Sooooo happy with my wash.

I acknowledge that I’m a shameless consumer. 

I’m an absolute Bowerbird who likes the shiny new toys and gadgets as much if not more than the next guy.  And like many others the world over I have a tendency to cheer myself up occasionally through the much maligned frivolous past time of Retail Therapy (so long as there’s a well defined shopping agenda :).  Usually I’m shopping for books – classic literature or reference books on art, history, heraldry, jewelery, embroidery, medieval research stuff and occasionally etymology. 

I’m also guilty of buying the odd bottle of nail polish for the same reason.  Sigh.  Okay… okay… I confess there must be in excess of 110 shades of pink and red in the box by now as I’ve a long established habit of splurging on nail polish after IVF disappointments or on bad back days and let’s face it, I’ve had more than my fair share of that sort of crap.    Reference books are easy to rationalize as they’re items that will give years of good use and nail polish is easy to rationalize too… simply by virtue of being a cheaper addiction than…. say… shoes.

But I think I’ve done my dash and very possibly destroyed any potential future retail therapy happiness from future shiny acquisitions in one foul swoop on Friday by obtaining a much coveted 3G iPhone.   This thing is so cool, so sleek, so beautiful and exquisitely designed.  It is the ’00s accoutrement of choice for technophiles on every continent and now that I’ve gotten my hands on one it’s not hard to see why. 

I am reminded of that Boston Legal episode where Jerry Espinson’s girlfriend and fellow Asperger’s sufferer Leigh Swift has objectophilia and she leaves him for an iPhone.  The rest of his co-workers don’t bat an eyelid and just say “She left him for an iPhone?  Well… they are rather sexy.”

‘Sexy’ may well be the understatement of the decade….  I spent half this morning pfaffing around updating contacts, playlists, photos and calendars etc to upload into the fancy schmancy iPhone and I was actually quite startled this afternoon when

 called me and I said : “Oh my God!!!  It’s a phone too!!!”

  😀

Everybody wants to rule the world.

For the last year all us Aussies have felt like we got dumped at the kiddies table at Uncle Steve’s wedding but now… after much patient waiting  (read – cursing, wailing, seething with jealousy and gnashing of teeth, )  finally  …

 Vee haff zee teknollagee!

No more feeling like the idiot bastard cousin that never gets invited to the cool parties.  Mwah ha ha ha!!!  We have the schexy 3G iPhone and goddammit we’re gonna use it!

Ask the Leyland Brothers!

“G’day! I’m Mike.” 
“G’day! I’m Mal.”
(in unison) ” And we’re the Leyland Brothers!”

Does anyone else remember this show? Or was it just me that was tormented with it throughout my youth…?  My Dad used to watch it when I was a kid and I think it was what inspired them to pull up stumps and travel around the country with three small kids in tow.  What were they thinking?  I find the concept of buggering off to Canberra-Babylon for a week with one Small Child a daunting and potentially painful experience… so what on earth would possess seemingly normal people to pack three small children, a canoe, a tent, a gas fridge, various camping, fishing and sleeping equipment into an old 1975 G60 Nissan Patrol and bugger off to the Territory for like 3 and a half months?

Mad I tell you.  I got sent this pic by email (It’s supposed to be ‘the original Australian mud map!) this week and it reminded me of hitting the road way with the family in 1980  🙂

Ow Ow Ow! Fuckity Ow!

I NEVER asked for the anal probe!
I never ASKED for the anal probe!
I never asked FOR the anal probe!
I never asked for the ANAL PROBE!  Goddammit!!!

And yet… I feel rather like I just got totally reamed complete with sandy lube on this one.

My little dawg Caesar had a tick on him last night.  I discovered it about 11pm so it was off to the all night vet.  Now I know very little about animal and puppy medicine and even less about paralysis ticks so it was one of those situations where you just have to trust in the guy in the costume and take their advice. Last night he told us that we seemed to have found the tick fairly early and his symptoms weren’t too far gone (i noticed he was kinda coughing and he was walking like he was drunk or something – I was all ready to accuse Angus of getting Caesar stoned but remembered that Angus doesn’t go to the State School anymore so is no longer likely to get easy access to serious narcotics or hallucinogenic substances.

Anyway one mercy dash to the vet clinic later and 18 hours of puppy admitted for ‘treatment’ (wasn’t overly defined at the time) and I get the bill… for

FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DOLLARS

and how many cents….  mumble fuck…  mumble fuck… pfaff with papers … here it is

FIVE HUNDRED AND TWENTY DOLLARS AND FORTY ONE CENTS!!!!  

Holy shit I could have bought a new one with that much money!  (Yeah i know – bad joke)

So it makes me think you know… I love my dog but… at what point does affection for your mutt overcome your need to oh, I don’t know buy groceries and maybe pay the rates or something?  
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Curse your sudden yet inevitable betrayal!!!

Mr K, Yale and Angel went off to something called GenCon yesterday while I was at the Mt Cotton doing the advanced driving course.  Sounds like they had a really good day.  Angel got to play some Pokemon, Yale got a game called Heroscape (or something like that) and Mr K got to ogle the teenage Cosplay chickie in her Princess Leia gold bikini get up (who I’ve heard mentioned no less than 5 times since they got back 🙂

So apparently BSG’s Jamie Bamber …. Lee “Apollo” Adama was supposed to be there but for whatever reason didn’t end up being on the schedule.  Instead they got to meet Alan Tudyk of Firefly fame who we also loved in Death of a Funeral, A Knight’s Tale and the Serenity movie to name just a few.  Cool huh?  AND the Mr K bought me a photo signed just for me by ‘Wash’ himself…..

Wash picture with Alan Tudyk's Signature

But wait there’s more!!!

Angel was playing with the toy dinosaurs that they had on the table where he was signing autographs and the particularly impertinent manner familiar to parents of seven year old boys the world over… Angel asked Mr Tudyk if he could have it.  So how cool is this guy that he signs the dinosaur and gives it to him and now Angel is the proud owner of an autographed stegosaurus signed by Alan Tudyk.

Angus Alan Tudyk Dinosaur