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Happy New Year

We wish you a very Happy New Year.
And I bid you all a fond farewell.


Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas
to all my
Blog Buddies



Wishing you a
safe and happy

Like most bloggers, I’ll be taking a Christmas break.See you all on the other side.

I am not inadequate!

If you yell the post title à la Joseph Merrick you’ll get the joke. But we’re not here to talk about rare bone diseases, we’re here to marvel at the gifts that keep coming my way.  I’m often asked how it is that people send me stuff. Ok, the question is usually more like "how come someone like you, who is such a prick, keeps getting neat stuff sent to them, specially when everyone knows you’re such a prick?"

The truth is, the reasons vary. But as an example, I’ll tell you how this particular gift came about. Gawilli and Willi are both very keen supporters of live music and are therefore supporters of struggling musicians (bless them). Gawilli often writes about performances they have attended, and just as often provides either audio or video clips of the artists she is talking about.

On this particular occasion she was talking about Tim Krekel and included video clip of him and said that if we liked it then we should try two other songs for which she provided links, something about him really struck a chord with me, so I went to Youtube and played a few of his clips. I particularly like this one, although it’s not strictly indicative of his style…

After I had wasted enough time on Youtube (I had my own mini Tim Krekel concert), I went back to Gawilli’s blog and told her that I thought he was really something. A few days later I got an email from her, and this is where things take a turn (normally I don’t know that things are going to be sent to me). She told me that since I liked him so much she would cut me a CD of his and send it to me. I should mention that this is not the first time that we’ve had discussions about music (something that will become very important later in this post). So after what seemed no time at all I received this…

If you’re any good with maths, you have probably realised by now that there is more than one CD here. In fact there are five, two Tim Krekel CDs taken from four different albums, and three compilations containing another fifty eight artists! Yep I said 58.  At first I was thrilled at not only the gift itself, but the effort that went into making it, but then  as it became patently obvious that she went out of her way to highlight the inadequacies of musical knowledgeI I was pissed off (hence the post title). For you see, of the 58 artists she had included, I had heard of roughly six! (ok, exactly six) No wait, what I meant to say was that I already had all of these songs myself and Gawilli was simply making backup copies for me…yeah that’s right, backup copies.

Remember when I said that we’d had prior musical discussions, and that it would be important later, well later is now. Knowing roughly my musical tastes from those discussions and from the odd music clip I had posted, she managed to put together 92 songs, none of which failed to impress. Now that’s impressive!

Thanks Very, Very, Very Much Gawilli (and yes I do know her real name, but she doesn’t use it in the blogworld so neither will I), your kindness is hugely appreciated.

The diferrence between TypePad and Booger.

We are all well aware of the spam fiasco that happened here over past couple of days, I’ll repeat that last bit "over the past couple of days". Bearing in mind that I’ve been listening to people complain about Booger® for a year and a half (and personally, I’m at the point where commenting on Booger® blogs is almost more trouble than it’s worth), I guess two days of stuff ups on an otherwise unblemished service record from TypePad isn’t all that bad.

But here’s where they really shine. Not only did they listen to their customers, and not only did they treat it as a priority, they took their customers’ advice and backed out the change. When was the last time that you saw Booger® overcome it’s arrogance and do that? But that’s not where it ends, here’s something else you’ll never, ever see Booger® do.

The following is from the "Everything TypePad" blog, which keeps customers up to date on product development (as opposed to the ‘Six Apart Status‘ page that constantly informs users as to the availability of Six Apart products. What? Booger® doesn’t have one of those? What a shame).

December 20, 2007

Spam update: We messed up, but we’re back on track

We’re sorry. We messed up, the anti spam system got way too aggressive, and we were trying to dial it back in small increments instead of what we eventually did, which was flipping all the way back to a setting that we know works for most people.

The truth is, making a system that learns from spam over time is
tricky. we’ve been seeing a lot of success overall, but that doesn’t make up for the fact that the overzealous spam filter has been interrupting your conversations over the last day or two. Put simply: We’re sorry, and we think we’ve got it fixed now.

Just as importantly, we’re putting in place some processes to make
sure that if the anti-spam system tries to get too aggressive again, we can dial it back more quickly. Please do let us know how we’re doing, and get in touch using the help ticket system if you need any

Sincerely –
The TypePad Team

I appreciate that Booger® is free, but as they say "you get what you pay for".

I’ll show you what was in Gawilli’s box later today.

The Money or the Box?

Update** How tacky of me! I just realised not only did I not link to her, I didn’t even properly identify her. "Who are you talking about?"…..Why, Joy T. of course! There, that’s better. I think you all know her anyway, but if not she’s worth a visit.

Blog_packages_001Without doubt, I’ll take the box every time thank you, the one on the right that is. Now if the question was "The Postage or the Box?" my answer may not have been the same. Jeezes the post office is making some money off us! Actually, it’ making more off you than me, anyone who has ever received something from ol’ WT should have noticed that the stuff I send, while not being spectacular, is always light!

But hey I didn’t pay the exorbitantly expensive postage so why should I care? But the reality is I do, (it’s just the kinda guy I am). Enough of the downers, let’s see what’s in the box…

Well that’s strange, why would she go to all the trouble of putting leaflets and forms from Australian Customs Service in a package from Canada?  I mean surely I could get those things easily enough here, considering they just contain information about Australia! Oh wait, what does this say? Hmmm, that’s not good. They seized the unidentified plant material, well there goes the attitude adjustment that I asked her to send. Dammit!

Not to worry there’s other stuff in the box…



Yumm!! Look at all that Canadiany goodness! Woohoo! Lucky I only ever wear sweatpants and wife beaters (that’s trakkie dacks and singlets, for the non-American readers). The only problem though, is those darned Canucks can’t make a simple, normal piece of food. It’s always got to be made half English and half French. Now the English half is ok, being of Scottish descent myself, I’m used to bland stodgy food (shit I hope Sam isn’t reading this!), but the French half can be a bit weird as you can see from the photo…


Now I don’t know about you guys, but there’s no way I’m eating spiders and crusty ants! Merci, mais non! n’est pas pour moi! J’ils ne mange pas! I’m a bit rusty on my French but I think that’s close (I could have used one of those translator gizmos, but where’s the fun in that?)

On the other hand you can sometimes get a benefit from the food being made in both French and English, like the Cheezies for example. In this case I lucked out as I’m a bit of a cheese lover (both cutting it as well as eating it), and there was double cheddar, there was real cheddar and vrai chedder (the vrai chedder wasn’t quite as good as the real chedder). But all in all, it wasn’t really that bad, the Oh Henry! bar was a Grand Format (that’s French for Big Bastard) so even though I had to throw away the French half, there was still plenty left.

Now this thing is going to slay you! I like to call it my Spannersaurus Rex….


He may not look like much now, but once he’s armed he’s a real nasty piece of work! I actually have mixed feelings about this guy, one the one hand it was love at first sight (and still is), but then on the other hand, having a trade background makes it hard to accept the destruction of what appears to be three perfectly good spanners (albeit imperial). But I’ll get over it, because it really is a great piece of art.

Thanks very much Joy, your generosity is really quite amazing for someone whose grumpiness can at times make me look like Mother Theresa (before she shaved her beard). Hmm, does anyone know the proper etiquette regarding insulting someone who has just done something nice for you? Never mind, I’m sure it’s okay.

Tune in tomorrow and I’ll show you what’s in the box that the wonderful Gawilli sent me.

I love ICHC

funny pictures

There’s a link to this site in my sidebar.

funny pictures


It’s 3:15am as I write this, and I don’t actually have insomnia. What I have, is two stupid dogs who think it’s funny to escape just as I’m leaving to go to dinner at a neighbouring farm (funny story, I’ll write it in the morning when I’m awake). They still weren’t back when I got home at around 10:30pm, so I went to bed.

About 1:00am Bentley showed up but he was all wet and I was pissed at him so I didn’t let him in, then at about 2:45am Belle showed up and nearly broke the door down letting me know she was back. She was wet too, but I let her in and dried her off, in the meantime Bentley had taken off again. If anyone wants a set of matching dogs, please let me know (I’m keeping the pug).

It’s now 9:30am and I’ve been up for a couple of hours reading blogs and whatnot. I don’t know what time Bentley came home but he was here when I got up around 6:30.

So, about some confusion I caused in one of yesterday’s posts… In what has become an increasingly rare occurrence since that crazy bitch came into my life (I’m serious, Belle is definitely a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic!), I was snoozing at around 8:30am (yesterday morning) when the phone rang. Having a phone on the bedside table doesn’t mean anything when you’re interrupted while visiting your REM friends, plus I don’t like that phone much, so I jumped out of bed and grabbed the phone in the computer room (my favourite phone), fuck! I forgot that it’s plugged into the computer outlet board and I haven’t fired up the computer yet. I did a passable impersonation of a pinball machine as I bounced of the walls on either side of the hallway as I lumbered towards the kitchen to grab the other cordless phone.

"Hello" I said. When I worked, I would always answer my work phone with my name and department, but at home, ‘hello’ is all I say. Those who know me recognise the greeting, those who don’t have no idea who they’re talking to. The response was "Hello, Peter? This is ‘blahblah garblegarble’, can you hold on for a minute?"

W-T-F?!?! And here’s how come I now believe that when you’re drowning you see your life flash before you, because in the split second between when the caller asked me to hold and when I replied I thought "What the Fuck? You called me! And you want me to hold! Fuck off!! But wait, she said my first name and identified herself, and those are two things direct marketers don’t do so they must know me. Yeah, but they still probably want something from me anyway."

Having completed my internal discussion and come to a decision, I politely yet firmly replied "Well, no" and hung up. Since I was up now, I decided to crank up the beast and see who loved me. As I was reading emails and blogs the phone rang again, but this time I was prepared and let it go to the machine. About thirty minutes later, curiosity got the better of me (I would normally just delete it without listening) and I played the message…"Hello, Peter? This is ‘now I could understand her‘ and I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner tonight?"

Oh fuck! I could have handled that better! It was the lady from two farms away (they have some stuff stored in my shed, so every now and then they give me meat or invite me to dinner so I don’t throw all their stuff out on the street). The thing is, she has a speech defect, and unless you’re really paying attention, she can be pretty hard to understand. What had happened, was just as I answered the phone here husband came in and asked her for something.

Sorry, I just realised that this does nothing to clear up the confusion I caused yesterday. You see, because I got a dinner invite I just assumed it was Saturday, because that’s when people inviter people to dinner.  Not working, and being woken up the way I was didn’t help much either. So that’s why I said "I’ll see you on Monday (my time)", at the bottom of my post, for as you all know, I don’t post on Sunday’s. Oh, and I didn’t think it was Saturday for just a little while, I thought it was Saturday until Melissa sent me an email explain her comment (at around 3:30pm my time). I think this must be an all time record for the most numeric time references in any one post!

Now that we’re back on track, make sure you come back tomorrow if you want to see what’s inside these boxes. For all those bloggers out there who go out of their way to be polite and supportive to their fellow bloggers and get nothing, this is really going to piss you off!! And to anyone that has never received a gift from a fellow blogger, tough shit.

Ha ha ha ha!