The boy took me to see 'Kill Bill Vol 2' Gold Class. For the non-locals, Gold Class is a cinema with 18 seats, all the size of couches, that are fully recline-able. Seats are in pairs with a table in-between with a built in ice bucket. But the best bit is when you arrive, you can tell the minions there to bring you food and drinkies during the movie. The menu covers everything from pot-stickers to popcorn and has all sorts of alcohol, bubbly to dessert wine. I started with a little bubbly and snackies, then had popcorn delivered after the opening credits and another drink about an hour into the film. Marvellous. The film was brilliant too.

Received many lovely things, including Sally and Mike, who came down from Brisbane for the weekend. Much hilarity ensued, although the weather was absolutely shite for the poor buggers. Also scored a hand mixer (Not enough upper body strength to cream butter and sugar without dying, sadly. Must do more tricep dips.), perfume, a new Filofax, 'Young Ones' DVD ('Neil, your bedroom's on fire!') and booky-goodness. Very spoiled girl.

Also received some less welcome things. First was the carton of milk that had clearly been obtained from the wrong part of the cow. Ew. Secondly, to the complete and utter bastard who has given me this head cold; die. Right now. You complete and utter miserable, sodding bastard.

Just call me 'C & C Mucus Factory'.

Monkey Business

Despite junk food and alcohol galore, the two fat brothers of the I lost last week buggered off as well. 31 gone, however I suspect they may make a reappearance next week...
What's all this monkey business about then?

A web monkey.

All I want is someone who speaks fluent CSS and Movable Type and who could peer over my shoulder and say, "Well, of course it's doing that, Tree, you didn't close the whosit tag in the whatsit div!"

It would make me enormously happy and stop me from tearing out my hair on a regular basis.

Learning new stuff is COOL! Self-learning when there is no one around to ask for help is FRUSTRATING!

So, a web monkey, please pretty please.

Speaking of monkeys...

Monkey Business

Only one this week, but he was a fat little bastard and I'm well rid of him. The goal this week is to have birthday festivities without the little bugger creeping back on again!
What's all this monkey business about then?

The moment you open their reply and realise what you've done must have a name as well.

Not that I would know about these sorts of situations. Oh no.

In other matters, today was a good hair day. I mean, shiny, soft, silky good hair day. The sort of good hair you only see in Pantene commercials.

But even better than the good hair day, today I got a phone call in which much was clarified for me. There needs to be a word that defines that feeling when all is made clear for you.

Oh yeah, that would be 'relief'.

Monkey Business

Almost four more gone. Well, maybe three regular and one sad little weedy one. And over Easter too. Go me!
What's all this monkey business about then?

I'm serious. There are mozzies out there who are buzzing about going, "Oh man, I just need another hit. I'll be fine if I can just get another hit."

They wait under cover of darkness until an innocent body part falls out from under the covers and then they feed, like pigs at a trough, up and down my arms and legs. Although precisely how my bum managed to fall out from under the covers remains a mystery.

And, through all of this, Ghost sleeps peacefully, unmolested by any member of the Anopheles family.

Bastard.

Monkey Business

Two lost last week and another gone this week. [cue The Count] Twenty four hah, hah, hah!
What's all this monkey business about then?