RISING FROM MY GRAVE
2 months of silence. 2 months buried in an unhealthy dose of "Blah". That's the main reason for this hiatus, honest. "Procratination", "absent-mindedness" and "sheer, bone-idle LAZINESS" have absolutely nothing to do with the sheer level of non-productivity that has been evidenced on this blog recently. Anything that you may have heard to the contrary are LIES (dammit!) spread by people who just happen to know me. (It saddens me tho think that I may now be more unreliable than Piro of Megatokyo fame, who at least has the excuse of still being a new(ish) father to excuse him from his current bout of non-productiveness.)
It's not just this blog that's fallen victim to my flurry of inactivity. The decking out in the alfresco area at the back of the house hasn't had anything done to it since just before Melbourne Cup Day, DIY (Don't Involve Yourself) at it's very best! This is most likelly due to the recurring nightmares that I'm pretty sure that I have every night. While I can't remember anything of my dreams each night, I'm so tired when I wake each morning that I'm certain that I spent the night running away from delivery trucks from Soilworx. I have furniture that I need to put together before Christmas (like Ikea flat packs only without the Allan Key to go with it), presents to buy for my father and brother (for which I have no real clue for the most part) and I'll have to clean the BBQ before Thursday. There, the griping about what's on my plate is now out of the way so time for coffee...
SPEAKING OF CHRISTMAS...
We have a real, live Christmas tree slowly dying in our living room, and presents underneath it, around it and behind it, blocking off all possible access to allow water deliveries to prolong the tree's torment. The only real difference between the vegetation in the lounge room and the vegetation in the front garden is that the stuff in the front yard dies in natural lighting conditions. (Which is not entirely accurate, the tomato plant that Jennie ignores is thriving! Go figure...)
Every year we make a solemn and heartfelt vow to not lose control this coming Christmas and every year, shortly after November heaves its way into view, there's a *splash* as we go overboard again. This year Jennie started a computerised inventory just to help keep track of things, and by next year we should be on a full-blown, multi-user database with a crack (addicted?) staff of one (me) to keep it working.
More to write later, now I must get back to work for the benefit of the security camera that's pointed right at me!
2 months of silence. 2 months buried in an unhealthy dose of "Blah". That's the main reason for this hiatus, honest. "Procratination", "absent-mindedness" and "sheer, bone-idle LAZINESS" have absolutely nothing to do with the sheer level of non-productivity that has been evidenced on this blog recently. Anything that you may have heard to the contrary are LIES (dammit!) spread by people who just happen to know me. (It saddens me tho think that I may now be more unreliable than Piro of Megatokyo fame, who at least has the excuse of still being a new(ish) father to excuse him from his current bout of non-productiveness.)
It's not just this blog that's fallen victim to my flurry of inactivity. The decking out in the alfresco area at the back of the house hasn't had anything done to it since just before Melbourne Cup Day, DIY (Don't Involve Yourself) at it's very best! This is most likelly due to the recurring nightmares that I'm pretty sure that I have every night. While I can't remember anything of my dreams each night, I'm so tired when I wake each morning that I'm certain that I spent the night running away from delivery trucks from Soilworx. I have furniture that I need to put together before Christmas (like Ikea flat packs only without the Allan Key to go with it), presents to buy for my father and brother (for which I have no real clue for the most part) and I'll have to clean the BBQ before Thursday. There, the griping about what's on my plate is now out of the way so time for coffee...
SPEAKING OF CHRISTMAS...
We have a real, live Christmas tree slowly dying in our living room, and presents underneath it, around it and behind it, blocking off all possible access to allow water deliveries to prolong the tree's torment. The only real difference between the vegetation in the lounge room and the vegetation in the front garden is that the stuff in the front yard dies in natural lighting conditions. (Which is not entirely accurate, the tomato plant that Jennie ignores is thriving! Go figure...)
Every year we make a solemn and heartfelt vow to not lose control this coming Christmas and every year, shortly after November heaves its way into view, there's a *splash* as we go overboard again. This year Jennie started a computerised inventory just to help keep track of things, and by next year we should be on a full-blown, multi-user database with a crack (addicted?) staff of one (me) to keep it working.
More to write later, now I must get back to work for the benefit of the security camera that's pointed right at me!
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