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Things
that are getting up my nose
25.7.07 - I can single out three issues
that are providing that non-existent cosmic entity with an abundance
of mirth at my expense. And, speaking of expense, having an
illness sorted out and treated isn't cheap. But let me update
you with the latest info in my sphere of discomfort. Readers
of this and the Stop Press pages will be familiar with the most
obvious symptom of my hyper-thyroidism, that of extreme irrita-fucking-bility.
It's unrelenting thus far, even though my endocrinologist pronounced
himself moderately happy with the efficacy of the tablets I'm
taking, telling me that the large amounts of iodine lurking
in my system have now been reduced by half. While I have noticed
that I am starting to feel slightly better, the temperament,
as I say, remains extremely fragile.
Issue number two is phones, phone company spruikers and phone
bills. I am with Telstra at present. I felt until recently that
Telstra deserved my brand loyalty, despite seeming to do everything
in their power to piss me off. But being financially vulnerable
at the moment, I've begun to question the necessity for being
afflicted with enormous phone bills, and when a cheesy sounding
bloke from the depths of NSW rang me last night with a better
offer, I was inclined to listen, rather than grumpily fob him
off. After an hour talking to him and his even cheesier supervisor,
I'm still none the bloody wiser. I understand this much: to
get a new mobile deal I'm going to have to terminate the current
contract ($371.00 I was told at Telstra today), so it's going
to take a little while for an even significantly better deal
to absorb that outlay. And then, coincidentally, a Telstra spruiker
rings me - just after I got the quote to terminate their contract
- and comes back with a faintly better plan than the one I'm
on with them at present, but not nearly as good as the other
spruiker's deal. I think.. I've managed to lose some of the
crucial details from both parties in the meantime. Anyway, I
know you're fascinated so I'll keep you posted as to where this
all ends up.
The third slightly related annoyance is that my bluetooth connection
has crapped out, not allowing me to dump my fab mobile phone
pics onto the computer and from there onto the website - hence
there's no pic accompanying this diatribe. That's bloody annoying!
All in all though, there's nothing more annoying at the moment
than being incapable of controlling my being annoyed at every
bloody little bloody thing. Craaaaap! |
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Eddy
remains steady
11.7.07 - It occurred to me the other day
that I hadn't seen Ed Nimmervoll (left) for a while,
so I sent a text into the ether on Monday suggesting we meet
for coffee in Prahran at 10.00 this morning. The first thing
said on my arrival was by way of an observation that I'd lost
weight, so I got him up to speed on the health front and then
we acquainted each other of events and business accomplished
since we'd last done coffee. Not much by me to report, as you
know, and Ed wasn't claiming much advance on his last position
either, but we managed to occupy an hour pleasantly enough chatting
about this and that. |
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1)
Ross and Ken soak up some sunlight 2) Dick just soaks |
The
rains cometh
9.7.07 - Health issues have been dominating proceedings,
so just read that every activity has been underscored by diminished
enjoyment due to constant exhaustion and I won't mention it
again. Last week I managed to catch up with Ross Ryan at Ken
Stephenson's place to review the launch. (pic 1) While
I was there, Ken showed me his newish drum program, (EZ Drummer)
that Bill had been raving about to me a few days earlier, which
had naturally predisposed me to be a little sceptical. To cut
a medium length story short, I ended up by ordering the damn
thing as soon as I got home. It's been delivered already, but
I haven't |
had time to unwrap it yet, let
alone load it up. As soon as I do, I'll tell you all about
it.
On Friday I dawdled into town on public transport and lunched
with bro' Dick at a cousin of the Nostril in an alley covered
by tarpaulin awnings. As we were concluding it started to
rain heavily, and as a consequence Dick was somewhat dampened.
To make matters worse, there was a bit of a walk back to the
Argus building and, despite my lending him my umbrella, his
shoe had a hole which was letting in water and Dick was discomfited
once again. It's tough being Dick..
That night I was favoured by an invitation to sister-in-law
Kath's sixtieth b'day celebrations, so Chris and I arrived
pretty early up at Heathmont. Eventually the full complement
of guests arrived, rel's from as far away as Christchurch
and Queensland, and a host of the McClatchys' long-time (local)
friends, making about fifty I guessed. I had some interesting
chats, but inevitably didn't get round to everybody before
Chris let be known it was time to leave. I still can't believe
Kath's sixty. |
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