Cold soba and tsuyu for dinner are wonderful. Cooking them in the late afternoon? Not so much.

. . . the Australian Parliament has decided that “nego-see-ate” is a perfectly acceptable way to pronounce the word, thank you very much.

There’ll be enough posted about the knife-edge hung parliament we’ve stuck ourselves with (I don’t know where this whole thing about Australians never wanting to kick out first-term governments came from; Howard in ’98 went down to the wire as well ( Read more... )

Sure, it's still July, it's still bloody cold, it's still pissing it down on a regular basis. But I just heard the first koala mating call of the new season, so Mother Nature had better do something to make up for it . . .

For anyone else who's waiting for dalmeny to finish her (sadly flocked) guide to voting below the line, Gamers 4 Croydon (there just aren't enough forehead slaps in the world for that party name) have put up a diagram of preference deals in the Upper House. IOW, this is a selection of the dodgy backroom deals in our insanely complex electoral system in ( Read more... )

Luck is gimmicky, flashy, as random as the name implies, occasionally deliberately grating, and loud enough to drown out two dozen V8s being driven hard just down the road. It's a show about Vegas, it had damn well better be. The woman in the one-woman show couldn't have done better with her (tricky) set requirements if she had designed the theatre ( Read more... )

Get dumped by the bus at the wrong stop for twenty minutes' walk in the pouring rain. (I had an umbrella. It worked great for about four and a half feet. I'm 6'1".) Can't even shout at driver, since it wasn't his fault ( Read more... )

It's the Fringe Festival! Three weeks of the year when Adelaide pretends it has a real nightlife like a big, grown-up city!

My evening can be summed up as follows:

1. Shoebox-size venues are much better when they're not actually full.At least, not before I've gotten in.
2. Melinda Buttle is the shit ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure I've already said somewhere that TAFE's administration couldn't organise an orgy in a brothel if they were provided with a blank cheque, eight weeks' notice, and a copy of Group Sex for DummiesHaving said that, the branch I'm at now always seemed downright competent---even efficient if you get them on a good day ( Read more... )

I solved a problem! I feel like celebrating!

(I'd explain what the problem was, but I can't think of a way to make "I got grub going" not sound dirty. It's a Linux thing, honest . . . )