You hear that, Mr Andersen?

Ooncha Ooncha

For those who heard about the TGS CD that was made, here it is. Matt, I am very sorry that I have used the fruits of your photographic talents for evil.

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The morass of work continues to suck me deeper. One problem I have is that work will easily absorb any time I put in; it's like a black hole, but with free fruit and coffee, and less chance of the 1923 edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica popping out of its event horizon.

Okay, that's probably not true - I suspect that, even though Weta Digital is likely to be more ephemeral than your typical singularity, there's a better chance that an unlikely series of events will result in a copy of the Britannica from 1923 turning up at work than one spontaneously appearing in deep space through the mysterious power of physics. In either case, it would be cool if I could nab it - those older editions have weird and crazy things in them. :)

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Did a fair bit of driving in the weekend. Despite being a "singing loudly in the car" advocate, Puggle managed a fairly cutting put-down during the drive, along the lines of, "Who sang this?" [name of the band]; "Well, maybe you should let them, then."

We visited Puggle & Giffle's Auntle and Uncle, and looked in on my grandmother and mum in Foxton. Then it was a dash for the train station in Paraparaumu, so we could let Erik get to his game in town, while still enjoying the scintillating company of Matt and Debbie, who had very kindly invited us to dinner. (This drop-off was a little more exciting than I had anticipated, since the train was sitting at the station as we drove past, missing the appropriate turn-off, which meant we had to do a quick tour of the McDonalds carpark to turn around; I then had to scramble for my wallet to find some cash so Erik could buy a ticket. Hey, come to think of it, Erik owes me ten bucks! Eh, I'll probably forget before I see him again. :)

Any time with Matt & Debbie is fun, but dinners especially so - it's a pity I'm never able to drink at their place, since they're dab hands at delicious alcoholic concoctions. Many games were played - I repeatedly snatched defeat from the jaws of victory in Uno, getting the dread seven-card "not saying Uno on your last card" penalty something like four times in one game. They also treated us to a very odd early Mexican musical (filmed in magnificent OverAct-o-Vision), and selected exerpts from what is presumably the only Kenneth Branagh Shakespeare musical (Love's Labours Lost, with random Cole Porter songs - "Branagh's Hollywood imports look like startled bunnies in the headlights", according to the IMDB).

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People are already making accomodation plans for next year. I'm not particularly interested in dealing with people I don't know at home, so if I go flatting, it currently looks like I'll be by myself. But on the other hand, if I buy a house, I guess I'll have get a flatmate. Bah. I like flatting with people I know, and I think I'd feel even more that way if I owned the house. On the other hand, I've never been a big one for long-term planning; I figure I'll just see what's available around the time the flat's lease expires.

Mortages are intimidating things, especially when you're not an employee. And I know that I'd stop buying frivolous and fun stuff, and put every penny I could towards the mortage, since I don't like being in debt. And really, once I've paid rates and maintainence, would I save any money compared to renting?

Yeah, I guess I probably would. ;)

Posted by svend at October 25, 2004 7:58 PM