something in the air.

What a week it has been.
The lady milk has some shocking days at work, basically the Manager and Sub-Manager pissing off to get drunk all afternoon, and leaving my Lady to deal with all the problems, and then turning off their phones so she can't call them about problems. Then they crack the shits with her on Monday for her bad attitude, and for me coming in to pick her up. It's all screwed, and, oh, just don't get us started on it, really.

So anywho, the day after the telling-off, the Good Lady Milk says to herself 'screw it, i'm gonna get a different job', and sure enough, she goes to have an interview THAT VERY NIGHT, stays for over an hour (while I wait patiently in the car, reading Larry Ullman's excellent Advanced PHP for the World Wide Web), and comes out with the job. She rocks, totally.

Also, it looks like I have a new job, for at least the next twelve months. The Pathology IT Manager is taking long service leave for 49 weeks, and I will be trying to replace him. I'll be doing more development stuff, lots of systems support, maintaining the pathology website, and being one half of the on-call support for the lab's computer systems. It's all yay, except for the 24 hours support thing. But, you gots to take the good with the not-so-good, eh?

So, there it is.

bean needin'

yeah. so, in short, i need the recipe for the amazing bean salad that Crump bought over on Grand Final Day..
i really need it... yummmo..

for lex

thanks to crumpet for the link, i post this especially for Dr Lexicon Rowe.

the incredible link

Ella swings lightly

Sad day, dear friends.
it actually happened on Monday, but I have not had the resolve to speak of it yet.
Our dearly beloved, cheese-loving, character filled chook, Ella the ChookZilla has passed on. She had a lovely weekend, with much treats from The Bellamy Garden, and some lovely weather. Then, on Monday morning, she got a special treat of cheese and silverbeet, and some caramelised onion, which she gorged herself on. A lovely day in the Sun, a visit from the Old Bellamys, and then, she lay herself down to have a dustbath, and was never to rise again.
It's sad to see her go, she was the human-chook. The brie-stealer, the kitchen explorer, and she once stood on Jasper, the Invader Chicken From Across The Divide. She was our favourite, our daughter, and now she is no more.

She lays 'tween the potatoes and the Nectarine, marked by a leafless silver Birch Branch, where she will rest eternally.

Always in our hearts and minds, that beautiful first chook, who we always love.

Rest ye well, Ella

me vs tech

so, i decided i'd try to set up WordPress on my PC, and see if I can mod it to be a simple, categorised wishlist. Meh. I haven't had the drive or grit to read the Apache Documentation, or the mySQL stuff, so I am screwed. Maybe another day.
Here is an item to add to the list, when it is done.

oh, the music

yeah, so the whole song thing has gotten out of hand. I've been failing to keep up with the daily song bit. but hey, i'm only human, what's your excuse?

today, i was listening to the Underground Lovers' album, Rushall Station.
the title track is very sweet, and makes me think of Rushall Station (oddly) in the spring time. The Merry Creek babbling away, elm trees blowing gently overhead.
I am warm, and at peace at The Artist's Station.

as we rush on by....

the spring has sprung

briefly. had a bit of time in the garden today, and it is fun.
the old two-way plum is laden with little plumettes, and there are peachlets everywhere. most notably, the cherry (STELLA!!) is looking like a little terrorist, ready to explode.
i am quite excited, to be frank. we saw Peter Cundall today, and he was quite inspiring, as any Octogenarian wearing Hemp would be.
I'm sure I'm on the ASIO list now, for a mention of Hemp and exploding terrorists, and ASIO. ha.
milk me.

um yeah

so the song thing has gone out the window again.
i've been busy.
anywho, that's not why i am blogging this morning. i am just popping on a quick note to let you all know that my alledged recording on Monday night was a pile of shit, and i burned it in petrol. so there is no rock, no pop, no roll, no thing. bah.