Why? Because the start of the British Grand Prix has just been announced (as in, we will show the start in about half an hour) on Channel Ten but I know that it finished about ten minutes ago and what the result is. Damn you broadcast television.
What World Cup?
Apparently there’s a World Cup starting in a couple of days. My only contribution is to be slightly miffed when JFGP insists that the game is called soccer [1]. It isn’t, it’s football.
Regardless, I’m generally fairly oblivious to the round ball game, and can sum up my sentiments about the next five weeks as – what he said.
I’d also like to make the point that I’m not in any way taking the mickey out of Mr Housewife even though he is claiming that because of this sporting festival he will be glued to the goggle box and won’t be able to leave the house for five weeks. I am particularly not pointing out that this will make it rather tricky to take Ethan to school and pick him up again each week day.
[1] I blame those bleeding Backyardigans. That’s it, the bloody show is banned.
Update: A quick viewing of Dora the Explorer this evening shows that the multi-lingual map follower may also be to blame. I’m going to lock out Nick Jr on our set top box.
Photographic Presentations
Thanks to the nice folks at Download Squad I’ve discovered Splashr.com a nice little service that creates presentations from your photos stored at Flickr. It’s really quite good, here are a couple of samples;
Back Home
OFB is home safely from the hospital. The boy and his mother are a bit tired but otherwise all seems to be well.
Hospital Pass
I don’t normally sully this page with actual news, but just for a change here we go.
OB Todd is spending some quality time at the Children’s Hospital with what looks like another UTI. Luckily he’s in the best place for treatment and hopefully this time we got onto it early enough that he’ll be alright. He’s currently on intravenous doses of the horse strength antibiotics and with luck and a following wind will be allowed to come home on Friday.
SWMBO is keeping him company on the ward which means that I’ve assumed the role of JFGP entertainer. Thanks to a large amount of help from Mr Housewife and the Reeve family the larger little bloke is having a whale of a time.
The irony here is that on Monday we found out the reason for these repeated infections (a problem with the left ureter where it joins the bladder) thanks to an investigation by the urology team at the same hospital. Although the paranoid conspiracy theorist in me says that it can’t be a coincidence that he got an infection within twenty four hours of the procedure he underwent.
Small Boy on a Mission to Chew
Normally I’ve got something witty or pertinent to say when I post a photo. Today I’ve got nothing. Luckily this picture doesn’t need exposition or explanation, it’s just Olly doing what he does best – going in for the gnash.
He has chewed everything in our house. Next thing you know he’ll be munching his way through yours.
There Goes My Sanity
It’s Sunday night after a particularly tough weekend and SWMBO is making me watch the Eurovision Song Contest. Again.
I shall have to set up a relief fund. Do think of contributing, even a small donation may help maintain my tenuous grip on reality.
Crawling out of the third world
Yesterday I discovered that Australia has joined the first and second worlds, even if it’s only in an online sense. What am I talking about? Google Maps has updated their database to cover this wide brown land. Look, here’s my house.
The DaVinci Code
It’s popcorn fiction of the worst kind, with cliche ridden dreadful writing and less than one dimensional characters. The prose style is taken directly from the sub-editors desk at The Sun. Don’t even get me started on the enormous number of simple factual errors in the text, not least the screamingly obvious fact that Mr Brown has never set foot outside the continental United States. At the end I just wanted to know where I could get those three hours of my life back.
The best thing about it is the whole grail theory, which of course we know Mr Brown borrowed from another book. This comment from a book store assistant in Melbourne pretty much sums up my opinion of the thing.
I feel better now, and if anyone mentions this steaming pile of alleged literature again I can just point them at this page and save my blood pressure.
I’ve Got a Lightbox
And I’m not afraid to use it. Thanks to Robyn’s efforts I’ve now got a nice white box to photograph things in.
My first effort was a couple of test shots of JFGP‘s pet monkey. Expect to see more random lightbox shots in the future.
Oh, and if you want to play tennis on Sydney’s northern beaches you can’t go past Wakehurst Tennis Club.