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I am very happy, because Lydia has decided to stay in Australia to be with me. I know it is true because:

• She didn’t go home
• She has signed a 2-year lease on a studio
• She has an agent

Anyway, this is why I haven’t blogged for ages, because I spend every available second with her. I love her.

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At any time of the day or night I can log into facebook and, at a minimum, be greeted with pokes from Lydia and Amelia. I keep very strange hours, yet they always manage to return a poke instantly. This reassures me because I know, from their behaviour, that there are people out there with a far worse facebook addiction than mine.

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Tonight, at the Shanghai Palace in Chatswood, I attended a Datacom/Microsoft Tech Support reunion dinner for those of us who suffered in the late 90’s in the days of Windows 98 and NT 4.0. I had worked closely with three of the guys there and, like any reunion, it was a mixture of slight awkwardness, reminiscing, and hearing about people’s lives. The food was the whitest possible without going as far as Sweet & Sour Pork, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. This, however, is not the subject of this post.

I arrived in Chatswood a full 40 minutes early (!) and, as it was late-night shopping, went for a walk up Victoria Ave in search of things to look at. The air was humid, smelling of Chinese spices, naphthalene, and a little bit of air conditioning mould. It was almost like being in KL.

The lure of Chatswood Westfields drew me in, and I remembered a background mission that I have been pursuing for some time: to get some new Volleys. I have looked in a Big W and 2 Kmarts but the selection has been poor in all cases. They never have any size 10’s (weird that I am size 11½ for every other shoe). Chatswood Target, however, is a Dunlop Volley shopper’s delight: they have every size of every colour. White with blue, white with green & gold, black, and white with green & gold, extra green trim, green laces and SKULLS inside! Guess which ones I bought? $30 = BARGAIN!

Aren’t they lovely? I think that I will wear them to see M.A.N.D.Y. on Saturday night. The green is the exact same as my new lamb shirt. I know that Lydia is reading this and groaning at my poor taste. I like them.

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Chriso was meant to post this to the Party Posse website but, since he has not done so, I will post it here.

There are three signs that someone is a werewolf:

1. They turn into a werewolf
2. They wake up naked with blood around their mouth
3. They sneeze when exposed to bright light

Be warned. Werewolves walk among us.

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I just found an old love poem that I wrote for Claudia in March. At the time we were amused by the semi-emo electrikk movement. This poem is tehsecks:

a robot and dinosaur met in a park
under some trees, feet crunching in bark
the robot was mighty, the dinosaur not
when struck by the lasers his skin became hot

beast bellowed in pain, smoke rising above
some make no distinction ‘tween pigeon and dove
the robot did, though, as he aimed for the sky
the smoldering pigeon could no longer fly

the robot victorious, the dinosaur crisp
the pigeon was still, with nary a wisp
machine stood alone, burning flesh at its feet
“I am glad I am metal, and not made of meat”

It made sense to us.

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