Yesterday my brother(inlaw) tied the knot whilst the best man (that’s me) stood to one side and watched the happy proceedings. Lots of memories, it’s almost four years since my own wedding. It was a lovely day. I think this also means I have another sister now.
Best man is a pretty good job. You get front row seats and as part of the bridal party are included in most of the perks. But you do need to make a speech (and on behalf of the bridesmaids, thank the groom for thanking them in his speech. Which I did in a lovely falsetto).
The speech then. I tried to add an Olympics twist to the end which involved speaking Greek and French. I can’t speak a word of either. Well, maybe oi. That’s about it. So I turned to babelfish to translate the words and boy did I ever get a shock when the greek came back all, um, greek. That is, in the greek alphabet. Which I can’t read. Let alone pronounce. Still, I found some translation and pronunciation guides and think I might have gotten away with it.
It’s the thought that counts. Anyway, hearty congratulations to the new Mr and Mrs.
What is a guy supposed to do with six gmail invites? Blog? Why not.
Gnauk is what you get when you put your fingers on the wrong keys. You can tell I am not a typist. However, gmail is a web based email service being brought out by google. I think it’s really good. They have an interesting way of releasing it to the public which involves allowing existing users to invite others to join, from time to time. A bit similar to how their search derives page popularity from people linking to each others’ pages, and how blogger has that Next blog link happening.
Anyhow, if you want to try gmail post a comment because I don’t know what else to do with these invitations!
I’d like to work closer to home. I commute every day, it’s over an hour each way. About 50mins by Queensland Rail and 10–15mins by car between the station and home. Oh, and walking to work from the station in the city. Beats driving all that way though, and it’s good time to read (I’m reading The Eye of the World from Robert Jordan’s The Wheel of Time series, and Rare Trades).
Here I am going off on a tangent again.
I would like to work closer to home. It’s high on my list of career goals. Thus it is with some excitement I can announce I have secured a job interview for Friday morning for a web developer position. If I get this job, I will be working one whole block closer to home. That should save me about 2–4 minutes every day.
Wish me luck 🙂
Oh, I renew my objection to this pointless endeavor!
Informally now and by affidavit later. Time permitting.
Yes, I’m quoting Sideshow Bob of Simpsons fame from this episode.
Why? Working with TeamSite of course *mutters* Some days it just drives me crazy, you know how it is.
My wife has ripped some of her CDs and iTunes has started playing Beach Boys, a song called Barbara Ann. I’ve always thought it was “baa ba b’ren, baa baa baa baba b’ren”. Why didn’t someone tell me!?
Long overdue—I have finally updated the design of my resume. Now if only I can find the time to update the content! But not now, 3am. Yikes!
I’m a little disappointed with blogger today. They turned down my request for a timestamp format which included both date AND time and was not in a US date format. I really don’t like dates that go MM/DD/YY as the month and date are reversed to what’s normal here and it’s very confusing.
Luckily I just found an easy solution – remove the dates from all comments. I’m happy with that 🙂 This is a boring post though. Not so happy about that.
It was a mistake from the start, I admit that now.
Granted I was about twelve at the time, and convinced I was bored I suspect. I like apple juice (well, I did then, I prefer orange now), and I like milo (chocolate milk). So surely the two mixed together could only be better! Surely. Didn’t stop to think at the time that I don’t really like smoothies.
Just to set the record straight, and to help out future generations, let me state unequivocally that apple juice and milo and milk should never be brought together — under any circumstances — in a single drink.
I love my phone, I love my MP3s. When you travel an hour to and from
the city (an hour each way that is) the music is a great backdrop.
Even with a mere 16MB memory stick (let’s say, 4 songs) that need to
be changed regularly, if they’re cool songs it’s a groovy time.
So it’s with a deep sadness that cannot be expressed in words that I
must say my headset is broken. I only get audio in the left ear.
Silence in the right. Silence. *sigh* You would not believe how hard
it is to replace this headset. Standard headphone won’t fit, an
adapter won’t support the microphone, nobody makes headsets this type
anyway, unless you want to pay $400 for top of the line bluetooth
headphones (which if I was rich I might consider).
Optus reckon my insurance should cover it. At least, that’s what they
said on the phone. I need to go into a store to take the next step.
Meanwhile I’m listing to port as my inner balance has gone askew …