Last weekend we bought a cheap 3 piece outdoor set for the front deck. We have used it about a billion times already. Initially I was convinced only white, and something classic would do. So I wanted Adirondeck chairs, but they were either too expensive or hard to source the variation I wanted. Then I thought Acapulco chairs but they were seriously expensive and perhaps not that comfortable. So we just saw these cane-bad-boys outside a shop in Wooloongabba as we were driving past. We did a blocky, sat down and said, “Yeah.” These will do just fine I think.
Drum throne as a foot stool. ROCK N ROLL!
So the cat – being under house arrest – has been bored and excessively mischievous. Sometime on Saturday night or early Sunday she chewed through a bunch of important power cables connecting the TV, DVD etc. When I went to turn them on there was a big explosion and suddenly half the powerpoints in the house refused to work. So I called James – guitarist in We Set Sail – and, as it happens, an electrician too. James fixed the problem in a flash – pun intended. This is James’ toolbox. He carries around Molly Ringwald DVDs for inspiration.
James, Jess and Dee
Did a quick tour of the refurbished Wintergarden on Monday. It’s ok. I guess.
Had this idea for like Karaoke parlours where instead of singing – you get to do powerpoint presentations with the pie charts and the laser pointer and the crazy transitions. (I can’t spell btw). Is it just me or is Powerpoint one of the most hilarious things ever? It’s just me. Yep.
This is just before the cat made a break for freedom, dived off the deck and then I chased her through the bushes, cutting my foot and giving my shin a big cut and egg-bruise. Ow!
The view from the bike path. A beautiful day in Nudgee. Pity I was feeling like a big fat pile of poo – being so destroyed from the time-trial the night before.
This is like the billionth slithery-venomous-reptile I have seen casually crossing the Jim Soorley Bikepath as I was smashing through. But you never get used to panic-gripping the brakes and almost wetting yourself when confronted with the prospect of getting quite personal with a semi-deadly native animal.