There’s got to be some sort of universal irony that I start the week earlier than you lot, cos of the International Date Line (which sounds like multicultural phone sex snerk) but I’m always late. LATE, dammit!
We don’t have too many pics of #1dangerson up, but we do have a nice triptich of him at 1 month, 6 months and 1 year, all of them doing goofy smiling stuff, like what babies do. He now points at them and says ‘mei mei’, which is chinese for ‘pretty’, but he uses it to mean ‘baby’. Alternately, maybe he really DOES mean ‘pretty’ and he’s got this wonderful narcissistic side a-brewing. hmmmm… But I do have lots of pics of him at work (no, not him working, pictures of him at MY work, in my cubby-hole), and a couple of MrsDangergene, but she doesn’t like having photos taken and always complains she looks very ‘auntie’. So I gots to have pics of the li’l one and me (being dangerous) but only a few of her being all… wifey and stuff.
We didn’t have to change any clocks for daylight savings, cos we don’t have any clocks. Hah! No, just kidding, we don’t have time, cos we’re on the equator, so we’re in this wierd twilight-zone, stalled time thingy where we just drift from one sweat soaked rainshower to the next. HAH HAH! Just kidding, no we don’t have daylight savings, cos sunset doesn’t really shift all that much year round. It just kinda sets at about 7:00 every night. The variance seems to be about 10 minutes.
What we do have is two seasons. Well… four actually, but two of them are dry and two are wet, cos we get the northern and southern wet seasons. Speaking of which. it hadn’t rained properly here in months and months, but then on monday it just started raining and raining and raining. I went to lunch with Car-man (we had MOS burger for all of you folks a-wondering what we eat when it rains) and we got SOAKED getting across the carpark. AND we had umbrellas! splish splosh we went. splish splosh. Actually that might have been cos I kept jumping in the puddles, cos I’m like that.
Did you know some old folks hereabouts won’t step in puddles, cos it angers some sort of spirit (it might even be water ghosts or something). Anyways, the angry spirits will bring you bad luck. Same as women’s underwear. That’s why you shouldn’t wear women’s underwear on your head. Cos it’s bad luck.
Really.
Really truly.
Swampy, I stood in line at ToysRUs, but not for plush Cthulus (cos we already have one of them (yes, I’m still responding to page the one)), but for StarWars figures, cos I’m a dork. Really. But cos I’m a cool dork, I was the only one there. I got there at 9:45 and they opened at 10:05am, so I didn’t really wait in line, unless I was a line of one, which is like that army slogan, isn’t it? When they opened the grill (which isn’t like a Barbecue grill, cos that’s be hot and greasy, kinda like me) I walked sensibly into the store and then had to walk more sensiblier, cos there were other guys there too! And I got my toys, and I spent many hundredses of dollars my brand-new StarWars figures. I’m very chuffed now. VERY chuffed!
#1dangerson was very excited when I got home. I turfed the pile of figures on the floor in a big Star Warsy heap, and we said, ‘wow!’ and he said ‘Dah Wah’, which is two-year-old-ese for ‘Star Wars’. He’s a savvy kid, he is! We haven’t opened any of the figures yet, just the Playskool figures I bought for him, cos we have a rule about waiting until just before the movie and then going freak crazy wild with the new toys! Anyway, the moral of the story is, I got lots of toys and now I’m all happy-shiny-like. Yesireebob!
Oh, we don’t change the battery in our smoke detector, cos we don’t have a smoke detector, cos we like to live Dangerously! Woo woo! But we do have an extinguisher, so we don’t like to live too dangeroulsy. Although watching the Father-in-law cook, maybe it’s a good thing we don’t have a smoke-detector, cos he’d call it a ‘cooking detector’ beep beep beep, I’m a-cookin’ cain’chall see?’. That’s all I’m saying. beep beep beep beep beep beep…
One of my colleagues IM-ed me yesty (she could have turned around and asked me, but that would have been all luddite-ish and stuff, so she used technology instead of engaging me in conversation when she was sitting right by me), anyways, she asked if I was having trouble making phone calls, so I suggested she try switching to AT&T, which would have been funny, like one of those stupid calls where they call and say, ‘can I interest you in accident and safety insurance?’ and I say, ‘are you threatening me?’ except they say, ‘have you considered switching your long-distance blah blah blah’. Well, it would have been funny, except we don’t get those calls here, so she didn’t get the joke. Anyways, she asked me to call her mobile on my mobile. I called, and lo! Her phone went straight to message bank[sup]TM[/sup]. So I called someone else, and they didn’t answer. So now I’m wondering if my phone is broked too, so I call my desk phone, and when it rings, I answer and there’s this guy who sounds like me, and he keeps repeating everything I say like some stupid kid! So I swear at him, ‘You gosh-darned silly man!’ I say, and he swears back!!! So I hang up!
I showed him! HAH!
Art on our walls? Not too much, I have one of mum’s desert landscapes in the studio (no, not a dessert landscape, although that would have been awfully sweet of her! hah hah hah!), but most of that’s toys and stuff, and some of my Illustration work, and a big Simpsons poster with lots of characters and a nice big Crisis on Infinite Earths poster. I love me some George Perez
We haven’t done our taxes yet. But gots to soon. Deadline is the end of this month, and if we don’t do it, it’s jail fer sure! (or ‘gaol’ as we Australians spell it, which is cool, cos it’s completely illegible, isn’t it? I mean, how do you SAY that? ‘gaol’. Freaky!). Anyways, I think I’ll do my (our) taxes, cos I don’t want to go to jail …again. (I went to jail about a month ago to talk about training with high-ups, and it was scary! SCARY SCARY SCARY! they had bars, and not ones for having a drink, but ones for keeping folks locked up. And it was hot, cos they didn’t have air conditioning. And they had guards, which are like guards, except… no, they’re pretty much like guards).
(And it was scary).
MY computer is working just fine, but I really should buy a new Wacom pad, cos the one at home is dying a slow, slow death.
Oh, and I ran out of pomade for my hair this morning, so I’m a frizzly-billy goat kinda guy. Dammit! frizz frizz
That’s okay, I’m not a very trendy person, so I don’t care if it’s so last year! I already have shoes that look okay with it, so I don’t have to buy new shoes. Which is good, because I spent too much money on the skirt and now I don’t have any money to buy shoes.