Cheap Therapy

It seems that if you try to sell your car by parking it on public land with signs on the windows you wind up getting a warning from the Stirling City Council Ranger.

Obviously they’re more efficient than the Town of Vincent which let an abandoned Volvo rust outside my house for 2 months or so.

If you become (in)famous, people might one day auction off your Ph.D., just like Wernher von Braun’s.

Although it’s probably a hint if your government classifies the thesis and someone like Kubrick puts a caricature of you in a film… (or someone like Tom Lehrer puts you in a song)

Evil Mad Scientist Laboratories have a nice page comparing the monetary density of things (unfortunately in US$/lb).

For example my workmates might like to know that peacock feathers are worth more than twice the same weight in human blood. Or Kopi Luwak, for that matter.

It seems that the Muppet show may be returning.

Meanwhile there’s another Muppet movie in the offing.

Has anyone seen “Forgetting Sarah Marshall”?

After a mention on Slashdot I was checking out Map/Reduce (again) which mentioned Yahoo’s use of hadoop. There was a list of Map/Reduce based applications using Hadoop and I happened to notice that ablegrape is a search engine seemingly devoted to wine.

Now, I must see if I can find some vintage ‘bastardo’

There’s a Cosplay lecture on at UWA on 8th September (see link for details) by Leng Leng Thang from Singapore.

The poster they have up in the lunchroom indicates there’s an iPod touch as a prize for best costume.

• Dinner with the folks. They get to see the battlewagon. Puggle is very keen on it, and Bilby didn’t like going for a drive in the old car
• Pretty much proof the car dealer put a car they were too lazy to let us drive ‘on offer’ (it’s no longer on offer since our sale was finalised, but it’s still there unsold).
• Trying to sell the old car. Vacuuming and detailing. The harder I vacuum the more sand is revealed. When did we stuff it full of Christmas trees?
• Farewell morning tea, luncheon, and post-work drinks for the old boss. Last time he was farewelling me
• Pizza dinner with Redbraids and MikeyOb, which was very pleasant, and reminded us of our laxness in inviting people over for dinner for adult conversation…
• The annual paying of the big bills, and doing of the tax. Followed by the watching of the bank balance. Then the bill for the stamp duty on the car arrives
• My GP retired. Then started running for the Labor party!
• Puggle is obsessed with take-away chicken from Chooks after we bought some the other night. Tonight he offered that he and Bilby would order that, and we could eat the regular dinner. He asked for the phone number so he could ring up and order some. He even suggested that he and Bilby might eat some regular dinner as well as Chooks. I suspect we may not go there in a while until the obsession has died down!
• Edging closer to the arrival of Cygnet. I should really start looking at names.

The 50 best Sesame Street moments, as rated by babblebaby.

In case anyone’s looking for a secondhand car in Perth, Western Australia, let me know in the comments. Has 227,000km on the clock. 5 speed manual, airconditioned, tinted windows.

Today I took a day of selfish annual leave to do handover swimming lessons with Puggle and Bilby. The day unfolds thus…

 
Bilby (as usual) wakes me up because she would like her Weet-Bix (the 5-grain ones are pretty good, although given how infrequently I eat commercial breakfast cereal I can still taste the sugar). Amazingly she then goes back to bed, leaving me to try to catch up on shuteye on the couch so as not to disturb anyone.
Finally others surface and it’s time for breakfast proper, with the usual battle with Puggle to convince him to get himself dressed.

Mum comes over to mind Bilby, then it’s into bathers and we’re off to swimming.

Puggle’s class is just us, the instructor and one other parent and child, which is good from my perspective. He’s working hard on his windmill arms. We have some olympic swimming footage to show him as inspiration
The pool is nice and warm, but it’s cold outside and the day is getting cooler.
Lunch for Bilby (Puggle is still watching the concrete pour at the end of the street). Then it’s time to swim again. Bilby’s class is empty, except for us.
She swims to the point of exhaustion, I think she spends more time with her head under water than above it. She’s more comfortable with the lesson than I am.
After that it’s off to pick up the new car, Dad kindly gives me a lift. Cheque handed over, keys picked up, it’s time to pilot the battle wagon back home. You’d think if you wanted to make your customers happy you’d bother to sell them a car that doesn’t have the ‘empty’ petrol warning light on.
I forget that the new fangled ABS and EBFD don’t stop me spinning the wheels at the lights. Not used to having a V6 It happily cruises down the freeway.
Home and lunch. Then off to cash in receipts at Medicare, health insurer, then Medicare again (this time with a massive queue). A brief trip to Dymocks to pick up a new street map to go with the car.Then it’s home and with the car seats fitted it’s time to fill up and go for a drive.

$95 worth of petrol later…!

I get to check out the cruise control (sadly it doesn’t do the steering). Annoyingly I set it at the legal speed limit and it stays there, which means the car is going slower than most of the other traffic. Having the car attempt to get back to speed is amusing though, although it tends to floor it, not sure if it could spin its own wheels…

A stereo that works and plays CD’s (not that we’ve tested that yet)! Lots of bits that open and close… Two trip odometers. Sadly the manual is not yet with us, so some of the buttons just require guessing. But boy is it huge! I’m sure the back end is out there somewhere… Needless to say we’re trying to only park anywhere that requires going forwards at the moment.

Then after the drive it’s home and time to prep dinner, put the kids to bed and watch some Middleman.

May even get the tax return done tonight…