Bug Unit

The one weird thing about going out with aussies a lot, is that you start to notice yourself saying some of the strange slangs and even stranger insults. Don’t get me wrong, I love using some of them though… Like just last night, it was myself and 5 other aussies out at the park, followed by continued debauchery at one of their houses. By the end of the night, if someone had walked up to me in the pub and started talking to me, they probably would’ve thought I myself was an aussie, and within 5 minutes of us talking, they themselves would have thought the same. “Littl’ radges”. Though I learnt last night, amongst other things, that that saying is in fact a Scottish one, and not of Australian descent. These things happen. The other things entailed a whole lot of cider, in the pub, in the park, on the couch, Jenga, charades, and taxi’s all over the place.

My head feels woozy, and bleak with the rest of my body. Now, now, head, you’ll be okay.

So Jen’s in Italy, and will now be there until Wednesday afternoon, rather than the scheduled Monday. Tanja and Tash’s plans changed and they were going to be staying in Italy for longer, so Jen changed her ticket and will now spend a few more days with the italians. Hmm. I do feel jealous of her trip, although it’s not such a bad thing having some time apart. I get a lot more things done, just as she would I guess, and I am able to appreciate her more by noticing the things that happen or don’t happen without her. She’s just a wookie after all.

Other great things that have arisen from the extra time I now have on my hands, is some Ducklight editing. Yes, I know, we’ve been going on and on about the next episode of Ducklight Travels, but it’s all for real. I dumped the whole lot of footage and workfiles on to my desktop at work, and got some good editing time in the other night. Editing videos on a notebook is not the most comfortable and enjoyable thing… the screen is too small, desktop space is limited, small keyboards, and no real place to sit comfortably at a desk and use it. However… at work… two 21″ wide monitors sitting right next to eachother, unlimited hard drive space at my disposal, a comfortable chair, a widescreen A4 Wacom tablet for easy editing, spectacular mouse and keyboard, and nice cool bottles of water on demand. My computer setup at work is about 2 hairy coos short of breathtaking.

Work work.

So now would be a good time to apologise for the radio silence. Yes, I haven’t written a post in a few weeks, and I’ve left Jen to do all the blog work for a while now. I’ve felt really bad about it. No doubt, the readership falls away a little, and interest in our journeys fizzles out some more, when I’m not giving you those spectacular posts and random ramblings of the chicken’s daily soup. *sigh* But not any longer, as this post shows the start of all new posting techniques and efficiency, as well as the realisation that I just have to get around to spending more time keeping ya’ll informed. It was always going to be used to avoid those long and boring group emails, and without any constant flow of content on to the blog, I may as well just forward you some spam.

I’m not going to though. Spam kills.

And it does.

Other really rad geek news is that as I type this blog entry, I have told my Ubuntu 6.10 (Edgy Eft) to upgrade itself to the new version of Ubuntu 7.04 (Feisty Fawn). Whilst this may not sound too spectacular to you… it is. When you use Linux and all you have to do is type in like 2 words to make the operating system upgrade itself to the latest release (not just service pack or any of that bull), you get a warm little buzz in you. Especially when you’re on an uncapped line, and when it mentions to you that it needs to download around 700Mb of data, you don’t even blink. Calculations run through your head, and you work out that it will be done in just 20 minutes on the internet line we have in our house.

The morning starts off well.

My new best weekend morning activity is to open up the big-ass windows that are at the head of our bed, and push them aside so that all you have is air above you when you’re sleeping in the mornings. Yes, it’s getting that warm in the mornings. Again, Scotland is not all that cold… although it’s really just the inconsistency of it that makes people complain. Two days ago I was walking home from work, there was mist, there was cold, and I felt like my hands were going to become frozen penguins in a wet icy wasteland. They didn’t, and I survived. Shoo, you must’ve been worried for a bit there… but how would I be typing this with frozen penguin hands? It just wouldn’t work out. So anyways, the inconsistency is what does it. Two days later I’m lying in bed with the main windows wide open getting some nice crisp, but not too crisp, air into the room.

The sun shines through and warms me as well. The wind is none.

Some might call it pleasant.