got back from camping on the weekend and had an amazing time. I've gotta say guys, tidal river is just the best. Its camping lite. You have hot showers, you can go grab a coffee and a bacon and egg roll in the morning, there is Drinkable water. If you have never been camping you should consider giving it a go. Heck, reach out to me and I can recommend all the gear you need for under 100 bucks. the amount of folks rocking a Kmart tent was pretty nuts. And you'll come back feeling so recharged you'll wonder why you didnt do it sooner.
Someone's brought a cat in a stroller on the tram and everyone on the nearby seats is awwwing at it. A nice scene after seeing the ol' AOs interrogate and fine a clueless looking Asian guy while letting a ratty looking white couple go with just a talking-to
Seems like someone has found my secret spare house key location and it's gone :(
Been having a few tradies recently and the only way you could see the key would be if you were up high.. and tradies were up on scaffolding above where it was.
I'm not accusing anyone but now means my policy is potentially void and I need to change locks.
This is on top of waking up the other week to find all the flyscreens taken off out the back in an attempted break in.
I just unfollowed every account I've followed on instagram. Not following any accounts. Don't know why I did it, but I did. Today has been weird.
Also a couple of days ago, I spoke to bar guy about the playlist thing and he said that lyrics are the last thing that he listens to. He eventually figured out that I was trying to convey something through the lyrics and he told me he loved me for the first time. That was cute.
I also found out that I was known as jukebox girl at the beginning by a couple of his friends because he didn't wanna say my name.
God damn it why can't people call me by my full name. Why do they shorten it without asking me and despite me telling them to call me by my name?
It's not a white person name so for example, say my name was Taylor, they call me 'Tayl'. It really drives me up the wall. Its not even a hard name to say!!!
It sounds like a lot of whipper snipping going on next door. Fingers crossed the blackberries are being cleared out.
Edit: sadly the blackberries are still there. Most of the other overgrown stuff is chopped, but the blackberries remain. Regular border patrols for encroaching canes will need to continue.
Prequel edit: I accidentally travelled back in time and origionally posted this comment on yesterdays thread.
As a film/TV buff in Australia, I will never not be jealous of how the UK/US/Europe get all these cool creative talks/discussions with casts and crews for things. I know I can watch most of them on YT now, but I feel like you miss so much of the "vibe" not being there. When I've been to ones here, there's sort of this buzz of curiosity in the room that sometimes has you leaning forward.
OK guys, put on your maths brains as mine is going 😵
I watched the movie 21 yesterday and one of the opening scenes is a seemingly simple probability question.
"It's a game show and there are 3 doors. Behind 2 of the doors are goats, behind 1 is a car. A lecturer acting as a game show host asks a student to choose from 3 doors. They choose door number 1. The host opens door 3 , reveals a goat, then asks the contestant if they want to keep door 1 as their choice. The student , acting as contestant says he will go with door 2 as his odds just went from 33% to 66%.
Here's where my brain went 😵.
Aren't the choosing of doors two separate events? And don't the odds go from 33% to 50%? How is it 66%?
Just scootered by that Karizma restaurant on New Quay which is owned by some underworld boss and has been torched twice in 3 days. Cop van was there and a camera crew, taped off as shown in the photo in the article about it.
Vacuuming was brought to a halt as the handle of the vacuum came off. It looks like a couple of rivets or similar have broken on the piece that should hold it clipped in. I have repaired it with some superglue and stickytape, but will now have to wait until it dries. Miss Meow is no doubt relieved as the vacuuming stopped before reaching the lounge room. I decided to also give the brushes a good clean, it is alarming just how much hair manages to wrap itself around them.
Went to the doctor to get my xray results but they haven't been sent yet, so the doctor is going to chase it up and then give me a call. I attempted to ask about what precautions I should take with my elbow if it isn't a fracture but he said he'd be guided by me, but there's that part of me that is inherently stuck in work culture (feels guilty for missing work) and also has a very high pain tolerance that just needs the doctor make some form a call if that makes sense?
I mentioned a slow-texting boy on Saturday. I was actually in the process of confirming a dinner booking with him -- a dinner booking he suggested we make the last time we met in person.
But he's verifiably just ignoring me now. He's online everywhere.
I am probably rejection sensitive, but this situation in particular I feel quite acutely. Radio silence -- no answers. That's tough.
So, I've cancelled the dinner booking. No point telling him not to show up either. That message won't be read.