NoNoNoNo Day 5, Part 2

I am being incredibly brave here – I’ve passed up the safe (and expensive!) option of a hotel breakfast and ventured out on my own to find somewhere to eat. Not very far, admittedly – just across the street to the Metro station where there are various little shops and fast food places. But still,…

Well, I got my picture in the newspaper, anyway. We had a protest yesterday about the redundancies in the College of Arts, and I somehow ended up in the photo that got in the paper (I was trying my best to hide whenever I saw the photographer, but he was popping up all over the…

I was going to post a short photo-essay of a release I just did, but my first attempt to log in to the HamiPiks site was unsuccessful (basically, it won’t let me past the terms and conditions page), and of course, Steve posted a message the other day saying that support requests won’t be answered…

Most driving times charts will tell you that you can drive from Christchurch to Picton in 4 or 5 hours. Maybe allow 6 for breakdowns or if you want to stop for lunch. But they don’t take into account having three bookcrossers in the car, two of whom are also geocachers. We were up bright…

Ok, I’ve been back long enough now that the jet lag has mostly worn off (I’ve managed to convince my body clock to sleep at normal times, but I haven’t quite adjusted back to normal meal times yet – I keep getting hungry at really weird times, then not be hungry when it’s actually time…

Next door have a nearly-grown kitten who is the cheekiest cat I’ve ever met. Whenever our front door is open (or a convenient window) he’ll just wander into the house, make himself comfortable, and steal George’s food (usually while George is sitting there watching). He doesn’t do it sneakily like most cats would, he just…