Protected: This is why I'll never be an ambassador

For my second image of the day I decided to try my hand at some scanner art. An interesting experiment:

Stupid %$#@ wisdom tooth has chosen to make its semi-annual reappearance, so for the next few days I’ll have an unusual amount of sympathy for any teething babies I encounter. It hurts!!! (And to make it worse, the pain has transferred itself to the rest of my face in a lovely generalised neuralgia – what…

Another two bookring books showed up at the weekend: Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris and The Meaning of it All by Richard Feynman. At this rate, I’m never going to get those NZ books read, so I’m breaking the ettiquette slightly and alternating reading a bookring book and then a NZ book…

One of the joys (and sometimes banes) of a Bookcrosser’s life is the TBR pile – that tottering stack of books waiting to be read before you send them off into the world (by the way, I’m not going to explain every bit of Bookcrossing terminology I mention in this diary – other people have…

I was happily writing that last entry and then noticed the time and had to race off to finish getting ready for work. So, now that I’m safely at work, and before my boss comes in and wants me to actually do some work, here’s part two: It was the Chick Flicks film night last…

Actually, parental visit, but when have I ever bothered about accurate diary titles? :-p Dad and Stepmother came up yesterday for a visit (well, Dad came up, Stepmother was actually on her way back from watching the Rugby 7s in Wellington, so decided to stop off here for the night instead of carrying on down…