Office that loads all the cd’s into the database

I think I just had a little accident in my pants.

I love just about anything (obvious exceptions withstanding, of course) when it adheres to one of these two characteristics:

1) When they are neatly aligned
2) When there are lots of them

What could be more special than spending all day in the above environment. I’m telling you, if books all came in the same size, I’d be a librarian.

Just in case you thought my life was plodding along a little too nicely at the moment with my computer still out of action and uni absorbing my life, in the last 24 hours I have contracted a cold again. It started with the searing throat, and now that has been joined by the sweat-shop level of snot production.

Fantastic!

Please let it be so.

I was doing some serious research (reading the Neighbours page on Wikipedia), and saw that a new character coming up is named “Pepper Steiger”. Quite apart from sounding like something you’d pay an awful lot for, never use, but be sure to wave it around in front of guests at a dinner party, she shares a surname with everyone’s favourite finger toting police officer.

Could Pepper, or “Pepsi” as I have already decided I will call her, be a crazed-lunatic wife who steals people’s babies and burns down an old farm shed ala Blue Heelers? More likely, Pepper is going to be a new kid on the block, struggling to fit in to school, who must undergo a series of taunts and bully sessions about her father being a policeman (and a deluded one at that). Alternatively, she might be the pet dog of a lonely, Susan-hunting (who wouldn’t?) Constable Steiger, and Neighbours is finally taking the small step into post-modern expression that I’ve always wanted it to take.

Neighbours, I’m watching you, don’t go stealing my ideas (or at least pay me). And isn’t it about time Karl and Susan broke up again?

This evening I was lamenting my dire photographic situation to Jake. Firstly, without my mac, my iPhoto library is useless, so I’m on photographic hiatus for the time being. Secondly, my trusted camera, the Canon A60 (rating in at a now embarassing 2 megapixels), is on it’s last legs, giving me the dreaded E18 error more often, and inserting some pretty impressive streaking effects across my photos. Lastly, my Flickr account has only hours left of retaining it’s ‘Pro’ status before it is so harshly demoted to a mere resource-sucking leech. It has been a great year with Flickr, but I will remain an unpaid user until I have some spare monies, and frankly there are more important things to put my money towards at the moment (uh, like a new camera?). The down side is almost half of my photos will disappear come the 28th of September according to whatever clock Flickr uses.

I did have a moment of artistic soap-boxing, however, telling myself that art doesn’t need the latest technology. Often, the best art comes in spite of technology. With that spurt of under-researched wisdom, I searched the house top to bottom to find my old Polaroid instant camera. I managed to find everything but the machine that would spit out overly yellow squares, including an Advantix camera (expensive film!), an old digital camera (i’m talking pre-1 megapixel), and old SLR (which took a strange type of film), and about a hundred old mobile phones (what are we supposed to do with these again?). I searched every box and every drawer I have stuffed full of my childhood things, but the camera doesn’t seem to be with me anymore. I have a vague recollection of lending it to someone, possibly family. I also have a vague memory of playing with it not all that long ago. I’m very afraid it ended up in the wrong box when we moved and is now the town hall for a city of rats in landfill somewhere.

Ultimately, I realise, the thing is simply too expensive to use on a regular basis, and would probably be a nightmare to find good cartridges for. I guess there is also eBay. It might have even brought me $10 closer to a new camera.

Today was one of those bizzare days when you just happen to run into everyone you’ve ever taken the time to associate face to name. I guess it also helps that I had been up and about since 6am this morning, spent the day at uni and did a show tonight.

If the day ended well, it might of been some karmic effort to balance out the stance of the day. This morning’s meeting for the uni theatre project was the usual blend of finger-pointing, outrageous ranting and tears. It’s true, although none of that came from me. Sometimes people complain that I don’t say enough in those sorts of meetings, but crazy me likes to stay on track. That said, this theatre project really is a nightmare for all involved, and seems to insist on being relentlessly demoralising. I’ll save you all from the rant I so eagerly recite for all those who dare ask how the theatre work is going, but I’m looking forward to the end of it.

I’m also going to spare you of future updates regarding the repair of my Mac. It’s boring to read, and I figure if it’s not ready early this week, you’ll be hearing about it on the news anyway.