It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood...

No apologies for using a Mr Rogers line, 'cause it is a lovely morning here. Everything's clean and new and fresh after last night's storm. And I'm feeling happy and chirpy and full of good thoughts.

I swiped this from the Age's weekend magazine, "The Good Weekend". Some of it's similar to that email Rowan sent me, some not.

What I'm...

Reading? The Justice Game by Geoffrey Robertson.

Listening To? The Lucksmiths, First Tape (on CD *grins*), One Nil Neil Finn.

What Are You Angry About? Injustice, prejudice and idiotic car drivers who don't like cyclists.

Perfect Weekend? A sleep in, preferably with a nice warm cuddly person, then breakfast and a mountain bike ride or a bushwalk, followed by a spa. And some chattime. ;)

Who would I like least to sit next to on a plane? One of those taxi-driver types who spends the entire trip railing against "wogs" and "chinks" taking good Aussie jobs.

Favourite Web Site? At the moment? Livejournal. ;)

Favourite Film? This week, Bladerunner: The Director's Cut, Brazil and Ladybird, Ladybird.

What song do I never want to hear again? Anything by the Spice Girls.

Greatest extravagance? Easy, at the moment. Dexcon airfare.

What would I never do again? Fall in love... no seriously, let someone cloud my thinking to the point where I stop being myself.

If there was only one word left to me in the English language, what would it be? Bugger.

Who do I find inspiring? RL, The Dalai Lama and Ang Sung Soo Chi (sp?). Ficcers? Doc Benway, Amanda Sichter for the writing and the intelligence, Mel for her exhuberance, and Yasmin, Raph and Farli for being great friends.

Who would I most like to meet? RL the Dalai Lama and Neil Gaiman. Ficcers, Farli and Phil Foster.

Bored now.

I love that alternate-universe episode of Buffy, the one where Willow is a vampire in the manner of Drusilla...

Actually, I really am bored. I've done my bit o' sunshine activity (gardening) and while there's still some light out, it's getting chilly. Autumn, don'tcha know. So here I am, cruising around various sites, looking for entertainment of an indescribable type. And because I don't know what it is I'm looking for, I'm failing to find it. Bah.

At least I get to go out tonight - BRM's school friends are doing drinkies at the Global Hotel tonight (I think that one's in Albury). Jen, the Canadian will be there, which is cool, 'cause I like Canadians, as well as a few of the other people I've met, and liked. :) So I get to be social. Whoo. :)

But in the meantime, I'm bored. *thinks* What to do, what to do... Can't go into chat 'cause I was already in there for hours today... I know! Finish that birthday fic for Ashlan! *goes off to do so*

High price of pride...

Fuck.

Here I am, at home, on the Net again, when I'm supposed to be down the pub, talking to interesting people and getting tipsy. What's wrong with this picture?

Me and my stubborn pride, that's what.

BRM and I had a stupid disagreement, just before we were about to go - I wasn't changed yet, and he got shitty because he didn't want to be late. All I had to do was put on some jeans and a clean shirt and I was ready, but that wasn't fast enough. So when he starts growling, I just daid, "Fine. You go, I'll stay here."

So he did.

And here I am.

*sighs*

What's wrong with this picture?