My sandwich had bugs in it today.
I ate most of it before I noticed.
Live bugs.
All I’m going to say is this: Nurses who give out test results over the phone should make sure not to mix up the names of common ailments with those of dangerous sexually transmitted diseases.
Melbourne daily newspaper The Age has reviewed Impro Melbourne‘s Theatresports™, in which Jess and I are currently starring!(0)
There are three Sundays left in Impro Melbourne‘s Theatresports™ season, and at this point its looking like I’ll appear in all three shows, but if you were hoping to see me and Jess play this year your time is running out! Tickets for the Grand Final on November 26th are sold out, and November 12th and 19th each have only a handful of seats remaining.
We’d love to see some familiar faces in the audience over the next couple of weeks. Book now while you can!
Further to my post on this subject, here’s an excellent forum discussion about the challenges of working from home. Sadly, there is no way to subscribe to it.(1)
I’m in Singapore enjoying the free Internet on my way back to Melbourne. I almost didn’t make my flight in London, which was overbooked, but I see I’ve been luckier than some. Sorry to hear you got stuck again, Molly!(2)
Sitting in my hotel room in Oviedo soaking up my last few hours of expensive hotel wireless, I can’t help but feel like I haven’t taken full advantage of my time here in Spain. Before I return for another visit, I definitely need to learn a smattering of Spanish—enough to order food at restaurants other than McDonalds, and to book a trip on the train that meanders through the surrounding mountains, at least! I did get to take lots of photos of Oviedo proper, however.
This is so cool. Someone who attended the Fundamentos Web 2006 day two panel sketched us! See if you can guess which one I am before mousing over the image. You can also check out a photo of the actual event.(1)
At last, I am in Spain. My luggage, however, is not. Starting to rethink the whole “Go to conferences! See the world!” thing.(1)
“DID NOT DEPART”, read the stamp on my arrival card as I handed it to the customs officer and stepped out into the cool Sydney night. This was not Spain. It was not even London. I had spent ten hours in transit with nothing to show for it but a free meal.
British Airways failed to get our flight off the ground today due to “maintenance requirements”, which I can only assume means that someone broke the plane. After hours of waiting in the departure lounge to learn our fate, we patiently accepted the proferred meal vouchers, and then listened to the announcement: British Airways staff had been desperately attempting to find us accomodation for the night, but all the hotels were full up due to the NRL Grand Final. A crowd gathered, the shouting began.