saint

En Guarde!

It seems to me that I haven't blogged for quite some time. Why? For the most part I haven't really had access to a computer connected to that interweb-thingy in the evenings, and I feel slightly dodge about blogging at my desk at work. Also, I haven't really had all that much to say. But it's a bit crap that I haven't written anything since the trip to Wellington and Auckland though. Hmm.

So, now would seem to be the perfect time to take a moment and write. I'm currently sitting in front of my mother's omputer, watching the virus checking programme's update bar crawl slowly across it's little box. I've been doing this for 45 minutes now, and it hasn't reached halfway yet (the software is copyright 2002, so in hindsight it's not too surprising that the update is fecking huge). I've come over to feed the cats here, and decided that I should probably do something to safeguard this shiny new computer, lest the various viruses, worms and other nasties running round the web at the moment play havoc with its pristine systems (being a Good Son and all).

What news otherwise? Not much. I've managed to find my way into the lucrative "Tutoring at the Halls" market, although tracking down the lady who currently holds my contract hostage is proving somewhat more difficult. I recommend it to all those who are tutoring, for it is good and pays well and probably won't require too much more work, although you will have to give up some of your precious evenings. Other work (at the NCRE) is good also. I am, apparently, quite leet when it comes to figuring out where the hell our money actually comes from and sending out annual review books to hundreds of people who don't really care all over the world. And now that I have winamp and Miranda up and running, I feel quite at home.

The post-thesis muh-ness still persists a little. Who'd've thought that finishing the thing would prove such a let down? Maybe Tim's on to a good thing. But then again, maybe not. (Oh, and a note to Claire: It gets better! It really does.)

Ben has pretty much moved into Vertigo with the lovely Fi and myself, while Pete is still lost somewhere in the wilds of Ilam, or at his mother's house, or somewhere. Which is good. And he has money now, which is also good (coke wise).

The one, non-us, piece of news that I reckon is worth relating to all and sundry is that New Zealand has just had its first ever woman fencer qualify for the Olympics! Woot! Her name is Jess Beer, and she was somewhat of a contemporary of Si, Sara and I, back in the day. Makes you wonder sometimes... (Check out the HUGE NZ Olympic fencing team list at the bottom. Huge, truly.)

I've been watching this damned bar for over an hour now, and still it crawls onwards.

Oh, and just because you have a vote, it doesn't mean something's dead. Just FYI and all.

Posted by saint at May 6, 2004 07:16 PM | TrackBack