The standards are actually a respray. Did them in silver about 8 months back. Of course, paint won’t stay on rubber forever but the silver wore down into a grungy but not unpleasant grey. So the colours were chosen knowing the original rubber colour will partially come back through soon enough.
White Bistros done with a base layer of Yardmaster Pennant Blue, MTN Hardcore Indigo Blue around the bottom and a speckling of spatty Sugar Giggles.
The old standard black ones I did with Ironlak Soviet then a misting of Montana White Redblack.
I wouldn’t call myself a hoarder but I do have trouble throwing things out or selling things that I think are worth something but which everyone else thinks are worthless.
Even this wrecked up cardboard box from the old FASA star trek rpg is difficult to let go of. Interesting how Leonard Nimoy is more often used as the singular iconic image from the original series, moreso than Bill Shatner.
Update on cats n’ mice: mousetrap activated, mice haven’t sprung it or been detected recently. Tabby cat may have learned lesson re territory after getting splashed; has not been seen recently. Charu back at work—brought a fresh rat to my bedside last night at 3am.
I was at the supermarket looking for mousetraps today. It took a while to spot them and I was starting to think they only sold chemicals now.
I normally would not need mousetraps since I have a fully functional cat but Charu has been a bit stressed out lately. There’s this big, mostly white tabby who’s new to the neighbourhood and it’s been trying to take more territory than Napoleon. This cat has none of the decencies you’d find in other neighourhood cats. It is slow to run away if you run toward it, it just looks at you if you hiss at it and it’s even been coming into our house through Charu’s cat-window. It comes in and tries to find food, harrass Charu and it once literally came to our open bedroom door yowling like an uncaring psychocat.
And so, Charu’s outside mouse-patrols have been curtailed, resulting in mice numbers increasing and the mice running sorties on the high shelves in the kitchen.
I actually scored a point for sovereignty this morning. There’s this other cat – a large black one which I don’t particularly like but at least it has the decency to look surprised when I see it in our yard. And big black was fighting with the white tabby in the front yard. I threw a bucket of baby bum-wash water on the white tabby.
file foto of badcat
Another thing I got from smelstra bigpoo is a six month subscription to Netflix. I think they may have offered one of these in the past too but I did not take up the offer, and why would I? The internet has all the films and tv shows I could ever want, right? Yes it does. But I thought I’d give this a try anyway.
And it’s pretty good. The whole thing basically runs out of a browser. I go to the Netflix website, click on a tv show and it starts playing. One small feature I do really like is it remembers where you are up to. If I’m watching a movie and I have to cut it short, then get back to it the next day, it picks up right where I left off. I think the video-playing program VLC might be able to do that but I’ve not seen it do it very successfully.
In general I like what Netflix is doing. Them and similar set ups like Amazon Prime are gradually starting to break the monopoly that reptilian beings like Murdoch have.
The only, yet large, downside to netflix is that their movie catalog doesn’t really go back beyond the mid ‘80s. A lot of the movies I like to dig through are old.
Have been using the apple music streaming service for 6 or seven months now. Only because telstra (_smelstra_) give a six month membership with the year phone contract. It’s my duty to listen to as many different things as I can until it runs out then I’ll go back to all the stuff I own.
Listened to the first three Black Sabbath albums on the daily commute. Knew alot of that stuff from best of albums – but it’s always better to hear the hits in context with the rest of the stuff they were created with. First album has some very prominent bass. Second and third less so but great riffs. On the whole, an under-rated band I would say. The way Ozzy hits his lines just off the beat is pretty unique. Contrast the song Electric Funeral from the second album, Paranoid. On this one song he does hit the lines right on the ‘one’—listening to it yesterday morning, immediately thought of Orb, the Geelong band.
Only the non-power chord rock hasn’t stood up to time as well.
And because the greatest farce in modern history is just about to fly into Victoria:
It was so hot in my car on the drive home this arvo that I had to turn on the air conditioner. I am a cheap man and the geniuses who built some cars invented a thing called climate control where if the fan is on but the A/C is not, then it’s blowing hot or warm air. A/C uses petrol and I don’t like using petrol but I don’t want to get dizzy and crash off the road either.
I am getting pretty familiar with the Playschool 50 in 50. In fact I can’t remember the last time I hammered an album like this. At the moment my favourites are: The Grand Old Duke Of York because it’s got a bit of story to it, I’m A Train -> It’s about a train working hard all its life then going off to the breaker’s yard. And whoever the woman is singing Little Shell has a great voice.
Well that resolution didn’t last long. In any case I have been meaning to note that it is interesting, surprising, disappointing, predictable (understandable?) that so many of the baby books and toys I am coming in contact with are exotic animal based. Animals are great of course but how about some Australian animals? I know these things stand a better chance of being successful if they can be sold all around the world but let’s mix it up a bit. Throw in a llama, a bison, a yak, a vole and a kangaroo.
I was tooling through Aldi yesterday and came across this:
For a moment I thought it was the actual set but realised it is a book with a picture of the old Lego spaceship set—which I had when I was a kid. I remember it being quite hard to put together and mum helping me.
Blogging is about the only thing that falls into the Yes I’ll try a New Year’s resolution on that. Everything else is either If I really want to change I should start right now, or This will never change so I’m not even going to think about it.
The main class I was teaching last semester was in the 18 to early twenties category. I actually had to explain to them what a blog was—that’s how dead blogging is today in the way it was originally defined.
I have changed webhosts recently. Said guh-bye to bluehost. While I could not really complain about their uptime, the pricing had become ridiculous and they kept sending me spam-like marketing email which I could not ignore unless there was something important sent in relation to hosting of the site. So a big middle finger and good riddance to bluehost. I am now on SiteGround, which so far seems fine.
So here’s to bloggin’ everyday for the next 364 days.