Thursday night's dinner with Matt and Larissa was very satisfying. We went to the food court in Chinatown where I had seafood won ton noodles yet again. Afterwards, we walked to Passionflower for dessert and I showed them the crazy second level of Capitol Square with the gumball machines with the toys. Then we said goodbye to Larissa and went back to our place where Matt stayed the night and put up with our very narrow guest room.
Friday I spent doing what MM calls “cleaning”—transfering all 71 documents of my next project into the house stylesheet and formatting it accordingly. After the first five, I taught myself how to use macros which took care of most of the search and replaces. However, I couldn't figure out how to make one do the import from the MM stylesheet. Dave came to the rescue and the job went much quicker from then on.
I had counselling in the afternoon and it was very sad. But then in the evening I made vegie stir fry with tofu, and Ben and I caught up with the week's TV.
Saturday we slept in, then Ben knuckled down to his essay on penal substitutionary atonement. I went for a walk to Leichhardt with my black parasol and black sneakers, making the very dangerous decision to visit JB Hifi where I found, among other things, The Beekeeper by Tori Amos, plus a stack of very cheap DVDs of movies I've always wanted to see. I also walked to the mysterious mall in Leichhardt (which is only “mysterious” because I've never been there) which houses my closest Target. There I did obligatory clothes shopping (sooooo tedious), then walked back again, stopping at the Italian Forum to buy my brother a shirt for his birthday (and it was a pretty cool shirt and I think he likes my taste!) and paused in the piazza for a gelato shake. Then I walked home and found I had blisters on both my heels.
We went to my mum's place for dinner to celebrate both her birthday and my brother's. Kenneth had just come back from America and he came bearing our Amazon orders—the first two seasons of Veronica Mars on DVD (yes, Bec, I caved), Neil Gaiman's Coraline on CD (read by Neil!), my very own copy of Craig Thompson's Carnet de Voyage, Following Jesus Without Dishonoring Your Parents and The Good Marriage: How and Why Love Lasts by Judith Wallerstein and Sandra Blakeslee (I thought it would be interesting to see what they have to say about marriage given Wallerstein's extensive work on divorce and the effects of divorce). Three items missed the boat: The Cyberiad by Stanislaw Lem which I have always wanted to own, Surviving the Breakup (the first Wallerstein book) and Adventures in the Dream Trade by Neil Gaiman which I always regret not buying at Continuum 3 with Kathleen. We went home, watched Friday's episode of Veronica Mars, then went to bed.
Today (after once again waking up at 5:30 and cursing since my alarm goes off at 6:20) I worked at MM, starting the editing process for the “From the Dean” pieces. It wasn't as difficult as I expected so maybe I'm getting better at thinking like Phillip.
Ben messaged me to say he'd finished his essay (yay!) and submitted it on time (double yay!) After work I went to meet him at Moore College and we had a barbecue dinner with his chaplaincy group. He'll be preaching at the cathedral on Sunday 29th April at the 8:30 am service as part of Moore College mission. It was nice meeting the rest of the team and catching up with other college people. The whole thing wrapped up pretty early—I keep forgetting people with kids don't stay out too late.
A way of funding writing in the future: pitch and idea and get people to support it.
Place where you can hire play equipment for parties, etc.
How to recalibrate the home button on your iPhone.
Unsolicited manuscripts accepted by Pan Macmillan with certain conditions.
Thought Balloon is a group blog in which the writers tackle a new theme every week? month? with one-page scripts. This URL is for their Phonogram ones.
How to sew a zipper on a knitted garment.
Issues organised by tale.
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We also had a lovely time on thursday!
Can I please borrow the second season of Veronica Mars at some future point where it is in the ‘able to be lent’ pile?
Sure thing, Little!
That’s one of the reasons why we go them—so we could share the joy with others (especially non-Veronica Mars fans who really need to be converted!)