disturbance in the kitchen

Today was quite an adventure.
We were making a salmon dinner, and had divided the different tasks among us.  Tukun is actually a chef, and can cook pretty well. He was busy chopping away at his vegetables, when I jokingly quipped “Don’t cut your finger now.”
Not even two seconds later, he damn near chops his fingertip off. 
Blood? Everywhere.
Panic? Modest.
Cursing? Plentiful.
At first we joked about it, the irony of him cutting himself right after I told him not to, ha-ha.
But then we saw how much blood there really was, and then of course the little piece of Tukun’s flesh lying on the kitchen counter.
I ran to get my first-aid kit from my room and tried to figure out how to use the vast array of bandages and linens.
I was still able to wrap up his gushing finger pretty well, while I called “000″, which is the emergency number for Australia.
Within a few minutes the ambulance arrived, and sent us to the hospital where they patched him up.
The image above depicts Tukun in the ambulance with the friendly paramedic.
I was with him the whole time, in the ambulance and at the hospital. He took it pretty well, even with all the blood and perpetual digital regurgitation and oozing.

‘Twas a blessed day indeed.

internet download limits make me sad

Hello there.
Here in Australia we have download limits on our internet subscriptions. This means that in our house, a house of 4 nerds, we can only download 60 gb a month. If you go over the limit, you pay extra per mb.

INCONVENIENT.

The billing period reset last friday, and I finally feel like this is a home again.
The odd thing though, was how well I worked while the internet was down. With schoolwork I mean.
We had our first week of lectures last week, and already; 3 homework assignements. I’ve finished one, and will commence the second shortly.

So much has happened, dear diary.

We picked up Resident Evil 5, as a birthday gift for Stian. He got the collectors edition, which was full of supersweet swag.

Me and Tukun have been playing it co-op. It is so cash. I don’t agree with people who say it’s racist because you mow down black people. It’s racist to zombies, not black people.
Your sidekick in the game is an African, but she honestly doesn’t look or sound anything like it. I don’t know what’s up with that.

I also bought “A Streetcar Named Desire”.
I’ve only been able to see half of it so far, because my pc’s DVD drive decided to stop reading it this morning.
The half I saw was really good, it’s so well written it busts out classic lines and memorable quotes every minute.
One of them of course being “Hey, Stella!”.

I will depart with another quote, slightly more poetic than the last one.

“All of these deaths, the long parade to the graveyard. Father, Mother…  Margaret, that dreadful way.
You just came home in time for funerals Stella. And funerals are pretty compared to death.” 

is dat sum earthquake ?

I love this country. Aside from the bushfires, heatwaves, storms and of course the earthquakes.
We were chilling out maxing, relaxing all cool, when suddenly an earthquake who was up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood. 

A 4.7 earthquake that is. The whole house moved and we were pretty confused, at first we thought it was really heavy winds. Mais non.

All is well though, but I must admit I have never felt a quake like this before.

->http://www.theage.com.au/national/earth-tremor-rocks-metropolitan-melbourne-20090306-8rgc.html
 

“I work alone, understand? Alone”

When I finally acquired this holy grail, my shangri-la. Indeed the promised land.

My Léon / Lennon sunglasses.
For years I’ve been searching, and finally they are in my grasp.

I ordered them online from anysunglasses.com. Two of them. Finally I’ll look as Jean Reno-y as I feel.