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May. 21st, 2006 11:47 pmToday's Trash and Treasure score was a shovel wrought iron spade... Z was very pleased (and is dictating corrections as I go) and it will be turned into some implement of mass destruction eventually.
YMCA was better - we are now in proud possession of a food dehydrator ($15). Round one leftover apples and pears turned out really nice and are more than half devoured, with a second load of the unhappier looking fruit in there currently. Z is bouncing about gleefully as his fruit parer and spiral slicer is working brilliantly. 1 apple or pear cored, pealed and sliced in about 15 seconds. I think it will be very difficult to go back to store bought dried fruit and beef jerky and/or biltong will definitely be attempted very soon.
As per usual, Sun morning was devoted to sleeping and market bargain hunting. Part of the afternoon was spent in a patch of sunlight making the same mistake twice while lucet weaving shirt ties. I'll try not to make it a third time, especially since I have completed 2, failed 2 and have to make a total of 12 for the shirt. Its just forgetting to put the thread through the second loop, so how hard can that be?
Later afternoon was spent establishing just who the moldy armour at the back of the garage belonged to. We knew who it had been loaned to - (said sad wanker appears to have fled town*) having packed it up wet as far back as possibly Festival 2005 (a guess based on when he was last seen wearing it), and left it to develop mold that Jackson Pollack would have drawn inspiration from. Clouds came off as the (what was once leather) kidney belt and arms came out. Chemical warfare at its finest. We did track down the owner - he was happy at the return, but not the state. The metal bits should be salvageable but that is about it.
And then after a food drying frenzy, there was Eurovision. What can you say? Yay to the trolls! Housemates who had never seen it before compared it to a train wreck. But you just had to watch...
*Said sad wanker has pissed off a number of people. Full rants on the subject can be delivered on demand quite easily. Pester offline for details - we just want his name off our lease, but others are out for a larger proportion of his hide. Said sad wanker is apparently in Brisbane but not answering email or phone, and apparently in possession of a new job, apartment and girlfriend (leaving the first 2 and about 5? of the latter behind). These facts have not been communicated clearly by said sad wanker to his previous employers, flatmates, Canberra friends or even acquaintances. Individuals in the SCA rapier community might be wise not to ever loan this person any gear ever and to pass the word on to others. The scary bit is that he doesn't appear malicious, just once you know him, a complete and utter absentminded incompetent git who couldn't be trusted to watch paint dry.
I could go on (about said sad wanker), but your eyes would glaze over and mine are already, and he isn't worth wasting electrons on bar as a warning to others. Stealth wanker.
Sleep time. Especially when Z starts turning off the lights and I can't see to type...
PS Anyone want some chocolate?
YMCA was better - we are now in proud possession of a food dehydrator ($15). Round one leftover apples and pears turned out really nice and are more than half devoured, with a second load of the unhappier looking fruit in there currently. Z is bouncing about gleefully as his fruit parer and spiral slicer is working brilliantly. 1 apple or pear cored, pealed and sliced in about 15 seconds. I think it will be very difficult to go back to store bought dried fruit and beef jerky and/or biltong will definitely be attempted very soon.
As per usual, Sun morning was devoted to sleeping and market bargain hunting. Part of the afternoon was spent in a patch of sunlight making the same mistake twice while lucet weaving shirt ties. I'll try not to make it a third time, especially since I have completed 2, failed 2 and have to make a total of 12 for the shirt. Its just forgetting to put the thread through the second loop, so how hard can that be?
Later afternoon was spent establishing just who the moldy armour at the back of the garage belonged to. We knew who it had been loaned to - (said sad wanker appears to have fled town*) having packed it up wet as far back as possibly Festival 2005 (a guess based on when he was last seen wearing it), and left it to develop mold that Jackson Pollack would have drawn inspiration from. Clouds came off as the (what was once leather) kidney belt and arms came out. Chemical warfare at its finest. We did track down the owner - he was happy at the return, but not the state. The metal bits should be salvageable but that is about it.
And then after a food drying frenzy, there was Eurovision. What can you say? Yay to the trolls! Housemates who had never seen it before compared it to a train wreck. But you just had to watch...
*Said sad wanker has pissed off a number of people. Full rants on the subject can be delivered on demand quite easily. Pester offline for details - we just want his name off our lease, but others are out for a larger proportion of his hide. Said sad wanker is apparently in Brisbane but not answering email or phone, and apparently in possession of a new job, apartment and girlfriend (leaving the first 2 and about 5? of the latter behind). These facts have not been communicated clearly by said sad wanker to his previous employers, flatmates, Canberra friends or even acquaintances. Individuals in the SCA rapier community might be wise not to ever loan this person any gear ever and to pass the word on to others. The scary bit is that he doesn't appear malicious, just once you know him, a complete and utter absentminded incompetent git who couldn't be trusted to watch paint dry.
I could go on (about said sad wanker), but your eyes would glaze over and mine are already, and he isn't worth wasting electrons on bar as a warning to others. Stealth wanker.
Sleep time. Especially when Z starts turning off the lights and I can't see to type...
PS Anyone want some chocolate?
