Ultra slow ultra runner; Election loser; Eating contest winner; Doting father; Sometime: Podcaster; Filmmaker; Biz starter.
His name is George, and he’s a 9 week old lab / staffy cross… Being 9 weeks old, he’s completely clueless about pretty much everything… Doesn’t really know that weeing on the carpet is a pretty bad idea, or that you can use stairs to travel between floors (he just sits at the top or bottom and cries until some carries him to the bottom or top).
I’m going to be very happy when he’s house trained… And when he learns to respond to his name… And stuff.
PUPPY!!!
So, Minority Report is pretty cool.
A couple of questions, not related to the movie, but to my evening:
1. Robyn, what’s the secret, crazy?.. Also, when driving at nights you should turn on your lights.
2. Ryan, do you know where your fucked-up little brother is?.. As I type this he’s probably still sitting in the doorway at the intersection of New North Rd & Mt Eden Rd looking not entirely unlike a homeless little solvent abuser.
Have fun at the movie Jimbo.
So there we were, sitting in the ER, eating handfuls of chips while sitting next to big bags of hazardous biological waste.
Bastards wouldn’t even let me keep the xrays of my fracture.
Fucking bastard broken finger fuck!
Firstly, jackhammer… Then… Concrete cutter… Finally, me going fucking nuts and killing everyone on that damn building site, don’t they realise this is a residential street?
Was up till 3AM putting the finishing touches on some mock-ups for a new client… Made up for that by having yummy poached eggs on toast for brunch (with pesto for her, and marmite for me)… Must say I’m quite liking the ‘new’ coca-cola with lemon, refreshing. Be better in summer, I reckon.
"Hey, your webcam isn’t on, is it?" I said, while standing there wearing just briefs, "Uhh, yeah… Oh."
Added a couple of things I found on a parking lot wall to the Street Art page.