Panda hippo gnu deer!

I’m a little light-headed, so forgive me if I’m short…  Or typo ridden.

We had a delightful little get together of wonderful people.  It was good.  We’re glad the weather held up, as there’s just no way everyone would have fitted into our living room and such.

I hope everyone who came had as good a time as I did.

My cigar was long and fat.  My brandy was fruity and delicious.  Word to the wise: don’t plow through three glass in short order.

(I didn’t, but the person who did…  you know who you are.)

That’s all.

Happy new year.

Hope this one is even better than the last, and I hope the last was fantastic.

Post-Christmas Wrap-up.

Well, that was a hell of a good time.

Thursday we had Adam & Sandra, and a lonesome Louise over for some quiet drinks and snacks.  I put together a delicious chilli con queso, which turned out to be fairly popular.

Friday we had Kate & Francois over for a quick drink and a swap of presents, Matteo is more handsome and wonderful every time we see him.  And constipated.

Then on Saturday I was off for a quiet drink with a small group of old friends on Ponsonby Rd, which turned into a mighty fine meal at Canton in Kingsland (where Claire joined the fun), followed by another quiet drink at Ruby.

Saturday night was spent finishing off a painting for my mother.  I’m pretty happy with it, but then I would be as it’s a self-portrait.  I’ll see about getting a decent shot of it up here, I find it really hard to put up pictures of my paintings though, I feel like the photo never quite captures the painting right.

Sunday, or as some people would prefer Christmas Day was spent, well, we slept in fairly late – I didn’t get to bed until the wee small hours – then we loaded the dog and about 5 carrier bags full of presents into the car, and headed over to my mother’s place, we hung around there for a couple of hours, opening mucho presents and having a good time, then we had to kick it off over to Albania to see Claire’s mother…  Who wasn’t home.  She’d gone out of her boat, not bothering to tell her only daughter that she’d left.  Turns out a nasty bump on the head she got the other day is having a greater effect than she might realise.  (She was knocked out cold, had to go to hospital, and the accompanying bleeding on the brain has been described as like a mini-stroke.)  But all was not lost, as if there’s one thing Claire has a lot of, it’s families.  So we kicked it over to her step-father’s place on the other side of Albania, we arrived, with presents in tow, about an hour earlier than we’d intended, and just as they were finishing up their Christmas lunch, we were heartily pleased to be invited to join in, as this was around 2.45pm, and we hadn’t had anything to eat yet.  So I loaded up on turkey and ham, and other such Christmassy goodies, and plowed in.

We handed out more presents to people, and got some more in return, and all was good.  Then Ben (Claire’s youngest brother) pulled out one of his presents, and it was inspired – paddle tennis!  I set it up in the backyard, and we played until the ball flew off, then I reknotted the ball and we played until – no kidding – the ball fell apart.  Really.  It split along one seam, and as we kept playing, the rubber construction kept cracking and breaking, in the end only the felt was holding it together.  Claire’s step-father found us another tennis ball somewhere, and using someone else’s swiss army knife I retasked it to paddle tennis duties.  Then the others (Claire’s younger brother and his girlfriend, and Claire’s youngest brother) kept playing while I headed off to the youngest brothers room to play Halflife 2 for a while.

About 6’ish we headed back to my mother’s place for Christmas dinner, we got there before the other’s arrived, but only just.  Had a few drinks and such, then ploughed into more turkey and so forth.  Took a break from eating to gift more presents (and recieve way more than our fair share in return) and then had a bit of a tiff over the pavlova – I had a pretty big first helping, and then got snarked at when I went to get some seconds, even though everyone else had already loaded up on pav and Christmas Pudding.  I felt a bit put-upon, and kind of exploded in return – but aside from that it was all completely excellent.

Boxing Day, aka Monday, aka Yesterday, we headed out to swap some presents that didn’t quite work right (I got Claire a coffee tamper, and my mother got me a coffee tamper, neither coffee tamper fit our machine, and no one needs two) and to spend some certificates from last year and the year before (I guess I kind of hoard them a bit).  For future reference, if anyone wants to get me gift certificates, you simply cannot do better than Booksellers Tokens.  I can use them at Whitcoulls, and a variety of other places, which means that I can get books and magazines, but also DVDs and painting stuff and so on, all with the same tokens.  (Oh, but all tokens will be greatfully received, regardless of where they’re from, I do know I’m a bit difficult to buy for.)  That took all day, and involved all sorts of places, ending up having dinner at a really great little Japanese place I’d always walked past previously – Fuji San, in that cluster of Asian food places near the top of Queen St – it was delicious and surprisingly inexpensive.

Last night I started a new painting, and then before bed queued up a few tv shows, so I woke up this morning to…

Some of Downloading Goodness.

And it was good.

Upgrade.

I’m in the process of updating the content management system I’m using for the site, if things look weird or broken, now you know why.

Noodles.

Right, a couple of new noodle reviews.

Yesterday was a weird one, Ottogi Spaghetti Ramen, with a sauce that contained macaroni elbows.  I beg your pardon?  Noodles that taste like spaghetti?  Is there nothing that modern technology can’t provide?

Today was a Gomtang, whatever that is.  Paldo Gomtang.  These noodles just plain sucked.  For real.

The end of The Monkey.

It is with a heart heavy with sorrow that I inform you that the-monkey.net is no longer going to be updated.

… From Balmoral. It will now be updated from Epsom instead.

This is the last Balmoral update.

Booyyaaaaa.

Moving on out.

We’re moving to the nice new place in Epsom on Saturday, we’ve booked a couple of guys with a truck to move all our heavy shit, and we’ve packed 90% of our worldly goods into cardboard boxes in the spare bedroom.

I’m always surprised by how much booze we have.  Must be 30 bottles of various things.  (Mostly wine, of course, but surprisingly much vodka.  Skyy, Absolut, and a couple of bottles of 42Below.)

My stereo is in a box, my CDs are all in boxes.  Even my books are all boxed up and hidden away.  It’s funny how you suddenly want to start listening to more music when you can’t – I mean, only funny considering how little I listen to the good stereo – I mostly just listen to a crappy little clock radio tuned to National.  It sits on the big filing cabinet in my office, while the nice Denon components are away in the lounge.

We’ve sold heaps of stuff through TradeMe, too.

We discovered that we had loads of cool stuff that we weren’t using.  Claire sold ~10 pairs of shoes, many of which had never even been worn, I sold the weight bench and boxing bag (there’s nowhere for them in the new place, and while I really enjoy going out to the garage and pushing up some weights and getting my arms all pumped up, I don’t fancy doing it in the garden shed in the new place) my old car stereo, a powered subwoofer, and so on and so forth.  All well worth while.

Anyway, I have to go to a late meeting with some clients in an hour or so, and I need to get ready and head down to Manukau, so adieu, and get out of my theatre.

Noodles? Again?

Yes, I know, I know.   Man cannot live by noodles alone.  That’s why last night we had kumara chips, asaparagus drizzled with lemon juice and butter, salad with pine nuts, cheese and a good balsamic, and a really great quiche.  But for lunch, yes, I had noodles.  Forgive me.  Nong Shim Kimchi Bowl.