K Rd. Yakitori. Street art.

Went and had yakatori on K Rd last night to celebrate young Francois getting a bit older – was a bit uncomfortable when we first arrived, having an ex there, and all.

Francois forced me (gun to my head, I’m telling you) to drink a fair bit more saki than I intended… It did help cow tongue go down a bit easier, I must say.

Chiropractor again this morning, feeling a lot better already (but still very painful), said my pelvis cracked a lot easier today – that it was extremely stiff yesterday. I want the whole thing to be over with.

Also, on the way back from the yakatori place last night, I snapped a couple of pics of ‘street art‘ – looks like more stuff by that Misery girl.

Bye, Dylan.

So, it turns out that, in the end, it’s a good thing that Dylan decided to shove off. We’ve confirmed that we’re getting to upgrade to a bigger better faster model. The Yojimbo 3000. Yay. 🙂

Oh, and George accidentally pissed on our neighbours shoes & pants. Oopsie. 🙁

Lastly, Adam isn’t really a gay homosexual, it’s only Dylan that we’re not entirely sure about.

Absolute Henry.

When I got my fishies I named them by how they interacted with one-another:

  • Scrappy – didn’t mind a fight.
  • Bully – always got his way, and a large majority of the food.
  • Hungry – didn’t like to fight, didn’t get to eat.

As there is now only one fish, all it gets to interact with is plants, rocks and bubbles, the old names no longer apply. My fish is now, and for the foreseeable future, to be known as Henry.

New dog. Old computer.

Took George for the last of his shots today, so in a week he starts puppy classes. Afterwards we took a walk down to the gallery, all I can say is some peoples art is other peoples stupid crap.

Apparently it’s the twenty-somethingth birthday of the PC about now, this was my first.