Oh noes, no power.
4:23 pm, January 3rd, 2009 |
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Posted in girlthings, internets, local, photography by Liz
There’s a reason I couldn’t be a journalist, and that’s because I’m not that good at writing things as soon as they happen. Things generally sit for a day or two. If someone pokes me in that time, then I might write about it, if not, it generally gets forgotten.
But, on Thursday night, there was a power outage. It was near midnightish, and neither Jarod and I could sleep. So, we used the internets on our phones and discovered, thanks to ABC Online’s superior news coverage, that we could blame a Marrickville Chocolate Factory for the no powerness. (Or, perhaps the fact it was next door to an electricity sub station).
On Jarod’s super early bike ride the next day, he rode past and took a photo or two:
Apparently around 35,000 homes were affected, but all was restored by 6am.
Planes on final approach
11:28 pm, January 2nd, 2009 |
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Posted in bikes, boythings, geekery, photography by Jarod
Since moving to the inner west I’ve wanted to head down to the north end of the north south runway at Kingsford Smith Airport. You know, to generally be a camera nerd and take photos of planes rushing 50 odd metres overhead. This morning, I finally go around to it.
I know I know, that photo is tiny. Smash this link to see it bigger though.
The Camera Blackboard
6:38 pm, December 31st, 2008 |
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Sombrero!
4:42 am, December 29th, 2008 |
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It’s a long story. You wouldn’t want to know.
Hair Tie Catching Machine.
9:10 pm, December 28th, 2008 |
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Posted in cuteness, girlthings, local, photography, traaiiiiin by Liz
We’ve already blogged about Train’s super ability to catch hair ties when flicked in her direction, but only tonight did we try take decent photos of it.
See how much kitty anger she has inside?
And can you imagine what those claws do to flesh?
Aww.
2:50 pm, December 27th, 2008 |
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One year ago today, Jarod moved in with me. I thought it was sometime next week, until he went and got me a pretty necklace while I was otherwise distracted at the shops.
Somewhat unfair, seeing as we agreed not to get each other anything for Christmas, yet I still end up with pretty things. But I’m not about to complain…
Train Got Christmas Presents!
9:17 pm, December 25th, 2008 |
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Posted in boythings, cuteness, girlthings, photography, traaiiiiin by Jarod
From Smudge the Dog no less!!
Kitty Bath Time.
9:58 pm, December 15th, 2008 |
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Posted in cuteness, girlthings, local, photography, traaiiiiin by Liz
In an attempt to make the blog slightly less tarnished after that post, I should also mention we bathed Train the other day. Oh the hilarity!
We came out unscathed, but she refused to look at us for the rest of the day. And also covered our bathroom floor in water while trying to escape.
Thanks to our new Nokia e71s,
8:01 pm, December 3rd, 2008 |
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we discovered Train is a robot.
Look at her EYES.
Thanks, Nokia!
Bike Porn
6:08 am, November 27th, 2008 |
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Posted in bikes, boythings, geekery, photography by Jarod
Locker vs. Jarod.
7:03 pm, November 23rd, 2008 |
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Jarod won. Eventually.
Last weekend we found a three tiered locker at Reverse Garbage (same place we got the puma sign from) and discovered both that they were permanently locked, and only $15. Bargain.
So, we bought it home, and unlocked two of the three lockers with ease. The top locker, however, was a little more stubborn.
In the process of picking the lock (okay, perhaps ‘using brute force on the lock’ would be a better description) we made it a little sharp and pointy.
A few minutes later Jarod accidentally ran his hand over it. Bleeding ensued.
Ouch.
After half an hour of containing the bleeding (it was quite a large cut, despite what the photo shows) and bandaging himself up, he was back at it and managed to break open the top locker. We now have them sitting in our spare room filled with stuff. Including books.
There’s something I like about having a old school locker filled with books outside of a school situation.