Saturday, September 30, 2006


So, having spent much of last weekend sitting out in the front yard, surrounded by a small amount of no-longer-needed possessions up for sale, and manifestly failing to sell all but a few of them, it appears that this weekend might end up being a write-off as well.

What I ought to be going, is sitting in front of the Sleek and Intelligent Computer™ doing research for my piece of a report commissioned by a Certain Government Ministry, on the topic of 'New DNA Sequencing Technologies' (yes really). A topic which I know lots and lots about, allegedly. What I am doing, obviously, is writing yet another pithy, witty and profound blog entry.

[Standard dislaimers apply: certain aspects of the previous sentence may not be entirely true.]

The sad thing about last weekend was that the total take, for six hours of time, was about twenty bucks. That's just a hair over $3 an hour. The first job I ever had, in a furniture store, paid $3 an hour. That was 22 years ago.

All is not lost, however: the Junior Ricardipi had their karate classes cancelled, meaning more time for me to sit in front of the TV watching soccer oops-I-mean 'work on that report'. And not fiddle around with the blog, not at all.


In other news, the hawk has re-appeared and I snapped some pics with the [gasp!] film [gasp!] camera, which is equipped with a 300 mm zoom that should give a bit closer view than the digital did. And the bird was even facing in the right direction this time. Whenever we get around to finishing the film and developing it, I'll post one or two if they're not totally crap.


The Wrath of Dawn said...

Aha! That just confirms my belief that yard sales are a waste of time. I shall just donate the 3,000 lbs of flotsam and jetsam from my house and have done with it. Don't know anyone who wants to buy a Vic20, do you? A 386? A Nintendo? A museum, you say? Alright, then.

I shall await the hawk photos.

snfzn - vw or comment on yard sales? You be the judge.

Ricardipus said...

To yard sales, I say this:

'Vehtg!!! Vehtg vehtg vehtg!!!'

I'd say 'yes' to the VIC-20, but I already have a source for one. Sad but true.

zoe said...

it is more commonly known as 'procrastination' these days, r'pus.

#Debi said...

I'm planning to have one of them there yard sales in the next couple of weeks. Here's hoping that mine goes every bit as well as yours (and then some)...

The Wrath of Dawn said...

But you can't have just one Vic20! It'll pine away! They need companionship, especially in captivity!!! You have to take mine.

Um... my ploy isn't working, is it? No. I didn't think so.

BK said...

Nothing intelligent to add (Vic20? Bloody hell fire) except wordbitch says


which sounds like something a duck might exclaim when your hawk attacks it.

Or some ads that were running in the UK for 'Kwikfit' auto parts, in a Kiwi accent;

"You can't fut butter thun a qkfhux futter"

Australian translation: "You can't feet bitter thin a queekfeet feeter"

And because I'm bored (pubic holiday here, and I'm waiting for the Pawns and Queen to get ready so we can go to the pool), 'Vehtg' is definitely Lovecraftian:
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Cthulhu fhtagn!

#Debi said...

R'pus: If you get it a mate, it'll only breed...

The Wrath of Dawn said...

Yes, there's still a Vic20 in the basement. Bloody hell, indeed. I think it's next to the stegasaurus.