Tired

One's company

In a segregated space colony, isolation ain't so splendid, but the alternative – social contact – has become too frightening for some to bear. I suspect Colin Brake's "Three’s A Crowd" (B/F audio #69, 2005) may be an allegory for "Doctor Who" fandom in the Internet Age...

Rice power!

On the weekend, Mum delivered a most excellent birthday present: a Sunbeam rice cooker. Greatest invention since the toaster. No more struggling with the saucepan method – this thing produces perfect grains every time. My newfound self-sufficiency is gonna put a dent in the earnings of certain Asian restaurants.

Warm house

SC's housewarming was a tad bacchanalian. I drank nearly two bottles of red, met a very nice girl who I had a very nice conversation with but who really couldn't stay, then snogged someone else (who, admittedly, was also very nice). Woke up Catholic-guilty as I always do, with burly farmhands trampling grapes inside my skull. SMSed SC who messaged back absolution :-)

Diamond geezers

Foxtel rewarded DL's numerous wrestling pieces in the mag by inviting he, CM and I to the ECW/SmackDown show at the Acer Arena. The big fella was in a corporate box, while we got "diamond" class seats (worth 350 smackers each!) in the third row. Sitting that close, I could see the scar tissue on Matt Hardy's forehead and the light sheen of sweat on Michelle McCool's lower back. The fireworks were thunderous and we jumped every time they went off. Match of the night for me was Punk versus Benjamin – so skilful! Some of the fans at ringside are incredibly hard-core, eg. a bloke had drawn exact copies of one wrestler's tattoos on himself in texta...unless they were real, which is scarier still.

Head buried in...

"The Steep Approach To Garbadale" (2007) by Iain Banks. As wish-I'd-thought-of-that as every novel the Scotsman writes. This one's about a dysfunctional clan living off the profits of a squillion-selling (and counting), "Monopoly"-like boardgame invented in the late 1800s.