From the makers of Bookworm....

With a 5am start, and a desperate need to wash my hair, I should be in the shower, or better yet, bed, but I'm not - he's found me this darling, addictive game from popcap games called Chuzzle.



Five more minutes....

Photo gallery is finally updated!

Yep, while I've been taking photos, I've been awfully slack about uploading them, so here is the latest - full of veggie-garden stuff, flowers and macro shots of bugs. (why? because I can!)

Lots of older shots have been archived.

Enjoy!

Connex trains, how do we love thee?

I shouldn't rant, really, I shouldn't, but there are some days when the public transportation system goes so out of kilter that there is nothing left to do.

An hour-long commute turned into a three-hour sardine nightmare, thanks to a lightning strike. It's the second time it's happened this year, at the same station - is it too much to expect them to install a lightning rod or two? Channel all that raw power of Nature being a show-off into something that'll help the trains run? Or at least boil the kettle and give all those frazzled commuters a cuppa?

From all reports the power was out from 6am, but nobody thought to mention it (what happened to those service announcements I get to my mobile?) until we were stuck in a queue in a queue between stations already late?

"This train will be going on to Melbourne!"

"We'll be moving soon; the track ahead needs to clear a bit first"

"No, wait, change of plans: THAT train about to leave and packed to the sardine-tin will be going to Melbourne"

*run* *squeeze* *wait*

*wait*

*wait some more*

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Comments overheard as people called in late:
(on phone) "I'm not running late at all; I'm standing still late"

"They need to sacrifice some chickens or something to get us moving"

(passing a signalbox)
"How can you get three grown men to look into a metal box?"
"That's where the chickens should be."