"Oh well, whatever, nevermind" - Nirvana

Got up about 9. Had shower and that. Read some Unfinished Tales, had tea and toast. Then went for the customary wander around the entire backyard.

And, I have to say, it looks just a teeny tiny bit different from last year. Just a bit.....
Seriously, the greenness and wetness is quite insane.
Its nice to see the Lemon-Scented Gums are finally propagating themselves. Although I'm a bit disappointed with the progress of my Karris.

Then went back and fixed up all the computer stuff. Gee, that was hard! Sigh....

Rang V in there somewhere. It took him a while to figure out who I was, cos I rang on my parents phone. So there you go then.

Then I watched tape 1 of the Rage 20 years of videos. Most of it up to 1991 was all this randomly stupid obscure stuff that I wound through. Actually, almost the whole of 1987 (the first year - dur!) was useless, cos the signal was patchy and it just froze a scene every 30 seconds like.
1991 was good, though, cos it had Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana, Alive by Pearl Jam, Losing My Religion by REM and Enter Sandman by Metallica all in a row.

Watched a bit of the football in between. Saw Port Adelaide beat Carlton, but only just, really.

Watched The Triplets of Bellville, which was some cult animation movie in French but with hardly any dialogue. Same old stuff, really. And it looked ugly.

Went down to the local catholic thingy at 6. They had the 'alternative' singer there, who was singing all those 'alternative' songs. Hmmm; interesting hippy-catholics down in Dunsborough....

Came back and had dinner. It was some curry - but it wasn't cos it was supposed to have chili but didn't cos mum doesn't like hot stuff. So it was like curry flavoured, or something. Like, no bite at all.
My dad gave my his old tripod, so went down the back in the 3 degree temperatures (or whatever), and used my 60 second lens opening thing and took some stars. Lots of colourful dots - how lovely!

Watched the comedy classics on channel 7 (no; GWN!) - so that's Are You Being Served? and Benny Hill. Great. Then there was some Great Australian Albums (oxy-moron city!) on SBS - about The Triffids. You know, the good ol' Triffids. Who do all those Triffid songs and that.
Then there was part two of a David Bowie - no, Bob Dylan documentary; directed by Martin Scorsese, no less. And what a swell job he did, too. Actually, it was really just long streams of historical footage, then comments by Bobby, or one of his contemporaries. Or not, as the case may be. Saw Joan Baez, who does that great The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down song. But they obviously didn't show much of her singing.

Then there was more football. Forget who....

Slept about 11.