Mundane day-to-day stuff

My housewarming is indeed fast approaching - it is on this Saturday the 7th, from 3pm to 11pm approx.

Should be pretty cool. The house and yard is very spacious, and well suited for entertaining.

Still, there is a lot of preparation to do, and a tight budget as well. The theme for the party is Communism. I need to get some posters to reflect this, probably decorations as well. I was thinking posters of Lenin and Stalin, possibly Mao, Fidel Castro and Che Guevara . Oh, and Karl Marx. And an enormous hammer & sickle banner.

I need to look the part, so some kind of Russian Communist outfit (whatever that would be).

I was planning on having a barbeque in the backyard, so I need a barbeque. I also need to borrow a lawnmower, so I can mow the backyard. Also cricket gear, games such as Monopoly or Balderdash, and a data projector, possibly another sound system as well.

I was gonna hire a karaoke system but they are waaaay too expensive!

Now, you are probably thinking, “That sounds like a mad party! I wonder if I’m invited?” It’s quite simple really: if you know me, you are invited. Don’t know me? That’s just tough, you are missing out.

I’d like to see some people dress to the theme, but realistically not everyone will be able to, and that’s fine. Just wait til you see Tymon’s outfit.

UPDATE: The invitation my brother made, that tragically was never used (click for full size):

I’ve moved in all the furniture, vacuumed the carpets and we are good to go.

Why did I move from Blogger, you ask? Well, Wordpress has some neat features. If you scroll down to the bottom of the page, there is a link there that says “Next Page”. Neato! Blogger doesn’t do that. Its features like that that make me green with envy. Once I found I could port my posts across, my decision was made.

Looks a good deal snazzier here than the old blog too, if you ask me.

The sunroom, whatever that is. (Hint: Must be something like this.)

The master bedroom. Yay!

The real estate agent called this the dining room. Like, what-ever. The TV room for me.

Eeewwwww!! (No, I don’t know either)

The backyard. Welcome to the jungle!

The guest room. Note to parents: this is where you are sleeping!

Kitcheny goodness. Rather homely.

The house in all its magnificence.

        

Me gotta new house! And, due to my longstanding desire to abandon the human race to its own devices, I will be living by myself!

You may recall that I posted on my real estate hunt earlier. I said that I wanted something between Moorabbin and Edithvale (it ain’t), near a station (check), 2 bedrooms (check, but one of them is a bit smelly - I guess that will be Tymon’s room if he moves in), backyard (check!!), laundry facilities (check), floorboards (d’oh! got carpet). Check baby check baby 1,2,3,4 - 4 out of 6 ain’t bad.

Thanks to Mat and Mark for helping me move - much appreciated.

To everyone who didn’t help me move cos they were, like, working or something (geez some people are selfish; you could have changed shifts or QUIT YOUR JOB but noooooo too much trouble innit), you are forgiven, provided you bring big gifts and pay homage at my housewarming.

Now for the housewarming party.

I’m looking for a place to rent at the moment, and man, is it ever frustrating! It takes aaages. Either the places I look at are disgusting or they are good - but if they are good, someone else applies for it and gets it.

Sigh.

I’m looking for something between Moorabbin and Edithvale near a station, 1 or 2 bedrooms (pref. 2), with a back or side yard, and no shared laundry. I also want polished floorboards rather than carpet - I have a thing for floorboards.

I had two dreams last night. Two very strange dreams.

In the first dream, I was chased by dragons. Monstrous, terrifying dragons that shot liquid fire or molten lava that pulverised everything, that could fly at breathtaking speeds. In the dream, I had to keep running, keep moving at all times to stay away from the dragons.

After that I woke up. I didn’t get to sleep for a while, as you can imagine.

Eventually I did. I had another dream. In this dream, my sister drowned.

Think I’ll stay up late tonight.

It is painfully, painfully easy to not have zodiac info in your profile. All you have to do is delete the birthday info. Still, why can’t I have the latter without the former?

And at the risk of having the entire blog consumed by my astrology rantings, here be my actual astrological info :

Star sign - Pleiades (the Sheep Rancher)
Zodiac year - Quokka

About as meaningful as the real thing, I reckon.

Hi everyone. Yet another blog. Boring I know.

I’ve always wanted a place to foist my crap opinions on everyone. Now I have a global audience (of about three people, but I digress).

My first step towards global domination. You read it here first.