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The seemingly endless flow of Delta Goodrem fans who seem intent on telling me how evil I am, to… (drum roll) Congratulate Pete & Wendy, who had their first bub at 2:51 today. Great news guys. Now comes the really fun part.

There’s big news afoot, but I’m too brain frazzled to write in detail about it right now. Expect an update to Third Time Round shortly. Instead, I’m going to complain. Bloody Delta Goodrem tried (but failed) to steal my 2 year old son’s shoes… Well, not exactly steal. Still. I need to vent somehow. Having

Something new today, with my musings on becoming a father for the third time getting a page all of their own. With pictures. Of babies. That you haven’t seen before (unless you’re my wife, who’s rather more familiar with what an ultrasound of her innards looks like than I suspect she’d like to be). There’s

And I’ve already had two of my three. #1: Stop breathing for a period of time; don’t sleep thereafter (see previous entries for more details) #2: This morning, the bookcase/shelf in the laundry collapsed. Much broken glass, bits of bent metal, dented tins of catfood and a massive, rotting shelf that i had to lug

(Well, to be strictly accurate, it was yesterday. But that’s not what Elton John sang, and I can’t find any song references to cashews) Yesterday didn’t exactly go as planned — well, at least for half of it. Off to Church on Sunday morning (as is our normal habit), and as part of the sermon,

All sorts of random observations from what has been a very weird week. Hang on folks… (No monies refunded. Hold onto the sides of the ride at all times, unless it catches fire, in which case you’re on your own. Or on fire. Maybe both.) I discovered this week how to overcome my fear of

One of the great things about running one’s own site is the fun you can have looking at server logs — especially for search terms. Right now, the fifth most popular search term for the site is “belligerent toddlers”. Perhaps you have to be me to find that amusing. Maybe I need more sleep.

(just for my dear sweet old mother’s sake) There’s nothing that refreshes the creative urge quite as much as stopping work, going and finding some painkillers and then having a bloody good float in a pool. Even if it is raining right now. I thought Queensland was meant to have nice weather?