The Rags: Paraphernalia of Menstruation. I was just idly reading through this very interesting online exhibit (courtesy of the Powerhouse Museum) when I was amused by the sight of Newtown graffiti on one page.

Whoa. But will they have frickin’ laser beams on their frickin’ heads?

8:15 – Woke up an hour late because someone forgot to set the alarm.

10:00 – Accidentally deleted a significant chunk of the products on the shop website.

10:05 – Discovered that Danny’s backup system was more, um, “hypothetical” than, say, “existing.”

10:10 – Sent e-mail to website host praying they have a recent backup.

10:30 – And this is the WORST. My knitting nemesis – the old lady who runs the clinic in the shop – stopped me on her way downstairs. “I really like your hair,” she said. “Oh, thanks!” I said. “It looks much nicer,” she added over her shoulder. UM, EXCUSE ME? That is the most backhanded “compliment” I’ve ever gotten in my life.

Next I fully expect to get hit by a bus.

I, too, always wondered about the ending of Caddyshack…

MetaFilter has a post about John Howard’s anniversary of 10 years in power today. It’s pretty depressing, except for the hilarious insults people keep leveling at him.

If you saw a strange person on CouchCam this morning, that was our new cleaner Nurgul! She’s Mongolian. (Why does “Nurgul” remind me of Garfield? Wasn’t the cute kitten named that?) I’m excited to see what she did. I was there for the first bit, showing her around and doing last minute tidying. (Yeah, we cleaned for the cleaner. But mostly it was just piling up the important stuff so she knew what she could safely chuck.) It’s really weird leaving a stranger in your house. I was also having middle class guilt over paying an immigrant to clean my house, til I remembered that she’s getting the same per hour rate I am. *sigh* I’m in the wrong business.

“I’ve got a fever… and the prescription is MORE COWBELL!” I did another long run tonight (as mentioned below), all the way to Centennial Park, around the jogging track, and back home. My time on the track was exactly the same as last week – 26 minutes. I felt a lot better this time though. My breathing wasn’t as labored; I was going slow but I felt like I could go on forever. The best part of these long runs is that I finally get to hear the ends of Max’s mixes! There I was chugging along tonight to this vaguely Latin sounding percussive mix, when a light bulb went off in my head and I nearly fell over laughing as I realized what the voice was singing over and over. (It was the aforementioned line about cowbell.) Well done, Max. And well done me!

Can I just say: what with my new trousers and all I am doin’ this haircut a hell of a lot more justice than Sienna Miller is. PUT ON SOME PANTS, WOMAN!

Oh dear god. I just ran for an hour-and-a-half and I’m sore enough as it is. I don’t need to see what I just put my boobs through! *shudder* That is disturbing.

Later: Actually, what’s more disturbing is the Snook’s reaction to these bouncing breasts: “You know, this Flash technique they’re using is really interesting, because Flash doesn’t really have a way to process images to distort them on the fly, so…” And it became a whole discussion. Surprising.

Boing Boing‘s been doing this thing lately where people send in transit maps from various cities with all the names replaced with anagrams. It was only a matter of time before somebody did Sydney. So, where do you live? I used to catch the train every morning from Wont New to What Noll, back when I worked near Wry Steed.