I was a little late getting to Mags' place for dinner tonight. Just as well they love me anyway. Mags' has had a tough old week this week. Her Grandfather died, the funeral was on Monday. Tonight I went with her to her Uncle's home across town to pick up a few items her Grandfather wanted Mags' and her siblings to have. Death brings out the family politics. The "what can I gain from this" vultures we all have as relations somewhere in the family tree. Mags the Peacemaker. She is loyal and has such an ingrained sense of duty and responsibility. Bridging the gap between family members who refuse to speak or attend the funeral. Her family is so damn lucky to have Mags in their family. It's only people like her that hold that lot together - for want of a better term. :: :: :: :: I bought bed stuff. I won't be cold anymore. Warm wool and cream on cream on white. My bed has become rather stylish. Want to come over and see? :: :: :: :: I didn't really ever understand what Nick was going on about in class last year. He lost me time and time again, especially in Flash. So I have been timid using it. Today I made several animations, and I thought I would share with you the first every fully ME animation I have ever made in Flash. I drew it, I animated it. I am quite proud of myself. I enjoyed myself doing it too. I've a long way to go but feel so much more confident after Ben here worked out okay. (Flash portion removed) --------

Welcome to Today's Episode, where Life is Cheap and Michelle decides to "save a forest" by using the same page for another diary entry. You would think the recipe for instant coffee so simple it is foolproof. The minute differences in the numbers of grains of coffee and sugar ratio to milk and liquid are so delicate, that to be 'off' by only a small amount will result in an assault on the tastebuds. Speaking of which, did you know that Women can taste more of a range then men? Apparently because we need to know if the berries are poison or not, we have the higher capacity for bitter flavours than a man so we don't accidently flavour the saber tooth tiger evening meal. Today is Tuesday. I have developed a worrying habit. It wasn't worrying until this morning when I suddenly realised I was doing it. I found myself wishing I would crash my car. What kind of sicko drives hoping some speeding idiot's going to plow into the side of my car. Or head on, I think that head on'd be easier to survive considering the develpments in car safety. But then, is surviving the accident what I want either? I watched a television programme about car safety a while back. It was very interesting. About how the advances in automobile safety was privately driven. The most interesting part being that before the development of 'crash test dummies' ie: lifelike manikins with diodes and sensors, they used cadavers. They wrapped them up in white bandages and dropped them down lift shafts to discover degrees of impact trauma. Strapped them into vehicles to see how the dashboard or the steering column or the head rest impacted during a collision. Funny the things you never think about until you're told. I just assumed crash test dummy manikins were what were used but they took a long time to develop, and are very expensive. They are based on information gathered from deaths of adults. Due to the low number of children's bodies that are 'left to science' or are autopsied after car accidents, childlike crash test dummies are not as fully programmed as they need to be. Yet these tests are the most important because protecting children in a moving vehicle is of a great importance. Seat belts, airbags, softer more shock-absorbing materials being used in vehicles is a direct result of the tests run by this private reseach. The majority of car manufacturers were kicking and screaming all the way into a safer driving experience though. --------

oh Lord, why am I so tired? arg, it's because I have my period. It's either a week early or I can't count to 28 with any real reliability. It just wipes me out. I am so surprised when I look in my mirror and my eyes aren't hanging out. Can't really explain that descripition anymore than that. Lawyer day today. It's not like me to really share that much of my offline activities online, but I spose it's a Life Milestone so requires a mention. There isn't any need to go into details, except to say, everything is cool. (the technical lawyerspeak for 'amicable'). We have the slowest, most drawn out, most friendly marriage desolution in history. On one hand, I have people in my life who didn't even know I was married (no, not you.. a woman I know who lives by Karen, I've known her ten years and last year she was gobsmacked to find out I wasn't single - but I was because we had split up so long ago but rah rah you know ANYWAY) and now I have people who think I am reconciled with Greg because we spend time together and still go out and such. Just goes to show, no one knows what's going on cept the people it's going on with (to). So after a seperation of over four years, it's finally only a matter of weeks away - that's if I can find the Marriage Certificate which hasn't been sited since the early eighties when it was entrusted to our Financial Broker, never to be seen again. I might have to apply for another one, edging out the decree nici (or whatever it's called) a little further, but a few weeks isn't going to hurt anyone, not after all this time. Paul asked me how I felt - happy/sad/whatever. I feel like the time is right, and I feel like everything is good, and I feel as I usually feel coming from my lawyers: like skipping and singing. That can't be all bad. --------