When my life is full/difficult/eventful - I go quiet. A few things have happened in the last couple of weeks. I'll tell you about three of them and keep the last one to myself. Number One: Last Monday I moved again. Kinda tired of moving, to tell the truth. I hope I can stay put for a while this time, but I have to admit, I don't much like my new place. Everyone keeps saying "once it's mish-i-fied it'll be fine" I hope they're right. It rained all day during the move and my mover hit on me for the whole five hours it took. He had nice transparant things to say about my hair, my eyes, my stuff, my personality, my body and he even thought i'd never "get grumpy" well - he tried, you know? Not my type for a couple of reasons. The fact I had about five hours sleep over the previous 48 before the move kept my smart mouth under control. My huge computer desk was a problem - it wouldn't fit down either side of the house. Thankfully, Greg and Simon managed to dismantle it in the pouring rain at 11:30pm and carry it down to my place. I'm damn lucky they have big hearts. So here I am now in my new place and slowly, oh so slowly, unpacking. Number Two: The move was, of course, because Kiki was going home to Salt Lake City. She flew out Friday 31st May. The decision was made back on Easter Monday - the day I moved in [no no it wasn't my fault, I promise]. It was the absolutely right decision for Kiki to make, and maybe, with a pinch of hindsight, she should have gone back then and there but thankgoodness for me she didn't - because I got to hang out with that crazy kid for 8 weeks and we had a blast. I miss her but I'm so glad she's home with her family and her dogs. Our last week was full of dinners and drinks and farewells. I hope horrible New Zealanders she encountered while here fade from her memory and she remebers how much she was loved by some of us. I'm better for knowing her. Number Three: After seeing Kiki off on her flight, I went to see Star Wars Episode 2: Attack of the Clones - the first available opportunity since it's release. I laughed inappropriately loud[ly] at all the wrong places. Three good bits [yes we are counting everything] 1: the sonic blasts in the asteroid belt 2: anakin and his two light sabers and 3: the fabric movement of the Celine Dion-like cloners clothes. Everything else was dumb. I went in looking forward to this movie and came away saying it was dumb. 45 squillion dollars on special effects and spending $5.50 on the script might not be the best use of funds. I liked Natalie Portman, especially when the pussy cat scratched her and her clothes fell off. It's just so hard being me some days (that took me five goes to type) see what I mean? It's my back end - I just don't understand it. She's been a long week Bruce, and hauling a battered organ around isn't so much fun either. In fact, it's down right exhausting. details? not likely. I suppose I'm getting to the stage where I can honestly say "Sometimes, I fall over." Yesterday was my most spectacular by far. Oh yes, I've fallen longer and higher and further before, but not quite as hard as I did yesterday or on such an unforgiving surface. That moment when you realise you have stopped running and have started tripping holds a second split into first and second: first you think YAY i've controlled this trip and i may look dorky staggering about but at least I'm still upright. Second, you realise you haven't and promtly and with great speed begin falling. Hands out between you and the thing you are falling on is about all you have time for, if you're lucky. If you're not, your face breaks your fall. In my case - my tooth broke mine. Hello road, I am face, this is my tooth.. nice to meet you. I was shaken. I got up gathered my bag and my glasses and checked myself for damage. And then I felt it, with the tip of my tongue, the unfamiliar sharpness of my tooth, or - what was left of it. The lower half had gone, snapped off in an arc. My right front tooth. Turning to go back to my car, I hoped Greg was home. By the time I was half way to his house I was crying and shaking so hard it's amazing I could still drive. He wasn't home I called him at work crying and upset. He made an appointment at the dentist and called me back with the time. By lunchtime my tooth was fixed good-as-new but I was still really shakey. Today my new tooth and I are a lot better. My neck and thighs and back are stiff and I can feel and see bruises colouring in my skin and can feel them on my face. I made sure I had plenty of time to catch the Ferry this morning and I picked my stupid feet up one after the other. A simple concept I shall be keeping in the front of my brain for a while longer, I hope. Stealing ideas from the Internet to enhance your office life. Nervousness.org is a wonderful interactive site and the Clay Robot Project offered a nice idea to steal to have people in my office do something "fun" and "different". Each staff member was given a block of air-dry clay and a week to produce a robot. Not everyone managed to produce something, but those who did did a wonderful job. One day someone's gonna stumble upon this site and see themselves from the time they stayed at the Stamford Plaza. This guy is the first to venture onto the rooftop pool area since the weather closed in. Rain is not condusive to mishi's perving. (though if i concentrate, I *can* see into the rooms but i wouldn't take piccies of that - but the rooftop under the highrises is fair game). I have driven the ants from my home. Pakuranga, and Auckland in general I think, is ant country. But, I don't like Ants [except of course Antony Ants.. I like him]. Lord knows what they think they're gonna feed on in my house, because there's never any food. But they are the way of life in this town. I bought NoAnts, a liquid poison the trusty ants take back to their nest and feed to their lavae and Queen, killing them and therefore, the nest. It worked a treat. Only took about 3 days of the ants ferrying their poison back to the nest to no longer see one single ant in my kitchen. I feel good - a job well done. The job for this weekend is to make a list of interesting Projects: an A list for myself and a B list to inflict on others. I will be creative by forcing others to be creative. Would you like to join in?