Two weeks of holiday’s go by quick. And I’ve had so much to do and no time to do them. I’ve been wanting to work on my websites. I’ve started work on HCAE’s website. Its been a slow started but I’m finally getting somewhere.

I’ve been working a lot on getting the new 10th Wellington wordpress site up and running. I’ve also been endevoring to set up openSUSE after finding out that v11 had come out without much of a moments notice. It may have bit into that monthly bandwidth, but from the looks of things it is well worth it. It seems to be a tight system apart from lack of MP3 support and a few bits and pieces that need tidying, but I must say its the most compatible system with KDE4.0 thus far.

Played indoor cricket tonight as a ring in. I’m not a huge fan of the game. It seems much too small a space to put 10 people in and let them smash balls at you. But the team one 123 to 94. It was a good game all round really.

Saw Vicky today to go shopping for birthday presents. It was good seeing her outside of normal times. During the holidays I’ve been able to see her more often during the day since she’s kept her uni hours throughout the holidays. But next week Uni starts again and away we go, back to the busy life.

Three men are sitting in the maternity ward of a hospital waiting for the imminent birth of their respective children. One is an Australian, one a New Zealander, and the other is West Indian. They are all very nervous and pacing the floor.
All of a sudden, the doctor bursts through the double-doors saying ‘Gentlemen, you won’t believe this but your wives have all had their babies within five minutes of each other.’
The men are beside themselves with happiness and joy.
‘And,’ said the doctor, ‘ they have all had little boys.’
The fathers are ecstatic and congratulate each other over and over.
‘However, we do have one slight problem,’ the doctor said. ‘In all the confusion we may have mixed the babies up getting them to the nursery and would be grateful if you could join us there to try and help identify them.’
With that the Kiwi raced past the doctor and bolted to the nursery. Once inside he picked up the dark-skinned infant with dreadlocks, saying, ‘There is no doubt about it, this boy is mine!’
The doctor looked bewildered and said, ‘Well, sir, of all the babies I would have thought that maybe this child could be of West Indian descent.’
‘That’s a maybe,’ said the Kiwi, ‘but one of the other two is a bloody Aussie and I’m not taking the risk.’

In the beginning, there was a plan.

And then came the assumptions. And the assumptions were without form. And the plan was without substance.
And the darkness was upon the face of the workers. And they spoke among themselves and said, ‘It’s a crock of sh*t, and it stinks!’
And the workers went unto their supervisors and said, ‘It is a pail of dung, and we can’t live with the smell.’
And the supervisors went unto their managers and said, ‘It is a container of strong excrement, and none may abide by it.’
And the managers went unto their directors and said, ‘It is a vessel of fertiliser, and none may abide its strength.’
And the directors spoke among themselves, and said to one another, ‘It contains that which aids plant growth, and it is very strong.’
And the directors went to the vice-presidents and said unto them, ‘It promotes growth, and it is very powerful.’
And the vice-presidents went to the president and said unto him, ‘This new plan will actively promote growth, and vigour of the company with very powerful effects.’
And the president looked upon the plan, and said that it was good. And the plan became policy.
And this, my friends, is how sh*t happens!