I just couldn't get out of bed this morning.

I changed my alarm last night, to give me a bit more sleep, and make sure I didn't fall back asleep again, like keeps happening.

I didn't fall back asleep, but I just didn't want to get out of bed. It's too cold.

I finally got up about 8am, instead of about 7am.

Got ready, and I took off about 9am.

Pretty good run, besides the idiots on the freeway going slow (argh this 100km/h crap, and the silly old fart doing 60km/h in the middle lane with the whole freeway swerving around them), and the dirt on the road.

I got to work about 10am.

I worked all day, and I'm still there now.

I think I might leave shortly, I didn't get out for lunch today, and I'm getting a bit hungry.

I meant to go to the electronics place to get some bits for a tivo serial cable today, but time just gets away.

I was also going to buy some new earbuds so I could use my mp3 player again.

I might find some time tomorrow, and to actually go for lunch.

I woke up late again.

I got to work about 10.45am.

I need to stop doing this.

I stayed at work until 7.30pm.

I got fuel on the way home, then went and got some dinner and went home.

I went to bed early for once.

Didn't do much.

Got up earlier than usual for once.

Watched tv most of the day.

I woke up about 11am.

I felt really seedy.

There was no water. Someone turned it off or something.

There was also no panadol. I needed to go out.

I bummed around for a while, and finally went out about 2pm, because it looked like it was going to rain.

I went to the supermarket, and I grabbed a bunch of stuff I needed, like panadol.

I felt like I was half dead, dragging myself around the supermarket.

Finally I was finished and went to the chekouts. Great, it looks like everyone's decided to come here at the same time.

I got in the line, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.

Finally I got served. It took me about 10 swipes to get my card to read.

I got outside, to find it had been raining heavily for the last couple of minutes. Terrific.

I loaded my stuff, and went back into the shopping centre, to go the bakery, to get something for lunch.

I went back out to my bike, put my gear on, and prepared to come home.

I hate being in this carpark in the best weather, I have to take evasive action because of some clown that can't drive everytime, I really don't want to be here just after it has started raining. Oh well.

I cautiously left the carpark, and it immediately stopped raining. Typical. It couldn't have stopped 5 minutes earlier, so I wouldn't have got all wet.

I got home, no issues.

had some panadol, the water was back, so I had a shower. That helped.

I watched some tv, and bummed around for the rest of the day.

I slept in this morning, and ended up getting to work an hour late.

No big issue.

It was one of the guys from the work team I'm sitting near's last day, so we went for lunch, we went up to a noodle place a few minutes away.

I had to get some cash out, we went to the bank across the road, of course my card was a pain in the bum. I tried it about 5 times in one machine, kept complaining about "card cannot be used because of damage to the magnetic strip".

The other guy finished at his atm, I tried it in there, and it worked first go.

We went across to the noodle place, and ordered.

They brought the food out shortly after, it was really good, a bit too much chili for my liking, but it wasn't that bad.

We headed back to the office after that, and I got back to work.

I ended up leaving about 6.30pm.

I went to the supermarket on the way home, I got some frozen food for dinner, and grabbed a bottle of wine.

I went home, watched some telly, had my dinner, and got into the wine.

I ended up drinking the whole bottle of wine, and then I went to bed about 2am.

Didn't go to work today.

I woke up, and there was just no way today was going to happen.

I felt awful, I was freezing, and it was a crappy day outside.

I kept thinking, "just another 1/2 hour". "I'll just be a bit late to work".

I finally got out of bed about 11am.

I thought about making some real use of the day, going down to the wholesaler, and buying a couple of new cases (it's the same price as buying spare power supplies, might as well get a free case with it). But I didn't get there.

Some of the reason for that, was that I remembered the machine that I pilfered the power supply out of the other day.

It has memory issues, which I think are caused by the motherboard, because swapping the memory all around (and using known good memory) still results in a truckload of memtest86 errors.

I had the revelation that I could pinch the cpu off the dodgy mobo, and put it on to the mobo I bought to run the 667 cpu (that turned out to be dead), and it would all be sweet.

When I checked the possibility of doing this.. d'oh, the machine with the dodgy mobo has a slot1 cpu, and the mobo I bought is a socket 670 or whatever it is. No dice.

I bummed around for a while.

I went to the mike mechanic, and I bought some oil and a stupid plastic tag thing to put my rego sticker in.

My card didn't work in their reader, neither did my other card, or the mechanic's card.

He rebooted the card processing machine, and swiped my dodgy card again, still no good, so he typed it in.

This card is getting really annoying now. They charged me $10 for a replacement card, it took them a week, it had a new number on it, and it only lasted a month before being stuffed again.

I think I need to find a new bank.

Anyway, I bought my oil, and I came home again.

I worked out how I was going to drain the oil.. with great difficulty, without spilling it everywhere, because nothing will fit under the bike to drain it into.

I went out again, and went to some cheap auto parts place, and bought a drain tray for $7. I didn't have enough cash (only $5) so I had to use my bastard card again. a whole bunch of swiping later, it worked.

I came home, I drained the oil, it wasn't terribly difficult, things just worked for once, the sump plug wasn't done up impossibly tight, and the drain tray fitted without issue.

I drained all the oil, a bit less than 2L of really gunky looking oil came out. I haven't changed my oil for about 20000km.

I put the new oil in, 2.6L like you're supposed to, when you just do a "periodic oil change". I couldn't see the level, but I guess it's right, based on the amount I poured in.

I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning all the muck off my bike.

I put the rego sticker in the holder, and screwed it on.

I didn't notice any loose bolts this time, a good sign.

I went to find the drill to have a go a drilling the exhaust out again, but I couldn't find it, so I just picked up all the tools, and tidied up where I was working.

I went up to dinner, made it for once.

I went back to my mate's place after that. His automatic garage door opener wouldn't activate, and neither would the next door neighbours. I suspected there was something causing interference in the frequency range that the openers were operating on, and it was causing the remotes to be ignored.

He had a machine there that he was having issues with, I found a bios update for it, and applied it, no issues.

I was about to install windows, when I decided to check the partitioning of the disk first.

Somehow my mate had managed to create an extended partition with a logicial partition on it first, and then a primary partition after it. Hmm. I deleted all that, and started again.

I made up a boot disk, and started the win2000 install. It went through the first bit, and then had to reboot, but it wouldn't boot off the hard drive, something about "failure booting from previous device".

I thought perhaps the cd was stuffed, so I installed it again, from a different cd. Still no luck.

I thought perhaps the fact that the primary partition went past the 1024 cylinder on the disk was causing it to not boot.

I repartitioned the disk with a primary partition that ended before 1024 cylinders, and tried again, still no good.

Hmm, perhaps it's still not liking such a big partition, because I put it just inside the 1024 cylinder boundary.

As I was in partition magic, about to resize the partition, smaller again, I realised my error. When I deleted the back to front extended partition and primary partition, and recreated them, I didn't set an active partiton. D'oh!

I set an active partition, rebooted, and windows install booted from the hard drive. What a miracle.

I spent a little while puching some drivers on, and a copy of avast from my usb memory thing.

There were no video drivers for the video card strangely (considering it's some ancient card), so I left my mate to sort that out.

I left his place about 10.30pm, and got home just in time to go to bed.

Same as yesterday, got up, went to work, worked all day, came home.

watched tv, went to bed.

I got up, went to work.

Worked all day, except for a bit of time I spent putting Jazzed Dailymail on my tivo, it's pretty cool.

I couldn't get it to run from cron though.

I went for lunch for once. I mailed out a tivo serial cable I should have sent about a week ago.

I left work about 6pm, a bit earlier than usual.

My headlight adjustment was good, it wasn't bouncing all around, or far too low.

I went to the supermarket, got some dinner, and went home.

There was a letter for me, another payslip for my work. Still got the wrong payrate on it. I'll have to ring them up again.

The temping agency called me on Friday, to let me know the pay would be a day late this week because of the public holiday, and I gave them my email address, but they never sent me anything.

It's just been one thing after another. First it took me about 8 weeks to get paid for the first bit of work I did, then the pay rate was wrong, then they charged over time, and they send the invoice for my work to the wrong person. I've spoken to them several times, and my pay rate is still wrong. Argh.

Apparently a computer had been dropped off. I went and looked, the pc that belongs to the guy at the college. Oh well, no one rang me or spoke to me, so it can just sit there until someone wants to tell me what I'm supposed to be doing with it.

I put my dinner in the oven, and watched some tv.

I noticed the tivo trying to change channels on the sat decoder, but it didn't change, it just flashed. Hmm, the card server must have gone wobbly again.

I checked it. It's off. Hmm. The board is very warm too.

I tried booting the machine back up, it booted, ran for a couple of seconds, and went off again.

Ah, last time this happened, was because the fan was not spinning in the power supply.

Looks like the same problem again.

I forced the fan around a bit, it was really tight. I tried booting the machine up again, still no good.

I ripped the cover off the power supply, hmm, looks pretty toasty in here, the board is all discoloured. I don't like my chances.

I unscrewed the fan, poured some oil in it, and got it turning again. it needed a ton of oil.

I put it back in, screwed it all back together. I plugged it back in.

Dad came in, yes, I'm aware the machine is down, the power supply is stuffed.

I tried booting it. It came up, it ran for about 15 seconds, and then went off again. Ok, PSU is toast. I need another one.

I tried another one I had hanging around, it did the same thing.

I tried another, it was dead.

I pulled out one machine, it had a proprietry connector on the PSU. D'oh. I pulled another machine out, aha, an atx power supply. I grabbed it out of the machine.

Dad went back inside.

I plugged the power supply in, tried to boot it, it's dead.

Argh!

aha, one more machine I'm not using here. I pilfered the PSU out of it, plugged it in, and booted it up. Woohoo, back up and running.

I now have a stack of 5 dead PSUs (there would be 6, but I ratted one yesterday for the tin from the cover to fix my bike).

My dinner was now over time in the oven, great, it'll be burnt, nope, it was just right, luckily.

I ate my dinner and finished watching Junkyard Wars.

I put the MotoGP on, I had to fast forward most of it (I don't have 6 1/2 hours to watch it all).

I found how to get Dailymail running out of cron, you have to redirect the output for some reason. I've never seen such nonsense before, but then a lot of the stuff on the tivo is like that, you have to do things that you normally don't have to.

I didn't end up going to bed until about 1am.

I got up about 11am, had a shower, some breakfast, finally left home a bit after midday.

My ears are still ringing.

I headed up to my mates place for the barbeque lunch.

He was in the laundry working on someone's pc.

I went in, and he went through what he was trying to do.

The machine was full of spyware and junk of course, he'd been using an old version of adaware, so it hadn't found any of it.

Some of it I ended up removing manually.

We weren't having a barbeque now. They'd decided to have a "steamboat" or something, a Chinese way of cooking.

We went and had lunch, using a frypan to cook different sorts of meats, and then eating with some sort of sauce.

I was feeling a bit seedy, I'm not sure why, since I only had a couple of drinks last night, it must have been the volume or something. My head is pounding.

After lunch, we finished up working on the machine, cleaning it all up.

I left about 4.30pm, because I have to fix my blinker, the front bulb blew a few days ago.

I decided to take the bulb out, so I could go to the servo on the way home, and get a replacement bulb. Easier said than done.

I tried to undo the broken lens to get at the bulb, but I didn't have the right size screwdriver, because the screw is a bit burred.

I got fed up, and snapped off what was left of the lens (not much) I've got a new one ot put on anyway.

I was then able to get the screw out using pliers.

I tried to get the bulb out, but it was rusted hard into the socket.

No amount of jiggling and force would get it out.

I twisted the bulb around until the glass came away from the baton bit, I don't want glass smashing into my hand.

I looked at the bulb, the element looked fine. I suspect the socket rusted up to the point where there's no conductivity anymore.

I tried forcing the baton out with the pliers, but I couldn't budge it.

I gave up, picked up all the bits, and took the other front bulb out to match.

It took off, and I pulled into the servo down the road. I got fuel, and bought new bulbs, I went home.

On the way home, I went through something weird, there were a few cars pulled over, and some people standing on the side of the road. More people were pulling over.

As I went past, I could see something off the road, it looked like a car wrapped around something.

I kept going, there's nothing I can do that any of the people already stopped can't do, and with the current state of my bike (no blinkers, headlight bouncing around, no rego sticker) I don't really want to be anywhere that a ton of cops are going to turn up.

As I got right near home, just about to turn off the main road, an ambulence went flying past with it's lights and siren all going. I think I know where they're going.

I got home, and I started working on the socket, getting the baton out, it's totally stuffed, rust everywhere.

I could hear about 400 emergency vehicles a short distance away. Whatever I went past, someone must have done a good job.

I had to take the blinker assembly away from the bike to get a good working angle.

I had to force the baton to come out, tearing all pieces of it out in the end, after spraying a ton of WD40 on it.

I cleaned it out, and tried to put the new bulb in, but it wouldn't fit. The bottom part of the holder is supposed to spring, but it's rock solid rusted.

I forced it out with a screwdriver, and sprayed more WD40 in it, I managed to clean a fair bit of the rust out, but it's still not great.

While trying to get the old bulb out, one of the wires came off the socket, I mucked around, and held the wire against the bulb, it was now working.

Because the lens got a hole in it, water got in, and just totally rusted every piece of metal in here.

Because I had the blinker off, I was able to bend back the bit it attaches to, back to straight. It just popped back to place. I decided to fix the other side.

I went around, and took the other blinker off.

The bit it attaches to, that was all bent, was only hanging on by a thread. As I tried to bend it back, it tore off altogether, just like the back one (which still has electrical tape and a bolt holding it on).

D'oh. I went and got the hammer, to see if I could hammer it back it. It wasn't having a bar of it.

Ok, time to do this properly. I have to make up another bit out of tin like my mate and I did for the back ages ago.

I went and found a busted power supply, and the tin snips. I took the cover off, and cut a strip off. I started rolling it up, but it really wasn't working.

I picked up all the tools I needed, and the torch, and I went up to the shed, where there's a vice.

I rolled up a piece of the tin, it should work really well.. Oops, except for the fact it's so tight I won't get the wires through the middle of it.

I tried to unroll it again, gave up, and made a new one, this time with a screwdriver in the middle.

Brilliant, should fit, and room for the wires. I went back down, and tried to fit it in the rod on the bike. No such luck.

I tried carefully adjusting the shape to fit, but it just wasn't going anywhere.

I got annoyed, and I tried to use the claw of the hammer to open up the rod on the bike a bit, but this just managed to cut through one of the wires to the blinker. D'oh.

I then got more annoyed, and managed to break half the claw of the hammer off.

I ripped the other wire off, put the new tin bit in the hole, and just belted the crap out if it. It went in, and it was tight.

I went and found some new wires, replaced it, threaded it through.

I put the blinker back on, wired it all up, and tried to test it.

It doesn't work, only the other side will flash.

While mucking around with the wires, I managed to short circuit the signal to ground, and then I had no blinkers at all. Terrific.

I pulled the blinker off again to check. When I had pushed it back on, the new tin bit, because it's so tight, had pushed the gaffa tape I'd used to insulate the solder joints up, and shorted out. I fixed that, and put it back on again.

Perhaps there's a fuse. I pulled the side off the bike, pulled the fused box out, yep.. a blown 10 amp fuse, oh, and there's a spare! I put the spare in, tested it, woohoo, all bilnkers working.

I soldered the wire back on the other side blinker, and put it all back together.

Now I just had to fix the headlight, and stop it from bouncing around.

I'd put some foil in the case, between the reflector, and the housing, but it had squashed down. The light gauge wire I had used to hold it was all stretched, and only loosly bent now too.

I got the foil out, wrapped a ton of gaffa tape around it, and jammed it back it.

I found some much heavier wire in the garage, and I bent that to hold the reflector against the housing. Rock solid.

I adjusted it back up a bit too, since it's too far down, and I can;t see far enough in front on the freeway.

I put it back together, put all the rest of the bike back together (side cover etc), picked up all the tools, and went inside.

That only took me several hours to do.

I had dinner about 10pm, while I watched more Junkyard Wars.

Hmm, why do I have no room left on the tivo? I deleted a bunch of stuff recently. Ah.. it's recorded the MotoGP, 6 1/2 hours at best quality, 10.5GB worth. I don't have time to watch that now, hopefully it will last a couple of days, and I'll get a chance to watch it.

I went to bed a bit after 11pm.

Got up fairly early for a Sunday, about 10.30am.

Watched some tv, did the washing, tidied up a bit.

I sat and watched tv for most of the afternoon, there's a Junkyard Wars marathon on.

I had a shower, got ready, and left about 6pm.

I thought about going to get a steak, and I went through the carpark of the shopping centre near the steakhouses, but at that point I couldn't be bothered, and I didn't think I had time anyway, it was now about 6.25pm.

I went to Hungry Jacks, got some greasy stuff, and then kept going.

I went towards my mate's place, but I couldn't remember where his house was. I haven't been up here since we went to see some other band (The Animals?) like last year.

I was sure I had gone too far, so I pulled over, and called him.

I had gone too far, he told me where his place was.

I headed back, and found it without too much issue.

I got there about 6.40pm.

Just as I got there, a guy I went to school with I haven't seen for ages turned up, just the three of us were going up.

We went in to his house, had a beer, and watched the tv for a couple of minutes, then my mate's dad drove us up the road to the club.

We went in, I went to the atm and grabbed some cash, paid my mate for the ticket he'd got earlier in the week.

We grabbed a drink, and went to hang around near the pokies for a minute.

It was now a little bit after 8pm, the opening band would be on at this point.

We went in about 8.20pm, and they hadn't even come out yet.

We stood around, through the first opening band, "Peabody". They were fairly mediocre, it sounded like they played the same song about 10 times.

They went off, and Spiderbait came on, a bit after 9pm.

They were pretty good, they did "Calypso", which I wanted to hear, and of course they did Black Betty.

They went off, and the Hoodoo Gurus came on, about 10.25pm.

Every song went off really well, I was really impressed.

They did 1000 Miles, which I wanted to hear, but didn't expect them to do.

They did all the really good hits of course, like Wipeout, Miss Freelove, Come Anytime, Waking Up Tired.

They finished up after midnight.

I went up and bought a tshirt, for once a band that had some shirts with good designs on them.

The club had closed at this point, and we were all herded outside.

I was dying for some water, it had been pretty hot in there.

We lined up for the bus to take us back to my mate's place.

He'd bumped into someone from work in there, and her Mum was coming to pick her up. When her Mum turned up, my mate went across to see if we could get a lift, I didn't expect her to give us a lift, but she did.

We jumped in the car, and went back to my mates place.

As we walked into his house, we realised it must have been pretty loud, all our ears were ringing.

When we got inside, we had a chat for a few minutes, and my mate lent me one of his The Who DVDs.

I rode home, got home about 2am, and went to bed.

I got woken up by the phone ringing about 12.40pm.

I ignored it, I'm not getting out of the warm bed to answer the phone.

The mobile rang. I ignored it.

It rang again, someone had left a message.

I answered it. I listened to the message.

I got out of bed a few minutes later.

I went and fed the animals breakfast.

I got some breakfast, and watched a bit of tv.

I did some more tivo archiving, I'm running out of space again.

I ate the rest of the cake.

I fell back asleep while listening to the boring radio station again, and didn't wake up again until 8.45am again.

I was about to leave, about 9.20am, when I realised there was someone in my parents house, I vaguely recalled something in an email about someone coming to feed the animals in the morning today or something.

There was some woman I've never met before, and a woman from the college in there.

My Amazon order that shipped a few days ago was waiting on the doorstep, groovy.

They had been there for a few minutes, and had fed the cat breakfast, one of the tins of food it's supposed to have for dinner. oh well.

They fed the rabbit, I gave the woman back her pc that had been dropped off for me to install the network card in, and I said I had to leave, because I was an hour and a half late.

I chucked my amazon box in my bag, and I took off.

I went to the service station to get fuel, because I got home on reserve last night.

I filled up, and then I was just about to go to the air thing to check my tyre pressure, when someone comes and parks in front of it. Great.

I assume they are checking their tyres. 5 minutes later, I realise the guy isn't even there.

I went to another nearby service station, and their crappy old air thing didn't even fit inside my wheel to get on the valve.

I gave up, and went to work.

I got my coffee on the way in, and when I got in there, there was no one there.

Apparently they were in for one of the morning teas.

The phone rang just after I got there, the project manager, he'd be coming in a bit later, and we scheduled a meeting.

I went in to the morning tea, grabbed a couple of bits of the food that was left (there was for too much healthy stuff, like fruit), and went back to start working.

I few minutes later, someone from the morning tea came out, and dumped a big plate of food in the area that I'm working in, because they'd had lots left. Cool.

I got to work, went up to the meeting about 12.30, that finished up about 1.30pm, and I went back to work.

The place cleared out pretty early, but surprisingly, there were more people there after 6pm than usual.

I left about 6.45pm, got some frozen junk at the supermarket.

I decided to do a bit better than usual, I bought myself a cake as well.

I was just about to come home, when I decided to get some more alcohol, I went into the bottle shop, and I decided to get a bottle of wine for a change.

I came home, fed the animals, fed myself.

Ate about 2/3 of the cake, and drank about the same of the bottle of wine.

Watched some tv, went to bed about 12.30am.

I went to work.

I worked all day.

I went out for lunch with my mate who's at DMR, and a couple of the IT services guys, we went to the Thai place around the corner I usually go and grab something from.

I left about 6.45pm.

I got home, and fed my parent's animals, because they've gone away somewhere.

I had some dinner, and went to bed.

Went to work (on time today).

Worked all day.

About 6pm, the guy I did some plastering work for a while ago called me, he wanted to know if I was at home, so he could get his DVD back that he lent me ages ago, because apparently he had some mates that wanted to watch it.

I said that I was still at work, but that dad would probably be able to get it for him.

I called home, and got dad to get the dvd for him.

I went to see them when I got home, apparently they're going somewhere for the next few days, so I have to feed all the animals.

I dragged in the pc that turned up, and I put the network card in it.

I got sick of the crappy radio station yesterday, so I changed it to a news only station.

This morning, while lying in bed listening to the boring news station, I fell asleep again.

I didn't wake up until 8.45am, got to work about 10.30am.

Worked all day.

I went into a meeting with the project manager at about 2pm.

About 3pm, someone sent me an sms, but my phone was full. I forgot about it until later.

When the meeting finished about 4pm, I went and got some lunch.

I kept working.

About 6.10pm, I remembered the sms on my phone. I cleared one out, and the new one came in.

It was from my mate, apparently he's going to dinner at 6pm tonight. Hmm, somehow I don't think I'll be able to get ready to leave, leave, travel about 100km, and arrive 10 minutes ago.

I kept working, I left work about 6.45pm.

I went to the supermarket and got some food, and came home. I got home a bit after 8pm.

I noticed the pc that was supposed to turn up on the weekend had showed up, I forgot about it again.

Here we are, a week behind on blogs again.

I went to work, worked, came home again.

Didn't get out for lunch today, so I stopped in at kfc on the way home, about 7pm.

I don't remember anything the slightest bit remarkable happening today.

Things I haven't done today, that I probably should:

Install network card in pc,
organise getting a new front tyre,
getting/replacing oil in my bike,
washing shirts (I wore tshirts all week).

I told my mate I might go up and see him tonight.

I think I need to get organised.

Got up, got ready, left a bit later this morning.

I got to work without any issue this morning.

I worked all day, continuing on the php stuff I started on yesterday.

The people from the college called me, and asked about getting the internet set up on one of their pcs. "Yeah, it is", "oh yeah, look at that!".

They wanted to get me back to do some work, and said that I might be able to schedule a half a day for them or something. They said they would get back to me.

I went out for lunch, about 3pm, and figured that I would have been better off getting the train, and buying myself a laptop, and working on the train, instead of wasting hours on the road (sometimes literally) every day.

The guy who owns the college called me, wanting to get the network card installed in his pc, I told him I got the card last week, and he said he would drop the machine off tomorrow morning.

I left about 6.30pm, everyone else had left the place.

The fix job with the foil was a waste of time, and the light was back flicking up and down again.

I spent half the trip hunched over with one hand on the light to stop it flickering.

I went to the supermarket on the way home, got some food, and came home.

I had dinner.

I got an sms from my mate, he wanted to know about getting the hoodoo guru tickets sorted out, I tried calling him, no answer, left a message.

My mate called me to ask if I'd got his email, yes, and I replied to it earlier.

He wanted to know about an email someone had sent him. I tried to login to the mail server, but I couldn't get to it, or any of the other servers. Hmm. Perhaps there is a problem.

I tired dialling in, got on, but then couldn't get to anything either.

I called up the colo guy, he didn't answer, I left a message, and said that if I didn't hear from him, I'd go in in about 1/2 hour.

I went back to watching tv.

he called me back about 15 minutes later, we chatted for a bit, worked out there was a problem, and he went in to fix it.

I watched more tv.

He called me back again about 1/2 hour later, and apparently after fiddling around for a bit, he'd found that the fibre (or is it fiber?) transceiver had gone wobbly, and after switching the ethernet port to crossover and back, and it was working again.

While I was on the phone, my landline rang, I ignored it.

I got off the phone, and was about to call back my mate, assuming it was him that rang me, but just as I was dialling, my message service rang my mobile.

It was a message from my mate who broke his wrist (and lost his Mum recently), he was going to be close by, and he'd picked up his car, he had a bit of time to fill in before his brother arrived on the train.

I called him back, and he said he'd be by soon.

I watched a bit more tv, and he turned up a short while later.

I had a look at his car, we smelled a bit oil burning, he'd pushed it a bit on the freeway, and it hadn't been too happy about it. He's got a spare engine, so we might have to swap it out.

We had a look at the train time table, and the train would be getting in in about 20 minutes.

He also thinks he has no fuel, so I grabbed the fuel can out of the shed.

We went for a drive, went down to the service station, and got fuel.

We looked at the engine, noticed a bit of oil sprayed around, and it wouldn't idle properly, but I couldn't see where the oil was coming from, wherever it was, it wasn't coming out anymore.

We went around to the train station, and picked up my mate's brother.

We planned on getting some food, it was about 10 to midnight.

We went to Hungry Jacks, but they were shut, and by the time we got to McDonalds, they were shut too.

We were headed back near my place, when we smelled oil burning really bad, and thought there might be a fire.

We pulled over, popped the bonnet, but there was nothing, just oil burning off something.

We went back to the service station, and got oil, my mate checked the oil level, it was really low, so he topped it up, and then we went back to my place.

I grabbed my torch, and showed him the damage all over my bike, after the last couple of weeks.

I took the headlight off again, I have to find a better fix, more foil, and gaffa tape will do.

My mate and his brother stayed and chatting until about 1.45am, and then they left, to head up to Newcastle.

I went to bed.

Tried calling the radio station again, the phone said "the feature you are trying to activate is not available on this service". Whatever.

I got ready, and left.

I threw the replacement lens in my bag to put on at some point today.

It was raining this morning, I thought that I would probably be better off getting the train, since it's going to take me about 2 hours to get there otherwise. Nah, I'll be right.

I haven't got enough fuel to get the whole way, but I'll get there on reserve, I can't be bothered getting fuel before I go.

I got round the corner, and near where I had my accident last week.

As I waiting for the lights to change, I noticed the Jesusmobile again, "Jesus is my life", and "Trust in the Lord", along with the fish sticker.

I got on the freeway, headed down, no worries, execpt that I ran out of fuel as I expected, and switched to reserve.

I started heading down the highway.

The road was really greasy this morning, I could see the rainbows of the oil all over the road everywhere.

I got about a third of the way there, in the outside lane, that wasn't too greasy, then I moved into the middle lane as I got towards the service station, so I could then get across to the inside lane easily.

About halfway between getting in the middle lane, and getting to the service station, for no reason, the front wheel just slipped straight out.

I went straight down on the road again, and as Murphy's law would have it, on the opposite side to last time.

I didn't even care. I'm indifferent to this now.

I stood up, picked my bike up, put the stand down, climbed back on it, pulled it up, stand up, started it, and kept going.

The handlebars were crooked again.

I got into the inside lane, and then pulled into the service station.

I parked up, and had a look.

The first thing I noticed was that the tank had hit the road this time, a huge dent in the side, and the decal and the paint are all scratched off. Terrific.

The front wheel guard is more scratched, and the left blinker lens is stuffed now. the footpeg was jammed up, so I kicked that back, the saddle bag is all scarred, and the stupid plastic thing with the rego tag (the expired one) is all smashed, and threatening to fall off.

Luckily I haven't got around to putting the new rego sticker on yet.

I locked the steering, and popped the handlebars back where they belong.

I've hit my other knee on the ground, and torn the other knee of the pants now.

I moved over the the pumps once there was an empty one, and filled up, went in paid, came back, and kept going.

I think there is something seriously wrong with my front tyre.

I got to work at about 9.50am. I might as well have got the train today.

I went up and saw the project manager, he owed me a coffee.

I wasn't going to say anything, but I was so angry, I had to explain, or he would have been wondering what my problem was.

I got my coffee, and got to work.

I was at work until about 7pm.

When I started my bike, I noticed there was something wrong with the headlight, and it was bouncing up and down, very annoyingly.

I stuck some gaffa tape on it, which stopped it from bouncing a bit, until I got on the freeway.

All the way home on the freeway, I was thinking what a complete waste of time this is, and now money, it's going to cost me a bunch to fix this all up.

I got a frozen pizza on the way home.

I got home after 8pm.

Just as I came in the door, the phone that was ringing stopped.

Oh yeah, I was supposed to go up to my mate's place for dinner.

I called him up and said that I wasn't coming up there etc.

I had dinner, and then went down to try to fix the headlight.

I unscrewed it, and found some piece of wire, like a spring, just floating around inside.

I couldn't work out where it was from.

I noticed that a piece of metal that acts as a pivot for the light (and part of the adjustment) was broken off.

I brought the assembly inside, and jammed a bunch of foil in to see if it would hold the light.

I put it back on the bike.

I went to bed about midnight.

Same as usual, got up, went to work.

I worked all day, and left about 6pm.

I went to my mates place, went in and fixed up his pc.

It had welchia virus on it. I installed avast, and rebooted, but the scan went through and found nothing.

I managed to dialup, and download the updates before the machine became unusably slow, rebooted, and then it was found.

The machine was a fair bit better after that.

I put kerio personal firewall on to stop the nonsense (bloody net send messages popping up) and found that there was a process "atiphexx" running, pumping data out.

Strange. I googled around, and found it's "gaobot" or something, I had to remove it manually.

When I tried to get information on the virus, ie kept saying the pages was unavailable, then I noticed it was trying to connect to 127.0.0.1. aha.. I opened up the hosts file, yep, a stack of antivirus websites listed in here to stop you from visiting them.

I don't know why avast didn't find it, but anyway, the machine is clean, firewalled, and should be right now.

I went and got some dinner, came home, had dinner, did a bit more tivo archiving, and went to bed.

I tried to call into the radio station again, still no good.

I got up, got ready, and left.

I got to work, worked all day.

I got a call that my mate was going to dinner at 6.15pm.

Somehow I don't think I'll get there in time, I didn't leave until about 5.35pm.

The main fuel ran out on the freeway, so I put it on reserve, got to the service station, and filled up.

I got to the club about 6.45, thinking they would have already eaten, but they hadn't even gone in yet, they had to wait for a table, and I got there a couple of minutes before the table was available.

I went back to my mate's place after that, he gave me a video he wants me to put on VCD for his Chinese relatives.

I sat around for a while, and came home, and went to bed.