I will tel you something for free - I don’t understand dogs at all. We know that they have a pecking order, but I can’t work out what it is with our dogs. Get this: if they have a bowl of dogfood (sometimes they get a bone for dinner), Simba routinely waits for Chaz to finish eating and then has what’s left, which is usually “not very much” and certainly not any of the good stuff. Yesterday, Simba caught a grasshopper, and Chaz just took it off him. When they wrestle, Simba is always the dog on the bottom. Sounds like Chaz is the top dog, right?

Except in two circumstances. If Simba doesn’t want Chaz to sleep in the main doghouse, Chaz can’t and won’t. He won’t be let it, so gives up and goes to the other doghouse. If they get a bone for dinner instead of a bowl of dogfood, Chaz can’t come within 10 metres of Simba or he growls menacingly and bares his teeth at him.

It’s wierd, and I don’t understand it.

Yesterday they got these great big fat chicken drumsticks that they fought over the dregs of until I got up and threw the dregs away at 11pm. They both had the most pathetic little piece of chicken bone left and they were guarding it for all they were worth, with the growling, barking and so on. The drumsticks were a bargain, so they’re for dinner again tonight - there won’t be dregs left at 11pm tonight. They’ll already be in the bin, I guarantee it.

So, I’m house-sitting at the moment, which is ok, but I had a really bad night’s sleep on Tuesday. I’ve been paranoid about the builders working on the house - up until yesterday, they hadn’t shown up since well before M&D left. I was worried on their behalf that the builders had just decided not to show up and would leave M&D with a half-complete renovation. That was not the case, happily, and they rocked up yesterday morning. But I figure that was only part of the problem with the bad sleeping - there was too much light coming in. So I moved into the spare room last night, and had a equally average night, this time on account of a loud airconditioner (poor me, I can just feel the non-airconditioned folks rolling their eyes as they read this) and a less-comfortable mattress.

But I’m waffling. Everyone get back to work. This entry’s over.

I got my gifts - I was so excited just to see the box:

Inside was a plethora of gifts:

you might be able to see the t-shirt, model car, a card, keychain and dvd in my crappy pic, but here’s some better ones:

The shirt:

I can’t wait to wear that everywhere :mamoru:

The car:

It’s a remote control, scale model of a WRX. It looks awesome, can’t wait to build it.
The keychain:

It’s a bear gettin sucked off by a vacuum cleaner. Apparently, his name is J. Edgar. :rofl:

The DVD:

Little Big League on DVD. :coold: I’ve always wondered what the deal is with baseball.

And this card:


which says
“Can you hear the millions and millions …”
“Wishing you a Rock-Solid Merry Christmas!!!”
“Dear Dean, hugs and kisses, Santamaclaus. PS. GWB= teh anti-Christ”

Is GWB = George W Bush? That was kinda obscure
Thanks GoodKnight :bowdown: :bowdown: :love: :bowdown:

So, back at work, as I’m sure a lot of us are, and updating my blog, which a lot of us probably aren’t.

Happy new year to everyone. It’s been a great couple of weks off - Godfrey took us to a gay beach, Glara bbqed, Bryce bbqed, I got a haircut, the guys ate steak until they were sick, we gambled, etc.

There are significant things to do today though. I need to chase up people who owe work money, that’s a start. I need a new version of our demo CD released ASAP to ship away and be taken care of before March. I need to catch up on my personal financial spreadsheet. I need to collect my Secret Santa present from the Post Office - if it’s work friendly I’ll probably post pictures of it later today.

And perhaps, most importantly, I need to put the kettle on.

The “Next Big Thing” that people need to be aware of is the Australia Day bbq at Minnippi Parklands. Wednesday January 26th is the date, and one that will be on the chuckler.org calendar as seconds after you read this. People last year will remember with fondness what an awesome day it was - and this year is going to be bigger and better, if such a thing is possible. What makes the day completely kick-ass? Your company, dear reader, so get your act into gear and organize to come along.

Regretably, some birthdays missed shoutouts on the blog. Rob Buemmer - happy birthday mate. Hope you had a great one. Bryce Winter - birthday wishes IRL, for sure, but here’s your shoutout: HB mate.

Back to work now - peace out.