Thursday, March 25, 2010

Thunderbird

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IRONMAN

Sorry everyone for not posting this week - have been realy busy. Thanks to Paul for taking over :)

I am off again. Going up to Port Macquarie to compete in my second Ironman. 3.8 km swim, 180.2 km bike and 42.2 km run. If you want to follow my progress head to the website http://www.ironmanoz.com/ironmanoz/race-day-coverage.htm throughout the day on Sunday to see where I am at. It will take me about 13-14 hours so check anytime between 7 am and 9 pm

On a different note, on Saturday I will be firing the starters gun for the 5 km fun run as the 'celebrity starter'. lol

See you on the flip side.

Jeremy

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Bye-bye Tweety 1990-2010

My pet bird died today. Tweety was a rainbow lorikeet that my uncle gave us on Easter 1990 after we had played with him a few times at their house. We came home late at night from either my cousins’ place or the Easter Mass and found his cage at our door step. I was four and my sister was three, and we named him Tweety after the cartoon character.




Tweety had an emerald green coat, a fire-y red collar, and a green and yellow bum. He had a blue head and chest, an orange beak and bright red/orange eyes that would light up whenever he was excited. He was very affectionate and fiercely protective – he would rank us in order of preference and bark and nip if anyone tried to get between him and his favourite. He liked me the most when we were growing up, and then my sister when we became older. He liked to play with hair and would nest on the top of your head. He used to scratch and tug at the locks with his feet and rub your hair with his bum. He liked to sing and dance on his perch, bobbing his head and playing a call-and-response game with you. The enthusiastic whistles he would sing are etched in everyone’s memories. He liked to have his neck scratched and to lick and nibble your hands – he used to purr and make a ‘shush’ noise whenever you would play with him like this. And sometimes he would cock his head back and forth then dribble a bit of milky liquid on your hand.

Even though he never learned to talk, Tweety was very good at copying noises – he learned to bark from listening to the neighbour’s dog Snowy and to chirp like the sparrows outside. And when we would make burping noises he would copy us, whenever we sneezed he would sneeze back at us, and when we would make kissing noises and he would make them back to us and we would know that it was love because he would do them without us prompting him. Sometimes we would be in the other room and we would hear him laughing, which made us laugh, which made him laugh even more. In later years he would beep in response to the car alarm being set because he knew that we were home. Whenever we got home and he heard the front gate open, he would call out excitedly. When we woke up in the mornings, he would get angry and impatient if we didn’t come to say ‘hello’ to him. Some mornings I would wake up and hear Tweety calling for me, as if he knew that I had just woken up. At night he would listen to our footsteps and purr so we would stick our hands under his cover.

Tweety liked to sleep underneath his newspaper lining and he liked to play inside boxes. At one point, we were looking after my cousin's bird as well, and he would make delicate little strips of newspaper like a shredder, and for a little while Tweety would tear his newspaper into inch-wide strips. Around about the time when we were living in our Regents Park flat in 1993, he crawled inside an old pair of pants that we were using as a rug and scratched around, singing and dancing and playing. When my sister would sleep in on weekends and my mum told me to wake her up, I would bring Tweety into her room and let him climb onto her face and play with her hair. I remember when I would pull a blanket or doona over my head and Tweety would have lots of fun scrambling around. I remember when he used to climb up the inside of my shirt and nuzzle against my chest. I remember the first time my dad took him out of his cage to play with us properly – we were watching cartoons on a Saturday morning, drinking microwaved Milo and eating Nutella sandwiches. We were so surprised that he was allowed out and my sister was a little bit scared of him. She started crying when he climbed onto her mug and started drinking her Milo and my folks had to make her a new one. Tweety ate honey and bread, which he used to dunk in his water and suck the juice out of. We also used to give him fruit and vegetables and blades of grass, but he loved to eat whatever we were having so we had to give him rice and noodles and chips, and anything else we were eating while he was out of his cage – orange juice, Milo, corn, milk and cereal (which made his poo a bit funny), ice cream, and even chicken until I decided that cannibalism was a poor lifestyle choice. I remember that we would have to let the chips cool before we fed them to him because we were concerned that he would burn his mouth, even though his tongue was built for sucking up sweet liquids. And I remember when my cousin told me that the syrup from orchids was edible, and when he would lick the syrup from my mum’s pot plants. I remember when he would be afraid of bottle brushes and other flowers that the rainbow lorikeets in Regents Park next to the library would eat because he didn’t recognise what they were and he was afraid of them.

Tweety always loved to play with water, and it was always so endearing when he did. He would make these gurgling sounds whenever he heard water, and he would splash/flick his water when he wanted a bath. When he was having a bath, he would make a noise that told you he was having the most fun ever, and he would flap his wings and jump in because he absolutely loved it. There were days when he would ask for a bath and you would have to refuse because he had just had a bath or it was too cold. And then when he was done he would shake himself and sprinkle you with water, then he would ask you to scratch his neck and he would rub up against your finger and close his eyes and open his beak. And sometimes when he would finish bathing he would escape from the laundry and find you, or crawl under the washing machine and scratch around on the tiles.

We were never able to take a photo of Tweety that captured his true essence because he would always try to attack the camera if he saw one. He never liked to pose - if my parents tried to take his photo with us, he would hide behind us or in our clothes. If he was doing something funny and we left him alone to get a camera, he would become unhappy because we weren't with him or he would get irritated because he thought we weren't paying enough attention to him. When my sister started to get into photography and tried to take a picture of him, he would rush up to her and tickle her neck so she couldn't get a good angle.

I remember when we were little and he chased us into a room and we didn’t want him to play with us (probably because we had food that we didn’t want to share with him) and I closed the sliding door behind me and his head was trapped and he kept calling out to us to play with him. I remember another time when I tried to prove that my swiss army knife was blunt by running it along his neck, and then when Pam told me off, I ran it along my hand and I bled. I always worry that I hurt him and that I cut him, even though there was no blood and parrots are supposed to have tough skin and he still loved me. I remember when he got older and a bubble appeared in his neck and we weren’t sure what it was and I was really worried but nothing happened and he was still the same old Tweety. I remember when we would get excited because he would give us one of his black and gold and green feathers from his tail or even one of the little gold and green feathers from his bum after scratching himself with his beak.

I remember that he would sometimes get nervous if there was a noise outside and he would chirp and there was nothing you could do to calm him down. And when he was nervous and he would climb on your finger, and you weren’t sure what he was doing so you were afraid he would bite. When you would leave the room and he would cry because he was lonely and he wanted you to come back. I remember how he used to fluff himself up when he was happy, and make himself small and shiver when he was sad. How sometimes he would tuck his head under his wing so it looked like he had no head.

I remember when we gave him a little plastic ball to play with and he would kick it around and play soccer. I remember when we would let him out of the cage and he would nibble on my eyebrows and glasses. I remember when we were little and we thought that all birds ate bird seed, but then when we put some in his cage, he would hardly touch them and he would just scatter the sunflower seeds across the room. Because he didn't like sunflower seeds, that was the reason that we decided to plant sunflowers in our front yard this one time. They were so tall, and I remember standing on a chair to look at them, and gazing at the blue sky and watching the floaties dance across my eyes.

Tweety used to be able to figure out how to open his cage door by himself, and my father always had to work on newer and more difficult ways to keep his door closed. There were a number of times when me and my sister would get home from school and we would find Tweety sitting at the front door waiting for us to arrive and play with him.

I remember when we used to keep him outside of our house in about 1993 and someone stole him and tried to sell him at Lidcombe station and my cousin saw him and stayed with him and got him back for us. I love the extra years that we got to spend with him because he was so lovable and one of a kind that my cousins recognised him and saved him for us. I shudder to wonder what kind of life he would have lived without us – as happy-go-lucky as he is, the sentimental side of me can only believe that he would have only been happy with us. I know that our lives would not have been the same without him. Even though I think we could have treated him better, I can’t help but think that he loved us so much that any other life would not have been worthy of him.

I remember that we tried to give him a full life by picking him up and lobbing him to make sure that he knew how to fly, but he would never fly as much as he tried his best. And then when we were convinced that he had forgotten how to fly, we decided that it would be nice if he could play outside in the lawn and clover but then he flew across the road to Nancy’s place and was sitting on the roof and we were trying to convince him to come down and then he eventually flew down to me. And then how happy we were because we got to spend those extra years with him and because he was so delighted that everyone was paying him so much attention...

I remember that when my nephew Cooper was born we bought him a puppet rainbow lorikeet to make sure that he would get to know Tweety as well as we had and because we were convinced that Tweety would show him as much love as he had shown us. And when Cooper did get to see him, how happy the two of them were because we thought that Tweety would get to relive his “Wonder Years”, so to speak.

I remember that my cousin once told me that parrots could live for 50 years and that we had a friend for life in Tweety. I remember reading once that dogs could recognise their owner’s scent and that if you went on holidays you could send them a tissue that you had rubbed on yourself as a kind of postcard. Given how much Tweety liked to play in our clothes, we tried to see if this would work on him, but he disliked tissues more than he liked our smell and he tore it to shreds. This made it difficult to wipe up after him when he pooed on the couch or the floor or on us. He would also playfully fight with pens and combs, holding one end down with his foot, biting the other with his beak and jumping up and down. For some reason he liked to play on the scales even if his weight didn’t register – if you tapped on it or ran your nail along the uneven surface, he would run over and jump on the scale, running his beak along the top to copy the noise you had just made. Then he would get really over-stimulated and make his happiest noises, but be a bit bitey as well. He would hop about and attack feet – he really didn’t like thongs at all.

It was at times like these that my mum would take charge – she was also the only one that he properly obeyed, because she was the only one who wasn’t afraid of him and was happy to boss him around. My mum used to get really cranky at Tweety for chewing on the furniture and window sills. But whenever they were alone, Tweety was always happy to play with her and she always loved him.

As we got older, we started to spend less time with him because of the time pressures put on us. We studied hard which meant that we didn’t spend as much time with Tweety as we should have because of the over-riding school and uni priorities. I remember that I would watch cartoons with him when I got home, but it seemed like he didn't enjoy it anymore. At some point I decided that we were obliged to play with him and I would always try to make sure that he regularly got out of his cage. After I moved to Canberra, I tried to let him out at least once during the weekends when I came back to visit. My concern is that, as good as the times we had with him were, we didn’t honour our obligation to entertain him. I worry that he deserved better. I worry because my emotions were not sufficient to get this post in on time.

I guess that we had been expecting it to happen for a while now, but I'm still surprised at how much it has affected me. He had been with us for so long that we knew that it would eventually have to end - we just weren't sure when it would happen. I suppose I thought that when it did happen, I would be able to deal with it, knowing that it was his time and that he had given us everything he could. I suppose I always imagined that there would always be something of him that we could remember him by, but now I'm worried that we didn't treat him well enough and that we need to treat him properly now.

The only solace that I have is that a couple of weeks ago, I got to play with him, and despite his old age and weary body, he still managed to surprise me with his enthusiastic playfulness. He rolled on his back and grabbed the pen and fought with it like the vigour and stakes were just the same as 20 years ago. Apparently he would roll on his back and play with the cork in his cage like a naive and enthusiastic child. Furthermore, he hung around until my sister returned from overseas, because his heart was in it. As sentimental and unlikely as it sounds, he was as endearing and heartfelt as his story deserves to be. He made it through the “however number of months required for my sister to return to the country”. He loved us enough to wait until everyone he loved was near him. The last time I saw Tweety on Sunday afternoon, he didn't make a noise and I was afraid to put my hand in the cage, but when I scratched his newspaper, he closed his eyes like it reminded him of the times that we had together. I’ll tidy this post up when the scotch wears off, but Tweety deserves everything he has coming to him. We love him beyond comprehension. He represents 20 bloody years of our life and he represents every bloody bit of it.


Friday, March 19, 2010

Beauty and the Geek Guest Judge

Two of my friends are part of a church group for high school kids. Tonight they had a Beauty and the Geek theme where the lesson was that God loves everyone equally and you should not judge a book by its cover. God loves Beauty's, Geeks, Emo's white people, Asian people and everyone alike. I thought that the message was put across very well.

I was asked to go along and be the celebrity guest judge. I was told there was a running joke around about how every time there is a 'celebrity' judge it is always this one particular youth leader dressed up as someone. So people were shocked to see me there.

The whole night was VERY well organized. I have been to events which have good intentions, but the participants don't get into the swing of it and the games don't seem to work. Well tonight there were about 10 group leaders and 57 kids and they all dressed as either a Beauty or a Geek. For the Geeks there were braces, star trek outfits, me in my anatomy suit (yes! I finally got to wear it somewhere), glasses, pokemon cards, shirts tucked in, 'kick me' signs and a guitar t-shirt that you could actually play. For the Beauty's there were sun glasses, dresses and beauty pageant sashes.

The games were really great too! There was a quiz to determine which Disney Beauty you are, put the periodic table back together game, use newspaper and toilet paper to create an evening gown before a fashion parade (I was a guest judge), best dressed of the night (again I was a judge), and put the body part labels correctly on the person.

It was a totally awesome night and all the kids had a great time. I was a bit embarrassed because they showed the montage used on the morning show after Emma and me won. Plus I had to sign autographs, girls got excited after poking me because they got to touch a celebrity, and two girls asked for my phone number.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Random stuff

A bit of a random post today. Still feeling a bit sick - taking some 'natural' medicine to see how it goes.

I played chess last night and had a good win. Yay! So now I am on 2.5/6 with three games to go against the lower rated people in the tournament. I would be happy with 5.5/9 when my original goal was 6/9. My brother had an awesome win as well, so he is on 3.5/6. But he has some tougher opponents in the last three rounds so hopefully I finish ahead of him ;)

Also, go Samantha Stosur in the tennis! She is through to the quarter finals of the Indian Wells tournament and should break into the top 10 world rankings afterwards. She is also through to the double semi final of the same tournament.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Weekend Plans

This weekend I am heading to Sydney. Saturday I am going to my Aunt and Uncle's 25th wedding anniversary. It should be great fun to catch up with the relatives, many I would not have seen since winning the show. I am going to have to leave the party early because I am then heading over to Kim's 21st birthday. It should also be heaps of fun to catch up with some of the gang again. I know that Paul, Nathan, Corin, Xenogene and Emma will be there as well so that will be awesome! I will probably catch them after dinner for bowling and then hit the bars/clubs.

Sunday I think will be a bit of a rest day. If Emma is not doing anything, I might see if she wants to take me shopping. She promised me in the mansion that she would help me pick out some better clothes and improve my fashion sense. She wants to put me in skinny jeans, but I am not too sure about that...

On Monday, I am also going to visit the high school where Emma's mum is the principle. No doubt she told her student about the show, so I think they will be excited to see us. Should be interesting :)

So I am really looking forward to a great weekend. Send me a message if you are in Sydney and want to know where we will be heading. But being away means that I probably wont get time for any good blog entries.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Survivor

I have not been feeling 100% the last couple of days, so have not really thought much about blogging. So this entry is going to be short: Man I love Survivor!!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Blindfold Chess

The Amber blindfold/rapid chess tournament has just started featuring a number of the top chess players in the world. Although not a proper rated event, the players still want to do well. I am going for the wonder kid Magnus Carlsen, although got off to a horrible start (0/2) he got back on track with (2/2) in the second round.

Blindfold chess is really hard. The players get a blank board, and they use the mouse to click the sqaures where the pieces move to and from. The opponent then sees which piece moved from one square to the next. So you really have to remember on which squares all of the pieces are. I once played both of my brothers where I was blindfolded and they were not. While I lost to my brother who plays chess regularly, I am happy to boast that I actually beat my other brother. :)

Some grandmaster chess players also play simultaneous blondfold chess. So the grandmaster (who is blindfolded) plays like 5 players who can see the board. I have seen grandmasters play 3 people (who are better than me) and beat all 3 players! Now that is awesome!

Sunday, March 14, 2010

More TV Series

Paul came over today and we exchanged TV shows. I gave him back the IT crowd that he lent me, and I also gave him a B&G series and a Survivor series. He lent me B&G 5 which I am really excited about because I have not seen any of this series at all, and it starts off as Beauty vs Geek. Paul also lent me Peep Show and The Mighty Boosh. We watched an episode of The Mighty Boosh at our Gold Coast reunion. It was one of the weirdest things I have ever seen!! So I am not sure whether I will end up watching the full series or not - but as I have always said, I will try anything once. I will give a review of the show when I watch it. Speaking of the Gold Coast, I never finished telling all of the stories of what happened. I will make sure I do that this week.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Fete

So I went to a fete today at my old primary school. I had a few people pointing and whispering "its the guy from Beauty and the Geek". Its really weird but you actually get used to it.

Anyways...I have been to this fete the last few years. They always have a great book stall. I have also found out that if you go at the end of the day, you can buy a plastic bag a fill it up with as many books as you can for $1. This year I bought a couple of Stephen King books, a cook book, a fantasy novel and a few of the Tomorrow When The War Began series. I was actually talking to a friend about this series just last night - coincidence?!?. So I will have a bit of reading to do. Funny thing is though...I have not read my books from last year :)

Friday, March 12, 2010

US Beauty and the Geek Season 4

I have now started watching the 4th series of US Beauty and the Geek. However, I have seen most of this series before already. One thing that is different this time is there is a twist - there is one couple made up of a female Geek and a male Beauty. It was very shocking to the contestants and the mixed up couple quickly became a target for elimination.

There has been a lot of comments on bulletin boards for the Australian series of Beauty and the Geek that we should do a completely switched up season. It is an interesting idea. I think that a lot more females will watch the show (for the hot guys) but I don't think there will be as much sympathy for the Geeky girls. I think that a lot of the viewers for the Beauty and the Geek show love to see the male Geeks grow as people and how awkward it is for them in social situations. I don't whether this would translate for female geeks very well or not. However, I still would love to see it happen, even if the rest of Australia may not appreciate it :)

Well, I think that it would be a really interesting concept to try anyway - but maybe after a few seasons of the Aus version of the show if the ratings start to drop.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Michelle on So You Think You Can Dance

Did anybody check out So You Think You Can Dance tonight? Nacho Pop (a choreographer) is doing a tour with all of the eliminated contestants with McDonald sponsoring it. McDonald's set him a challenge each week. This week he had to teach the Gold Coast Meter Maids how to dance. I swear I saw Beauty and the Geek 3rd place winner Michelle on centre screen. Go Michy!! You will have to teach me some moves next time we catch up ;)

When Don and Izzy got eliminated tonight, they thanked the crew for all of their hard work. I would like to thank everyone who worked on Beauty and the Geek from the sound guys ("Can you hear me sound guys - the lighting guys reckon they are better looking than you. Lets take them out." Sorry - in joke), the lighting guys, camera crew, producers, makeup ladies (Go Kristy!) and everyone. Unless you have been on a reality TV show you don't get to see all the behind the scenes stuff. There is a lot more to it than you realize. The Geeks/Beauties are all actually still friends with some of the crew which is great.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

ANU Masters Round 5

OK - so tonight I had to play the current (i.e. crowned two days ago) ACT Chess champion in the ANU Masters tournament. His name is Andrey Bliznyuk. I have never beaten him in a rated game (I have beaten him before in a lightning game). The last time we played I turned a clear win into a draw into a loss. So I was hoping to do better tonight.

I was black so I was at a disadvantage from the start. My opening was pretty ordinary, but I sacrificed a pawn for a good attack down the queenside where he had castled. I was winning at one point but after a few inaccurate moves I had the opportunity to swap off into an endgame which may have been slightly better for me. But I thought I was still winning and played what I thought was a good move. However, Andrey played a few really good tactics that I did not even consider and a few moves later my position was lost.

So I did not win, but I actually really enjoyed the game. So far in this tournament I am on a dismall 1.5/5.0 but I have found this tournament really fun. I am hoping to win my next 4 games, which is a good possibility because all of my opponents are rated below me.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Hiking Treadmill

Here is a new gadget for any fitness Geeks out there. Check out this link:
http://www.popsci.com.au/gadgets/article/2010-02/gym-gadgets-make-exercise-fun
Basically what you do is you map out a path in Google maps, upload it to the treadmill and then the treadmill adjusts its incline to match the incline of the map. So if you want to try climbing Mount Everest in the comfort of your own home, this try this out. But maybe Mount Everest is too steep - the treadmill has a maximum of 40 degree incline. Doesn't matter. Its still pretty cool. But honestly, I don't like treadmills. I prefer to get out into the real world and exercise.

Monday, March 8, 2010

ACT Chess Championships

The 2010 ACT Chess Championships concluded today. I would like to congratulate Andrey Bliznyuk for winning the title ahead of Junta Ikeda in second place and a four way tie for third. Junta led going in to the last round by 1/2 a point from Andrey, but Junta suffered his only loss of the tournament and was thus overtaken by Andrey who had a last round win.

The event was held over two weekends, and I decided not to play so that I could spend more time training for my ironman triathlon (more on that later). I am still playing in the ANU Masters tournament every Wednesday night, and it is just my luck that this Wednesday I have to play the newly crowned ACT Champion himself - Andrey.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

The IT Crowd

I would like to thank Geek Paul for introducing me to an awesome TV show. It is call THE IT CROWD (and according to the behind the scene footage, 'IT' is pronounced 'it' as in 'today it was raining' and not 'I.T' as in Information Technology.

Anyways...the show is mainly about two IT Geeks and their totally computer illiterate female boss and the stupid situations they find themselves in. A lot of it revolves around their ignorance for the real world. I have not laughed so hard at a TV show in a long time, nor have I ever cringed so much at how all of the characters just don't understand things.

Some people love the guy called Moss. I think that all three of the main characters are totally awesome - I could not choose a favourite. I would highly recommend watching this show. I really makes you wonder what the IT guys are like where you work...

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Beauty and the Geek Drinking Game

After being on the first Australian series of Beauty and the Geek, the term 'never judge a book by its cover' got thrown around many a time. So much so, that one of the Geeks decided to invent a drinking game. The rules are simple: Every time someone on the show says 'never judge a book by its cover' you have to drink. Or maybe it should be more of a penalty game - whenever YOU say 'never judge a book by its cover', YOU have to drink. I think that next time me and the others get together for a B&G reunion we will have to watch our series and play the
game. Or maybe when the next AUS series comes back later this year (can't wait!!)

But I have to say, after being with the 8 girls on the show, I completely agree with the saying. You may watch the show and think it is all fake, but honestly, we all became really close friends and the words 'Beauty' and 'Geek' got thrown out completely. To quote Michelle 'yous aren't geeks'. Luv ya Michy :) And to quote someone else 'there are no Beauty's and Geeks - there are just people'

Well anyway...back to the drinking game. So I am 3/4 of the way through watching the 3rd US series of Beauty and the Geek and I have to say, I am already pretty drunk right now! (only kidding) ;)

** Disclaimer: Always drink responsibly and only if you are over the legal age.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Made Up Words

Geeks are usually really passionate/obsessive and in one main area and are usually really good at doing that one particular thing. Me - I was the chess geek and I was always really good at mathematics at school. On the other hand, I am not the most knowledgeable person when it come to words/grammar/spelling. Apart from my problem with the distinction between unco and uncoordinated back in year 7, I think that I have gotten better.

I still do have fun though making up words or saying stupid things just to be funny. We have started a list of fake words that have either been used accidentally, or that we think should be real words. So far in the list we have:

Equivalates
Derivatize
Symbology
Horizontality
Balanceability
Growed
Grammartationally
Technob
Anti-Intelligent

Feel free to add any words you think should be on the list :)

Thursday, March 4, 2010

ANU Masters Chess Tournament

I am currently playing in the ANU Masters chess tournament in Canberra which is a 10 player FIDE rated (using international ratings) round robin event. I thought from the start that there were four players which I would have a good chance of beating, one player that I would probably lose to and the remaining four I would probably get a draw with. That was the plan anyway. I also decided that I would also play more aggressive/exciting chess because often my games are quite boring. After the first four games, according to my plan, I should have had one win and three draws. But things don’t always go to plan. I have had one win, one draw and two losses. I think that my style of playing has not been the best, but I have enjoyed every single one of my games. And I know for a fact that some tournaments you go well, and others you don’t. That’s simply chess, and this one isn’t going that well. My younger brother Michael is also playing in the tournament and my number one goal in the tournament was to beat him. Have a guess where my one win in the tournament has come from! 

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Bad Blogger

So I have realized that I am a bad blogger. I started off doing one post a day, and now it seems to be about 1 post a week. It is not like I don't have stuff to write about, it is more that I am busy and by the time I remember that I had not blogged for the day, I am tired and its time for bed.

I don't like this, so I am going to make sure I post every day. And if I don't? Well I usually buy Subway (mmm....Subway) once a week at work. So if I fail to post every day for that week - then no Subway.