Got a snap of Evan waking up,
scary ...
Counterbalanced by a picture, Steven took, of Evan trying to be a rock star , outside the Sawtell Surf Club. I Gimp 'ed it a bit.

Below is a picture of the picture Ev and I made and framed for Cheri.
You proably cannot see, but Evan carved a little message into the frame.

That bit sitting on the top right left is an owl perching on the frame.

the lovely teabag girls

Evan and Steve about to follow my misguided lead down a pointless track which eventually led us to about 20 yards back up the road.

More pics here 

Once you're finished reading 'HPDH', why not buy the shirt...

If you have no idea what I'm on about then ... um .. just, ignore me .
How's that for shameless self promotion....

Stumpy, from Brisbane's infamous Trash Video will finally be sharing his latest masterpiece with the world at large. The first screening EVER of "Search for Weng Weng", exclusive to the Brisbane International Film Festival

3pm Sunday 5th August 2007 at Gallery of Modern Art, South Brisbane.

Live under a rock? Never heard of Weng Weng?

...and for those of you with bandwidth to burn, get a torrent of, "The Impossible Kid" - no guarantee's. You might prefer to go see Stumpy about hiring the video.

I wonder if Weng Weng will one day become a religious icon in relation to the Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult?

Arn't they lovely, I took this morning as Cheri, Emma, Emrys and Evan set off to pick up the last Harry Potter book. Now Evan and Emrys are plying Cheri with cups of tea and chocolate in return for her reading it out loud.

I really should not have written that last post. I'm not sure if it is my own imagination or that I have been getting in altogether too much screen time. It is just that my eyes have been really sore... Still at least I cleaned the loo and did half my tax return.

Last weekend Ev and I went fishing and saw a beautiful little octopus in one of the tidal pools on the North Headland. It changed colour as it moved around and as you can see (Not!) it matched the background perfectly ...

The next day while doing the paper-round we came across our neighbours setting up a garage sale. Evan found a bloody great knife and I picked up an old scanner for 5 bucks. We had a some fun scanning in body parts and warping our faces on Saturday morning...

ah well .. back to it.

It's embarrassing really. I have built the frigging website and configured all the bits and pieces but can I bring myself to write the documentation? Hell No!! Some important points that have occurred to me over the past eternity of bleeding my forehead over a hot keyboard:

• Writing computer manuals is not nearly as much fun as popping my own eyeballs.
• Surely some geek somewhere has written a program to do it for me.
• Writing computer manuals! I mean what kind of demented person RTFM's? 
• Computer manuals are only good for hitting computers with.
• The code will need to all be updated once the manual is written anyway, then I'll have to rewrite it! AARRRGH!

I'm sweating caffeine from having drank so much coffee, I have listened to and read everything about poor Kirsty MacColl (next on list: hassle mexico ) and her family but I've not cleaned the loo or done my tax return yet, so things can't be that  desparate, yet.....

OK... back to it.