Squash
March 4th 2002 -
I’ve started playing sports with John Dalton, a friend from way-back, with whom I’ve been rather out-of-touch until recently. We’re going to try and play a different sport each week – started, today, with squash. Next week, tennis – perhaps basketball after that. I’m intrigued to keep trying to play a different sport each week – we’ll see how long we can string this out. One of the real advantages (in a sense) is that we’re both unemployed.
Lazy
Yesterday was a very lazy Sunday, though. I slept and slept and felt quite sad for no really good reason. I’m a little frustrated at my lack of progress through my big list of things to do, but more, I’m bored with being unemployed. The novelty has now worn off. The trigger for the burst of ennui was the (entirely valid) criticism that my new web page design – which I’ve been working on all week – looks a bit samey and a bit like-every-other-webpage-out-there. The threat of redesign was enough to send the old creative circuits into meltdown, briefly.
Spike Milligna, the well-known typing error
It’s still hard to believe that Milligoon is dead, but in another sense it’s odd to realise that he was alive until just last week. I grew up with my Dad’s infatuation with the goons, and got infected myself, and I’ve read all the war diaries, and I watched a couple of the Q series, and I saw him alive at the Townsville Civic Theatre doing an exceedingly silly one-man show. I liked him.