Agent
February 4th 2003 -
Agent
Kate passed me the details of her agent, and suggested that I send him the first three chapters of “Lotus”… very exciting. She reckons it’s publishable, which is fantastic because I can see a lot of improvements yet to be made. I’m a bit worried about sending in the first three chapters, as I don’t think they’re the best, but if Kate reckons it’s OK, then what the hell. Just gotta take those anti-diarrhetics and run the thing through a spelling/grammar checker, and send it before I think about it too much.
radwm
Administering radwm is taking up all the time that I used to spend browsing the web, which is interesting. The actual job itself is a bit tricky, and I’m sure that whoever takes over from me will shake their head and just laugh at the kind of things I have amateurishly done. Oh well. It’s not as if I’m being paid, or there are people clamouring to take over the job.
Hangi
Anna cooked up another Hangi for lunch on Saturday by getting up at 6:00am and lighting a fire in the hangi pit. By 8:00am, the police had visited, and asked her to put it out as there was a total fire ban. She did so, but it spontaneously relit (no, really) and the Marrickville council people came around at 10:00am and threatened big fines ($600) and were slightly mollified when they found that it was for a Hangi. So we were pretty lucky. Anyway, by 10:00am, the coals and rocks were still hot enough that Anna buried the food anyway, and the Hangi went ahead. Despite the hosing down, it was still hot enough and the food came out very nicely, so we sat around (me, Anna, Anna’s parents and cousin, and Chris, Amanda, Cailan, Elena, and Andrea) and got thoroughly stuffed on what will probably be our last Hangi for a while. Fortunately, Anna bought me a BBQ for my birthday (a fairly late birthday present, but those who know my timeliness will not be surprised to note that I had no grounds for complaint) and it’s just a matter of putting it together before we’ve gone from traditional NZ to traditional Aussie.
Furniture
Anna’s dad and I spent a good portion of last night going over to Ted’s place and getting some of the furniture that he won’t be needing. Three book cases, a desk, a chest, a set of folding chairs (for my mooovie!) and a big paper mache magic dog that Ted needs someone to look after, and wouldn’t fit in the car. Then Anna mercilessly made us rearrange the spare room. So my mac is now on a nice, big wooden desk instead of the tiny dinky plastic one, and we have much extra book space. Strangely, the spare room looks no more cluttered than before, and even a little less so.
Universalis
Having heard about this game from Dave‘s blog, I absolutely had to have it. And so it shall be, in a couple of weeks.