Please forgive the lack of posts for the next couple of weeks. I’m deeply involved in the circle of life at the moment. Dad passed away on Wednesday, and we’re expecting baby 2.0 this Wednesday. Both a blessing and a curse all in the space of a week. My engineer brain can’t help but observe [...]
I’m expecting an addition to the family later in the year, so being a geek, I went and hunted out some baby-related gadgets to review.
Gadgets. Work. Software. Solving a tricky user interface presentation problem. More gadgets. Concern at messiness of email inbox. Baby not breathing. Wait a second. What!? It’s amazing how a simple phonecall from daycare can totally change your perspective. Apparently Ollie had a wee issue at daycare yesterday and stopped breathing for for around 15 seconds. [...]
I gots me a new phone. It has a camera on it and everything. Very snazzy.
There’s no easy way to describe a fistula-in-ano. It’s basically a big nasty infected anal gland that has ruptured to the surface of the buttocks, thus creating a duct that continues to get clogged with faeces, and in turn repeatedly gets infected. So how’s your dinner tasting? It’s not quite as bad as it sounds. [...]
You get what you pay for I suppose. And I paid for a cheap refurbished Palm Zire 71. Being half the price of a new one, I should have expected worse, but it actually was in very good nick. Unfortunately I’ve had to return it for replacement. It was advertised in excellent refurbished condition, working [...]
Ahhh. Riiiight. I get it. Lately things have been getting into a bit of a routine. This is not a bad thing, but it does make Ollie seem more like some sort of symbiote or parasite, rather than a little guy. Nappy, feed, nappy, play, sleep, nappy, feed, nappy, play, sleep. Not much to it, [...]
The lawn kinda got away on me while we were busy popping Ollie out, so as a bit of a new father’s present, I hired a big nasty self-propelled mower for half a day. What a beast!
I’m desperately clutching at straws to find words to describe how things have changed (both physically and emotionally) in the days since Ollie appeared. We’re at home now, and he’s snug as a bug in his room, and it seems totally normal. Which in itself is totally bizarre.
On an entirely different note, I was swiping my Foodtown card at the supermarket yesterday, and started to wonder: ‘just what the blimming heck does Foodtown do with all this data?’. We use the card because it ends up saving about $10-$15 on a $200 shop, but I am also dimly aware that it logs all our purchases against the “late-20-something, white, agnostic, partially-sane” demographic (you did tick that one on the last census didn’t you?).