Friday, December 24, 2010

'Tis the Season For Tumble-Chis

tum-ble-chi (tum'bel-kie)

n.

Various tufts of white fur that break off from a white pomchi named Chi and waft upon the household draughts.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Perplexing Fortune

Thursday night and the ritual begins at our local Chinese restaurant.

Fortune cookies and chocolates arrive just after our tea is served. Tony mixes up the cookies on the plate and I select one. If the fortune seems to be ‘a message from the Universe’ or blogworthy, it ends up in a pocket or purse until it is found weeks, maybe months later, only to be discarded. Those deemed rubbish on the night end up on the plate with the screwed up wrappers—a quicker disposal process. There have been a few blogworthy fortunes but none of them ever seemed to make it to the blog. Until now ...

Monday, June 7, 2010

Sticky Notes for Process Mapping

Believe it or not, this photo shows the outline of two chapters in the process guide I'm writing!

Sticky notes stuck on pieces of paper

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Anyone Speak Dog?

Wanted. Someone who can speak Dog. Some knowledge of a Chihuahua or Pomchi dialect is likely to be useful.

Friday, March 26, 2010

For the Mathematicians and Statisticians ...

What four different coin denominations would we need in Australia to most efficiently make up the amounts between 5c and 95c (remembering that we round to the nearest 5c)?

Was It Worth It?

Three weeks ago, Mum, Dad and I travelled 300 odd kilometres to Canberra, queued for two hours in the hot sun, then travelled back to Sydney. Why? To see the Masterpieces from Paris at the National Gallery.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Rain, Rain, Go Away ...

We're right in the middle of a storm. Thunder, lightning, heavy rain. I hate it and so do the dogs. Quila is running around barking wildly at every crack of thunder and flash of lightning, Chi is beside me quivering underneath the desk, and Tony ... ? He's sitting at his computer, cool as a cucumber, telling us not to stress.

No Excuses!

Imagine ... It's late at night. You're surfing the Web—skimming the news, checking your e-mail, watching some YouTube. You enter some information for a weight analysis. A couple of minutes later your name comes roaring through the computer speakers.

“I want a word with you!”