MIRANDA: Whether it be Leigh Sales' smile or Stephen Long’s dial, Payton L. Inkletter confesses he’d be Port Hacking into Lateline, if he but knew how

Be all that as it may, meanwhile:

In other news…

08^th April 2009:

Wednesday: Not wanting to be woken, I was woken, by the garrulous gecko early afternoon and reminded that I was needed as taxi driver for the little people, of which duo she is half. So I laboriously coaxed life into my consciousness, and eventually we drove around to pick up Pa pree, and I took the delinquents to the local major shopping centre, where they began a two hour orgy of shopping till dropping. I got petrol ahead of the inevitable Easter price hikes, and then remained in the car doing some relaxation-mind exercises, reading (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy), and Venty Still long hand writing (oh for a laptop!).

We didn’t get back till toward six o’clock, and after emptying the Swift I tackled a few jobs in the back and front gardens, until My Beloved time. It’s awful to see the death and destruction from the L'Aquila earthquake in Italy. And what of the scientist, seismologist Gioacchino Giuliani, who, based on among other things the increase in radon gas, predicted a major quake was on its way? Vans with loudspeakers were warning people to prepare in March, I have read, until they were stopped by the authorities. Then I enjoyed Kerry O’Brien’s interview with the very witty satirist P. J. O'Rourke, who referred to Jimmy Carter as a doofus, Bill Clinton as an absolute brilliant sleazeball, and Barack Obama as a bit of a Harvard know-it-all. He brought a spontaneous laugh out of Kerry the Great when he said that after a colonoscopy last week ‘all they found up there was my vote for George W. Bush in 2004.’ Funny man.

I did some more outside, including topping up the oil, windscreen wiper cleaner, and coolant in the Swift under lights (I’m losing the plot: I began putting the cleaner into the coolant overflow tank at first, necessitating my emptying of it and refilling it with coolant), before returning for Spicks and Specks. I missed The New Inventors unfortunately. Seasick Steve was a pleasure on the show, and he seems genuinely grateful for his late life success. The Gruen Transfer certainly has absorbed the smutty predilection of its host Wil Anderson (and I am aware of the challenges of the pot calling the kettle black; I’m not on mid evening TV though). I remained with the delinquents to watch Lawrence Leung's Choose Your Own Adventure’s latest offering, and I must say I’m less impressed the longer this debut series goes on; he’s funny, and different – despite (irony noted) similarities to the much better ‘Review with Myles Barlow’ – but he’s not (yet) a Chris Lilley.

I fled to the computer for a half hour, then back to watch Lateline, and my, Leigh Sales radiated tonight; if Leigh wasn’t glowing, then God didn’t make little green apples, and it don’t rain in Kakadu in the summertime! Her hair style was just right, she made me feel young again. Leigh interviewed the ANU’s Andrew Leigh, an economist, and I’ve just got one thing to say to you Andrew (à la Kath and Kim), and that is, what remarkably good diction you have for a fast talking man on complex subject matter – well done! I had to record my darling Ali Moore to return Pa pree home, so I will have to comment another day on her program if something – other than her lovely self – strikes me.

Back from Pa pree’s after eleven, I got Missus Inkletter out of bed – she had been reading, and I don’t want to suggest a case of ‘all clear’ – and she yakked to me while a repeat of Letterman was on (again, forgive me Channel Ten for lambasting you in the past for these repeats, for I thought it was ‘yoos rat bastards’ doing the repeating, not CBS, who are the real culprits). When she was again back in bed I did some diary writing, before going on a late walk on this still and beautiful moonlit night.

I am enjoying my brief day or two of good broadband speeds from Optus on my ‘'yes' DSLD MyHome Classic’ thingy plan – what kind of a name is that? – but it is getting harder to go back to 64 kbs when the two gig allowance is downloaded, which when I leave the Netants downloader on full throttle with the Librivox audio books’ queue, is all used up in about 24 hours. There is nothing nicer for my researching than to have my pages load quickly. Thus the Government’s big turkey Australia wide broadband initiative sounds so appealing, but I agree at least on one thing with the Opposition: it would sound appealing because Santa Claus always does. Anyway, I hope the Rudd Government can come up with a valid business model that works, and gives us affordable access to 100 Mbs internet; I’d like to see that…

Oh, my ears fixed up today! That need to pop them problem of yesterday for many hours was gone when I woke up. I had the usual other health problems to contend with of course though. Again I didn’t get my posting done to this site, instead I did get much of the daily writing of it done and saved here on the computer, but when Janny got up I had been struggling with a health problem, and decided to throw the towel in and turn the computer off completely – a rare event (to preserve my speed for a day or two longer) – before turning in to the cot about half five, risking life and love handle by slipping into the arms of the alabaster dragon…

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