Like getting juiced off a deuce-deuce of cokey.

I gave myself a sore neck taking this shot, yelling at the damn cockies to fly around dramatically.

I have got a fuckload, or possibly even a couple of fuckloads of work to do in the next month. However, Choco and I are going skiing for three days at Mount Buller, and according to several skiing websites, the word on the street, my weekly palmistry reading, and a Phrenolgy session I gave myself this morning, it's shaping up to be a right doozy. Chris and I have signed a voodoo pact to push a variety of barriers on this trip, including:

• the land-speed record (unmotorized category)
  
• jump airtime and distance acheivable, using the upturned board of a novice snowboarder as a lauching point,
  
• the non-fatal proportion of your circulatory system which contains bourbon,
  
• the number of ski bunnies which can be fit on a single lap in front of the fireplace at the lodge,
  
• number of bones broken in a single expression session (compound fractures and incidental fatalities are a subcategory).
  

The most fascinating thing, however, will be the bit where I conjure money to finance the trip out of the aether by sheer force of will. Fuck it, I still got my balaclava.

Anyone who sits in front of a computer listening to music for most of their waking hours, should get into audioscrobbler. It's a plugin for your favourite media player which records details of your listening habits, and compiles all this data to give you a variety of edifying statistics. Not only that, it can identify people with similar tastes, and you can check out their top songs, and maybe discover new music. I first started using this donkeys ago when it came out, but not many people were using it so I didn't bother. Now, it's matured, and is fascinating. My listening stats are here. If you do it, send me a link to your stats so as I can stickybeak.

The new pop77 mix came out today, and it's a hum-dinger. The only people which give an airborne copulation (i.e., Chia and Choco) already know this, but I'll throw it out there anyway.

The UPS (uninterruptible power supply = battery backup) I ordered for the computer arrived the other day. The power out here is really bloody dodgy, and over the last few months the power has dropped out for a few seconds at least three times. This is bad news. Yet another reason to hate those bloody power lines.

Anyway, I gots to get to bed and then get to the gym in the morning. Iron don't pump itself. Neither does arse, more's the pity.