... it would be great if I could get through writing a post or reading my friend's entries without being involuntarily redirected to a site promising internet security (irony much?) or a site advertising a Chinese sex museum (yes, really.)
And if recent trends are maintained, the first comment on this post will be from a blonde woman hawking designer shoes and handbags. Because I am a person who spends big on such items.
I seem to be the target of a lot of spam recently. I amd getting around half a dozen spam messages at work everyday, all of which seem to be coming from within the building. Many of them are from myself. Either someone has hacked into the Parliament House e-mail system, or I am, in fact, a blonde Russian woman on the hunt for an Australian husband. Wow. I never would have guessed.
TW: 200 leg presses, 100 leg openers, 100 calf presses. A pretty quiet day after all the Crossfit I've been doing recently. Some of it is tricky to do in terms of equipment, and they really seem to like pullups.
There was a classic car meeting at the school down the street today. I took some snaps for dad.
That's a 1909 Renault. It had no windscreen, and no dials on the dash. Back in those days I guess you had to use your own judgement on how fast you were going and how much petrol you had in the tank. It's 101 years old this year, and looking much better maintained than most 101 year old people. Still, I think I'll stick to newer cars that don't have wooden wheels and a plaque that says it is "Approved for use in Great Britain and the Colonies."
My uncle in Sweden has a 1926 Ford which needs to be started with a crank, and around the time I left Canada dad got a 1971 MG convertible as his impractical car. For the record, a convertible is impractical in a country that gets snow around six months out of the year.