I saw your rabbit

This is the poster I have stuck up about the place:



I spotted this rabbit the other day on my way to work. I shooed it away from the car before leaving, but didn't know what else to do as I was in a rush to get to work. Today I stepped out the back and spotted the same beast again in the same spot. I took a few photos and stuck this up in the hope that someone will recognise the animal and be reunited with it.


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This map shows roughly the area the beast was sighter, but the actual lane is missing from google maps. Do you know Valetta lane? It runs parallell to Elizabeth St, alongside the rail corridor near Artarmon station. If you come down the station stairs, then turn right, then turn left before you get to that new thai place (Little Thai Place) you'll find yourself out the back of the greatest pizza shop known to man (LCC)

If you need better directions etc, email me: 'poi' three times, at gmail dot com.
(ie. poipoipoi@.) Note that I haven't got a hutch and don't even know what to feed such a beast, so it is still roaming free about the place, and is not neccasarily here still, but it was today (12.6.09), so it probably isn't a bad spot to look around.

Explosion on a rainy day

Well, today I was involved in an explosion. It wasn't a dramatic bomb or something, much duller, and a little less cool. I was innocently expelling urine, and when finished, pressed the flush button. Now, this is not something I always do in public toilets; if a few hundred people a day push the same button within seconds of defecating or urinating, well, forgive me for not rushing to be a part of it. Anyhow, I felt it the right thing to do in this circumstance, for whatever reason.
How was I rewarded for my good deed? Putting my personal hygiene on the line for the sake of the greater good? With an exploding cistern. The pipe inside must have broken, and water was spraying up into the roof with rather profuse force. The top half of the cistern had fallen in front of the water supply tap, so i had to pick it up and shift it before turning the tap off. The tap, by the way, was turned completely on - that is about fifteen turns, when surely one or two would suffice to allow maximum water flow?
Walking back along the corridor, dripping with toilet water and in a demonstrable rage, I passed a few mates who were just coming back from the parking lot, where they had been trying to SlimJim their way into a car; and they took great delight in heading off to examine the cubicle. Well at least they were entertained; but I, still very cold, and very wet, was less so. Particularly because the fan was on.

Wow, way not to finish with a point eh?

"The Flat Cat"

Last night, at about half past one, I met our new cat. It came running inside the flat after having followed us home from the train station. Tonight I discovered that he actually followed our neighbors upstairs home a few hours before us. They proceeded to feed it canned tuna, whilst another neighbor of ours has put it out a basket with blankets in which to sleep. I quite like the idea of a communal cat living here, shared between the different flats.
The cat has since been hanging around, meowing until late into the night. Hmm, anyone missing a black cat in the North Sydney area? (Time to locate a vet in walking distance and get this guy scanned for a microchip).
P.S. I also saw a bush turkey running around in the late out the back to day. Since when do they live in the city? Ah well, Its better than the inundation of hairy caterpillars our neighbors were invaded by the other day.

The Courthouse

Last night I was amazed to discover that there is a park called the courthouse. Less amazingly, it is near a courthouse. My sister and I went there to visit a graffiti exhibition and met someone whom I've named cat woman, as she had a cat on a lead, Hazzy Bee, whose album I'd been listening to earlier that afternoon (I had a guitar with me, and he gave us a live song before continuing on his way), Phil, who divulged several of his movie scripts to us all, Yukoll (or something to that effect, he was quite quiet and difficult to hear, an African guy with cool hair who jammed with me playing the djembe (which I also brought along) and Phil filmed on his phone. Also present were Mim, Joe, and a ton of others who wondered through.

First post!

I've decided it's traditional to simply burn the first post, and post nothing of interest. Hence, I'll do just that.