Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Friday, March 30, 2001

It goes a little like this...

Achieve connection through something wonderfully life-saving like http-tunnel. I can see the world again, and the stress-exodus was an amazing experience. As I saw that XET opening screen, all the tension that had bound me tight for the past month flowed from me, trickling away to be replaced by bouyant joy.

You think it's sad, that I get this excited about being able to play an online game, don't you? Maybe it is. I'm far from making excuses about it any more. I care. You don't have to. I missed these people, these characters, these storylines, this pasttime.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Wednesday night I had dinner with Peter Garrett. Yes, Peter Garrett. See, he's a Burgmann College ex-ressie. He was here at the birth of the college, running rampant and apparently studying law, dreaming of getting a record deal. He returned to deliver the 30th anniversary lecture, and I was one of the tutors to be at the official dinner with him. Nice, wot? He was laid-back, friendly, and very definitely a Burgie-boy in all the best ways that phrase can be applied.

Afterwards, we went goffing. That was fun too.

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