Lisa's part time hobby

My wife Lisa paint faces for a part time living. Check out her website here.
I need to improve it (a lot) and stick some nifty ajax eye candy on it and generally make it a bit more sexy.
Stay tuned.

The Internet's latest e-Ontraprenewer

I got adsense! I don't know what it means but the result thereof is that a river of free cash is supposed to flow into my bank account.
What could be simpler. With my free dough I'm going to buy a Rugby franchise or a yacht, maybe both.
Apparently adsense is what sets Google apart from Microsoft in that Google can actually make money from their biznis model and all MS can do is chisel money out of people too lazy to learn about Open Office or Linux.
At the moment its only for disaster relief and other relatively lame stuff but give it a few weeks and I'm buying a Lexus.

Nightmare on Freyberg Street

I live in a lovely little street in Newcastle, Australia (latitude -32.933187S, longitude 151.705904 E).
The street itself was established during the forties and most of the houses date from that time.
Unprepossessing, charming yet functional little dwellings for your average Ozzie suburban family just trying to make their way through life.
Each one is single storey and the view up the street is delightful, rows of these little cottages lining the road into the 385 hectare bush reserve of Blackbutt.
I'm stressing the charm and the heritage of my cozy little street because it is about to be shamelessly raped by an ex-resident.
The ex-resident is proposing, along with her lawyer husband, to erect a totally inappropriate dwelling of monstrous proportions that will dwarf all the houses around it and occupy nearly every square centimetre of land of the tiny block.
What is it with these people? The woman in question used to live next door to the house she is about to demolish, in what was her grandmother's house (who would be spinning violently in her grave if she knew of the carnage her descendant is about to unleash on the neighbourhood).
It incenses me that they think they can get away with it. Look at the photo. That's the design they've chosen. 296 square metres of overindulgence on a 340 sq metre block. The mind boggles.


There'll be more on this. Just you wait, you haven't seen the last of me. Oh no.

I've entered the Blogosphere!

I've done it! I've jumped on another bandwagon.
First it was a mohawk then pierced genitals, now its blogging.
I'm only about 4 years behind the rising tide of irrelevance that is clogging the 'internets' but what the heck. I'll give anything a go. I even tried Ice once but it only served to give me brain freeze. How those skinny guys with scabby faces get addicted I don't know.