Adrian Tritschler's stuff
My website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a grue
© 1984 - 2026 Adrian Tritschler
Garfield steam museum
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Adrian Tritschler's stuff
My website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a grue
© 1984 - 2026 Adrian Tritschler
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Leadlight window in Marko and Lesley's house
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Marko starting his steam engine
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The final lie of the bowls in the Garfield carpet bowls championships
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Jo showing her winning style in the Garfield carpet bowls championships
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Lesley showing her style in the Garfield carpet bowls championships
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Lesley's new coffee cups
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Beautifully prepared coffees in a new cafe -- Labyrinth on Bridge road
Wanna see a video?
<img src="/2004/09/11/t_208-0808_mvi.jpg" class=“left-floating” width=“160” height=“120” alt=”[*]"> Amazing! I’ve had my Canon IXUS 300 for nearly three years, its all but falling apart after me falling on it from a bike stack, and in all that time I’ve never tried to use the movie function! Getting all nostalgic this morning about leaving Westbank terrace, I stood in the middle of the lounge room and spun round, taking my first ever video. Soon as I get it recompressed to slightly less than 3MB for 17 seconds, then I’ll consider putting it here.
Nearly going postal
All day sitting around fidgeting and waiting, then all of a sudden the mail arrives at half past two and everything happens at once. The documents we gathered last night aren’t quite what are wanted now, so more mad rummaging about ensues. A phone call to the 1300 number to find out whether to post them or visit a branch — fax them in is the answer, an option not mentioned anywhere!
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Red fishing boat and crane on the Lorne pier
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Red fishing boat on the Lorne pier
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Condemned crane on the Lorne pier
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Will and Jack testing John's Fathers' day present -- the surfboard rug
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John receiving Fathers' day presents from Jack and Will
Lorne Sunday
Sunday, Father’s day. Jack and Will were terribly excited about John’s present of a surfboard rug. The two of them seemed to spend half the morning leaping around on it pretending to surf and to swim.
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Fern frond unfolding, Angahook state forest
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Erskine river flowing over rocks
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Wattle flowers in Richardson boulevard
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Wattle flowers near the dairy
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Cora and Lyn outside Cora-Lyn house
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Wattle flowering in the Dukes' garden
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Wattle flowering in the Dukes' garden
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Wattle flower
Stress!
The events of the week caught up with me last night, alternating panic and exhilaration has been keeping me awake to all hours, then waking me up at ridiculous times through the night. Last night I could barely keep my eyes open on the drive down to Lorne, only stayed awake because I hate sleeping in the car, especially when I think Jo’s probably as tired as I am.
I think I finally got a good night’s sleep, and being away from home, away from thoughts of house-buying helped to keep it off my mind for a while.
Photos
The Katbox mailing list
Eek, a house!
The good news or the bad news? The good news is that we’ve got our weekends back — the offer on the house was accepted… Bad news is we now have to rummage behind the couch and find a huge wad of money to pay for it! Not yet sure if I’m excited or scared, or if the whole thing hasn’t sunk in yet.
Go out to celebrate or stay home and watch a video?
Ah, Real Estate Agents...
There really is an opportunity here for someone to invent a reasonable way that sellers and buyers can broker a house buying without having to deal with the leeches. Its almost a joke, we looked through the place on Saturday, asked for the Section 32 paperwork to be faxed through today — so what happens? A couple of hours later the agent calls up to ask have I received the papers, and, by the way, they are currently showing another potential buyer through the place RIGHT NOW AS WE SPEAK!
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A screw in the garden
Lunch and Photos
Friday, time for my weekly treat of lunch at Cinque Lire, the tables are all full, there’s one large table with only one occupant. I join him and give an involuntary laugh at the bottle of San Pelligrino water — the juxtaposition of that big concrete bottling plant in the pristine valley still make me laugh. We lunch and chat, John N. Crossley, a lecturer in the Faculty of Information Technology and Monash staff member since 1969!
How to tell if a real-estate agent is lying
It’s Saturday, we’re house-hunting. I shouldn’t even bother answering the rhetorical question above. They talk, they lie, that’s it. They have such a reputation for lying, and keep on proving it every time they open their mouths, that everything they say is suspect. The only slightly paraphrased conversation with one specimen went something like the following:
customer: Hi this house is advertised for $X.
slime: Yes, but we won't sell it for that, what would you like to pay?
Music vs Sleep
Silver Ray were launching a CD at the Rob Roy, Rob Snarski and Dan Luscombe supporting, in the back of my mind was a niggling thought that there was another support act but I couldn’t remember… the Rob Roy’s website is no use, just a big splash screen advertising the company who hasn’t created the website yet, maybe I was mistaken, maybe I’d been confused and counted Snarski and Luscombe as two acts…
Alas poor Boscastle...
Boscastle in the UK has almost been washed away by floods and rain in the last week. All I can remember is what a beautiful and peaceful little village it was when I was there in 2001. I wish I’d taken more photos when I was there. Last night Prince Charles was promising to help rebuild the place, and being filmed in the local pub, I can remember having dinner there, but a lot of comfortable old pubs all look the same.
Revenge!
I nearly had my revenge against the stupid motorists this morning. Typical small courier van came flying past on my right, left indicator on and with the intention of turning left down the side street, he swung out to hook in, realised that he hadn’t made it past me and stopped. Stopped half in the next lane right in front of a semi-trailer, whose driver was not impressed! The truck air-horn was very loud, but worth it for the expression on the courier’s face as he braced himself and tried to shrink from view.
Frozen fingers and frosty foliage!
We’re having some wild weather this week! Saturday’s copped 30mm of rain, the coldest August day in 28 years, and 100 ㎞/h winds on the bay — and I was out on the motorbike going up and down the Monash freeway to work! Today was a very brisk 4.5 °C as I left on the bike, foolishly thinking that with the sun out I didn’t need the full gloves. First frosts I’ve seen this winter, and it took until nearly 10:30 before my fingers were unfrozen enough to type normally!
Top Ten
Clearing the desk this evening and out came a list I thought I’d lost for every, the ubiquitous “Top Ten Favourite Songs of All Time.” I’m not sure how long ago I wrote it out, probably two or three years at least, a couple of weeks ago I was wishing I could find it to see how well it has weathered… In no real order:
Shivers, The Boys Next Door A Song from Under the floorboards, Magazine Wide Open Road, the Triffids Pretty in Pink, Psychadelic Furs Throw your Arms around me, Hunters and Collectors Ziggy Stardust, David Bowie The Wild, The Beautiful, and the damned, Ultravox Far side of Crazy, Wall of Voodoo Behind the wall of Sleep, the Smithereens Know your product, the Saints Hmm, no Ramones, no Damned.
About
ajft looking stylish and black
…The Owner
There’s not much more I can add to who I am.
…The Site
Vanity site? Technology experiment? Learning tool? Blog? Journal? Diary? Photo album? I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you…
I experiment. I play. I write and I take pictures. Some of the site is organised around topics, other parts are organized by date, then there’s always the cross-references between them.
Its all been here a fairly long time. Like the papers on my desk, or the books on the bedside table, the pile just grew… and it all grew without much plan or structure. I try not to break URLs, so historical oddities abound.
Long ago it started as a learning experiment with a few static HTML pages, then I added a bit of server-side includes and some very ugly PHP. A hand-built journal/blog on top of that PHP, then a few experiments in moving to various static publishing systems. I’ve never wanted a database-based blogging engine, so over the years I’ve tried PHP, nanoblogger, emacs-muse, silkpage and docbook before settling on Emacs Org mode for writing and jekyll for publishing. But the itch remained… I never really liked jekyll and the ruby underneath always seemed so much black magic. So now the latest incarnation is Org mode and hugo.
…The ISP
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