Adrian Tritschler's stuff
My website, an agglomerative mess, probably half-eaten by a grue
the neighbours have moved out, either they didn't take their cat or it's found its way back "home" and is in our garden
the backyard is full of tufts of white fur from yesterday evening's cat fight with the new black and white interloper
we may have a new feral cat around or under the house, a scrawny white one with black blotches just shot across the front garden
woken up by one of the neighbours' cats breaking in the cat door and scrabbling crazily around the kitchen before crashing back out again
two blissful nights of no feral ginger cat, then it was back at 5am and again just now, prowling around and yowling, trying to get back under the house
the back lawn is adrift with tufts of cat fur from the night-time fight between neighbour's cat and a possum, perhaps they should keep it inside
Cam came home to be confronted by a large dead rat on the kitchen floor, and a cat very proudly showing it off
happy to see a decent sized skink between the shed and fence while mowing, clearly the cats haven't slaughtered all of them
two of the capsicum seedlings are broken and dead, we suspect the cat has walked on them, but have no proof
blocked off one corner of the neighbour's fence where their cat climbs over – with an old wire shelf – what will the cat do now?
the daphne smells strong, the oranges are falling – one or two a day – and the cats are digging up vast swathes of the garden
Let the cat out of the laundry to be met by an ungodly stench and enormous cat crap on the floor beside the litter tray
the cat has lost her collar and registration tag out in the garden somewhereMost likely she got it caught on a branch or bush while outside and got caught, then pulled it off in getting free. Bizarrely, this reminded me of a rather grotesque video I saw a few weeks ago of a deer stag trotting around with the head of a deceased rival caught in its antlers, extra bizarre because on looking at this morning’s newspaper that story was in “the oddspot” in the Age.
down to three beetroot seedlings, all with leaves eaten off, all dug up and dumped by cat digging up the soil
Got Cam to place a row of bricks the length of the citrus garden against the fence – our cat & the neighbour's two have dug under between them
Scream from the kitchen, the cat has brought a maimed half-dead myna in and dropped it in the middle of the rug
mysterious cat business, Misty didn't come in at dusk, stayed out until after [2019-08-26 Mon 20:30]
removed a half-eaten blackbird wing from the path by the garage – someone's cat got lucky Common blackbird
a cat dug up the bean garden bed to shit, I've replanted the bean seedlingsOne completely dug out and buried, another dislodged.
There’s not much more I can add to who I am.
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.