It's not paranoia if it's true.

I think there is a ley line that runs down Northbourne Avenue: first the sprinkler, now the ATM. On Saturday night I went to get money out of an ATM and the machine ate my card. Then I went to another ATM and it ate my card because it had expired. Then I realised that I did not know the PIN for my remaining card. Sure, you could blame this occurance on a bit of bad luck combined with lack of organisation and some standard vagueness on my part, rather than a pseudo-mystic conspiracy theory. Sure, you could do that. But that's what they want.

Fortunately this all happened while I was with a good friend who was nice enough to lend me money, so I didn't have to go ask for seventy cents worth of beer. We went and saw The Fuelers play at the Phoenix, which was a lot of fun, I think The Fuelers and the Phoenix are one of those magical combinations in life, like gin and tonic, bagels and cream cheese, that convince you that life can't be a big accident.

A Day in the Life of Boot: A pictorial essay

The boot in repose.

The boot in the office.

The boot at lunch.

The boot at drinks.

Attempts to rotate these photos failed, because blogger apparently don't see this as something that someone would need to do, ever.

The boot refused photos to be taken of it in the amusing "I just spattered paint on my boot the first day I'm wearing it" moment at work. Boot felt that this would both be demeaning, and the final confirmation of my insanity at my place of work, when I paused from the task at hand to photograph my footwear. The author wishes to acknowledge that the boot has a point.

A funny thing that happened to me

was when I pressed the button to make the traffic lights change colour and at that moment a sprinkler came on and sprayed my leg. The lights on Northbourne have ever been tardy, but I had not considered them to be booby-trapped.

Let that be a warning to those who cross Northbourne at Alinga.