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it’s 5pm, daylight savings time. I really want a coffee, but I have to stop myself. You see, when I was dozing in my bed this morning, contemplating getting up, I kept checking the time on my phone, which I use as my bedside clock and alarm. And my phone kept giving me pleasent times of the day, 8am, 9am, 10am. I got up when it hit 10am. Now, I had no reason to doubt that it was 10am, because when I checked the clock on my shelves it said 11am, and daylight savings started last night, and my phone is a wonderful piece of technology that adjusts the time difference for you. So I got up, at 10am, the old 11am, and turned on my computer, as I am wont to do in the morning to read the newspaper.

Now here’s where it gets confusing, because my computer was saying the time was now 12pm. 12pm? My computer is also a wonderful piece of technology that adjusts for daylight savings time all by itself. But I was terrible perplexed. My phone had gone back and hour, and my computer had gone forward and hour. I didn’t know who to believe. So I did what any normal person does when their technology fails them, I called my mum. Oh woe, she confirmed it was indeed 12pm, and that my computer was right and my phone was wrong. And On closer inspection, I realised that the time zone my phone was set to was London, which just happened to be ending daylight savings on the day Sydney was starting, hence my phone going backwards, my computer going forwards, and me losing two hours of the day instead of just one. Fie!

The upshot of this is that because this has taken place on the last day of my holiday, and I have to go to work tomorrow, I will probably have trouble getting enough sleep tonight due to my extra long sleep in today, which means I’m depriving myself of coffee this afternoon, in case it affects my ability to sleep tonight. Which means that I, a devoted coffee drinker (and fresh from a week in brisbane with terribly mediocre coffee and being in sydney where I can get good coffee many places), am now craving coffee.

I think I’ll go have a beer. 

So I’m back from 5 days in brisbane doing beary things with beary men. A long needed and long overdue holiday, free of concerns apart from what to wear and how much can I drink before running out of money. It’s a relief to be back in Sydney, partly because I heart Sydney muchly, and part because Brisbane was non-stop since arriving last wednesday. I’m coming to heart Brisbane more and more each time I visit. It’s hard to escape that it’s a little small, and as a city boys who loves big bright cities, that’s difficult to deal with. But it’s growing, rapidly, and I can see the changes each time I go. So it was nice to go, but nice to leave also.

Still, the bears, and sporties, and walking to the city and back to spring hill each day, and mysterious foot injuries, and beer, and vodka, and snogs, and bears, and beer, and beer, and beer.

It all started slowly, with Rego night for Northern Exposure (bear festival in brisbane, google it yourself), but talk about free gift with purchase! Rego pack came in a backpack, with a beachtowel, bottle opener, cock ring, and fridge magnet. It was awesome. The cruise on the river the next night was boring but the food was excellent. Then the big party the next night, with was great, and I danced for hours, and sure the music wasn’t the best, but it was easily the equal of anything in the RHI at Mardi Gras. And I danced and I danced and I danced. With a foot injury. Sunday was pool party, with was nice, followed by free food, with was great, and then the open bar at the recovery/farewell party. Open bar!!! Obviously, it lead to lots of drunken antics, and I don’t feel the least bit shameful.

I’m not one for the big bear events generally, but in all honesty Northern Exposure shat all over the Bear Essentials (sydney bear festival) I went to the other year. I’m not in a hurry to go back, what with Bear Essentials coming up at the end of Summer, and Southern HiBearnation (melbourne bear festival) next winter, and the fact I’m seriously considering going to both of these really shows how much I enjoyed it all I reckon.

Apart from all the Northern Exposure stuff going on, I also went to Dreamworld twice (awesome water park!), as well as going shopping in the city numerous times (bought to awesome shirts and some pants I’m now in love with), and getting along to Southbank (expensive and bad turkish food, give me Enmore Rd any day), and the Queensland Art Gallery, and the Gallery of Modern Art (big bright colouful german art!). Oh, and I acquired a mysterious foot injury the second day I was there, which left me hobbling around the place thinking I’d have to go to the hospital to have my foot x-rayed. Thankfully it was all to do with the bad shoes I’d been wearing, and the problem was helped with the purchase of really expensive inner soles at the recommendation of the chemist. Really uncomfortable inner soles, but at least it stopped  the shooting pains in my foot.

And here’s some pictures

This is Story Bridge, as seen from the river cruise.

River art! I heart public art!

Big bright coulourful german art at the GoMA

This was a huge installation, about four stories high. I loved it.

Cows at the GoMA! made from cans of corned beef

Big Brother Studio at Dreamworld. (much smaller in real life)

Inside the outside of the big brother house. They were just starting to tear it all down in preparation for the next series. Again, much smaller in real life.

Inside the Big brother house. Have you guessed by now I like big brother?

Loot! Including but not limited to; Brisbears beach towel, various gift shop paraphinalia from Dreamworld and the Art Galleries, name tag, lanyard from out accomodation, fridge magnets, bottle openers and key rings.

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If you google Monica Attard, the 18th result brings you here. It is the first result in the list that is not a news or similar such site. So, as of now, I am Monica Attard’s #1 fan on the internet! woohoo!

I hope she googles her own name sometime, and goes past the first page of results.