The race that stops a nation

I don't even live in Melbourne, but I am wearing a skirt, heels, and a fancy hat. Which is great, because I won a bottle of bubbley for the best hat in the office. And we stopped work for an hour to watch a horse race and drink and nibble. How am I supposed to get any work done this afternoon? Thank you, Melbourne Cup.

I had a flutter, without success. That's $7 I'll never see again.

Another benefit of being slightly lubricated with chilled white is that I managed to figure out how to change the settings on this blog so it shows the date and time as it actually is in my local area, which will make it easier for posting everyday for NaBloPoMo when it shows up the right time.

My computing style is just to keep pushing buttons until something works out. I am not a good one for following instructions or tutorials, it suits me better to figure things out my own way. Experimental. It does somewhat limit my capabilities, but it suits me. I feel like I am just keeping up with the wave of technology. My mum admitted that it has officially drowned her. She's out. She's given up on keeping up.

For myself, I am at the age where I can just cope. Kids these days take it all for granted, but the latest technology still amazes me.