TGIF.

Friday night was bears night, complete with a grand turnout of at least 14 people. Tricky was having a hard time pointing out all the people he'd slept with so to make things easier I suggested he might like to point out just the people he hadnt slept with... that didnt go down too well ;-) Caught up with Rex (huggy and snoggy as ever) and wee CJ, who seemed keen on the idea of being abducted some weekend and having terrible things done to him at the BearNz residence.

Eventually I had enough beer and Rick had enough of bears drooling over him, and so it was back home to care for poor ailing Morris. Who didnt seem too sick- in fact he looked tanned and healthy, possibly from all the radiation coming off the new TV. Which is, frankly, huge. Size queens beware: after watching porn on this giant display, the real thing may seem initially disappointing.

More electrical shenanigans

Saturday dawned bright and hard. Well, hard after yours truly sleepily executed some strategic Snuggling & Grinding (tm). When we eventually got out of bed it was Morris on the roof with the telly aerial, Growler on the lawn with the magical overalls of exposure (as seen last week at Urge), and Rick mowing the lawn. After puttering about with the splitter and getting a few electric shocks, Mo found that the balun was rusted out- so a minor improvement of signal was all we got.

The boys introduced me to "terminal velocity" -Charlie Sheen in a spy movie based around skydiving. Surprisingly good, although it seemed that the more dramatic and dangerous a drop, the longer it took...

The telly's behaving a bit strangely- sometimes the picture gets a green tint, switching to progressive scan on the DVD generates a "no input" error, and once it went 'click' and the picture disappeared for a fraction of a second. Hopefully these are burn-in issues and will resolve themselves.