Greetings my friend.

I have not been using my computer much lately, which is why I have been a little remiss with works, reviews and of course this ny Diary. I have of course been working on my book, albeit very late in the evening, or should I say early in the morning, when all is quiet.

I think it was about two weeks ago that I realised that there was a problem. The Problem being that this machine was starting to dictate my day to day activities. When i rose in the morning? The first thing I would do would be to turn on the computer, check emails, eBay listings, (both buying and selling), Go into Chatroom, Chatboards and etc; followed by a little time playing Command and Conquer. These activities being interspersed with coffee breaks, cooking, washing, and eating.

When I looked at what was going on, I discovered that there was something missing fro life. That something is "LIFE" itself.

When I ponder on the slow march towards my own mortality, I see that there are other things to do. Things that I am missing out on, things like walking in the sun, making love beneath the stars, standing on the highest hill and looking out at the world, and falling in love with all that I see. Each time I look down at the patchwork of open land, or suburbia, it is like I am doing it for the first time, every time. Spring is upon us, the birds are nesting, The magpies are contesting territory with all other living things, including humans. My cat Mojo is pregnant, albeit that she often gets pregnant, but seems to not have kittens. This may have something to do with her sitting on top of the microwave, sniffing what's inside.

I should tell you about Mojo. She is a tabby, two years old, and a bit of a tease. I say tease because she will go outside when on heat, lay on her back making all the apropriate sounds and howls. When the Toms come looking, she sits and watches the fights for her favours, then promptly beats up the winner. She will then run inside and sit there where the toms can see her, quietly cleaning herself, with that smug look on her face.

She is into politics, although I'm not sure which side. We have deep and meaningful "Conversations?", about different leaders. I must say here that were she human living in the US, she would not vote for either candidate. She has similar views about our John Howard. I think she is leaning to the Left a little.

If she does not get her way? She can become quite vicious, attacking everyone but me. Which in one way is ok, not so for the other members of the family. She loves attacking feet, so maybe it has something to with my socks that puts her off.

The love of her life is our other cat named Lenin. he was so named for his habit of becoming dictatorial over where he should sit, feed, sleep, and lounge. He apears to have claimed Mojo as his own personal property. The problem there is that he is ten years old, has few teeth, is half blind, overweight, oversexed but desexed. ( Hmmm... reminds me of a few politicians I know of). I am not saying that he does not try, it just seems that it's all in the mind. A case of, "Hang on I'm trying to remember what to do here."

I seem to have digressed a little, but then i often do that, don't I?

We were discussing the living part of life. We wearn't? Ok we will.

The more i think about it, man has become the sevant of cyberspace. In the beggining it was the other way around, The computer was a tool and nothing else. But as time passed, more and more sevices bacame available on the net. Things that are aimed at keeping one online, wasting living time, doing tottaly inanae thine tsks that have no benifit in the general scheme of things.

For instance, I am sitting here doing this on a bright, warm sunny Sunday afternoon, when i should be out there doing something constuctive, like mowing the lawn. Oops, scratch that one. Anyway on considering that thought, i think i will leave for a while and go outside. maybe go for a ride to the Brisbane River for the River Festival, where my most favourite pastime is being conducted today. The International Food Fair. With over a hundred different cultures, displaying and selling their unique ciusine, All I can say is;

Fare thee well, I shall go, see, and conquer my apetite.

So until next time gentle reader, may you Gods watch over you, may your life be filled with unending love, and may your apetites be suitably satiated.