i got a blue tooth dongle, so now i can easily transfer photos from my new phone to my computer, and can then easily upload them to my moblog (hence saving me lots of dollars, because now i dont have to send the pics by Multimedia message- YAY!). And that makes thrifty rhiannon very happy.

you, loyal reader, also benefit from this deal, because my moblog will be (hopfeully) regularly updated. more often than my webcam, it seems. heh. i'm a terrible camgirl i know!
ps- the moblog latest pic and link is in the right hand column over there *points* below the list of links.

dad and his girlfriend are in brisbane for the night- the two of them, myself and the boy went for dinner at the Brekkie Creek hotel, which is one of two famous steak places in Brisbane. The other is the Norman Hotel (aka - Brisbane's Worst Vegetarian Restaurant). I'd been there a number of times and enjoyed the food enormously. The Brekkie Creek hotel provided to have just as delicious food, but their method of calling out the orders was disgraceful. The Norman has these cool electronic beepers, that beep and flash when your meal is ready. The Brekkie Creek however, have a young woman with a terribly nasal Australian accent, screaming out names over the intercom. Not only was her voice enough to make your ears bleed, she would also speak very very loudly and very very slowly and emphasis names more and more. There were a number of people very slow pickng up their meals so as she called their names out for the second/third/tenth time she would say each name slower and more precise, her accent getting thicker and thicker (fellow aussies - it was borderline Kath & Kim). Her tone screamed "oh for fucks sake you lazy shit, stop drinking and come and pick up your meal. not that i really care since you've already paid for it, and if its cold its not my fault, just come and get it you fat piece of shit" - and with every "Mr Williams, your BBQ is ready. Mr Williams", my urge to throw my plate of food at the nearest waitress became increasingly difficult to suppress.
It really ruined the atmosphere of the place. Her nasal, bellowing voice made it impossible to hold a conversation. And I can talk over ANYTHING!

Cindy, dad and gayle are all watching the tennis at the moment. sometimes i wished i enjoyed sports more. but i cannot say i do at all. especially not tennis. ergh.

Yesterday I had to go and renew my drivers license (not that I drive but I keep renewing the license. I figure if I ever need to drive again, I'll just go and take a few lessons to brush up on my skills). Every time I had gotten a new license and new photo my dad had been with me, and every time we handed over the old one, he asked if they could give him back the photo. And he would add it to his wallet.

2 years ago when I got my new license, the photo was actually really damn good and dad had said he had first dibs on that photo when the license expired. I knew he was coming down today, and it had just expired, so I went and had it renewed yesterday. I handed over the forms and old card, and asked the young, brown-nosed employee (who obviously did everything by the book, never questioned authority) if I could have the photo because I had promised my dad I would give it to him. Holding onto my now expired card, he said "No, we don't do that anymore".

I was stunned,... and asked him why? its just a photo, i dont want the old card, just cut out the picture. He said there was some new laws that prohibited employees from doing that.

I tried to argue, in a polite way, and explain that I really wanted this photo back. What he then said, shocked me and left me speechless and so frustrated, tears welled up in my eyes (this always happens when i get emotional/start to argue. I'm not necessarily sad, but even anger can make me start to cry)

"If you had come in BEFORE it expired on the 15th, I could have stuck a sticker on the back and could have given you the whole card back..... But since it is 2 days after the expiration date, I cannot give you the card, nor the photo"

WHAT......THE.......FUCK!!!????

Now I would understand if he had said they could not give the license back because of the risk of people using expired cards to make fakes. But the fact that I could have had the whole card, photo and all, if i had come into their office 2 days prior....with nothing but a stick on it.... how does that make sense at all?

Especially when you realize that Queensland licenses have this hologram in the plastic that is used to laminate the card. I imagine the way to make a fake woudl be to carefully seperate the plastic and pull out the card and photo, make alterations/replace it with a fake, and reseal the plastic. This said, I have no idea how one would seperate said plastic, but its the hologram stuff that makes the license, and proves that its not a fake. NOT the photo. So how is cutting up the card and giving me the photo going to be a problem, or pose a risk??????

Who cares if I had come in when it was still current.... So you put a sticker on the back and return the card to me. IN TWO DAYS IT WILL BE EXPIRED, and then its no different to you giving me the expired card back.

absolutely retarded. plus i knew dad would be disappointed. I was disappointed (it really was a great photo). Suddenly the tears welling up were sadness, as well as anger. But there was nothing I could do. This smarmy cunt had my old card. I couldn't even walk out in anger. Every other teller was an older female, and I'm just sure if I had been served by any of them I could have appealed to their caring, feminine side. But not this asshole, who was young, anal, obviously never had a girlfriend. Ugly shit. I couldn't do anything except try to will the tears back inside my eyes, and try to look normal for my new photo.

The photo's not too bad. The camera seems to be closer this time, so its closer up. Not alot of head room or anything. *sigh* No photo will ever beat that old one. it was brilliant. I think i had scanned it years ago, so it might be on my PC. I COULD print it out for dad, but it just kind of defeats the whole point. meh.

It made me so upset, and for the rest of yesterday I was in a secretly foul mood. better now, but it was just so damn frustrating.

If anyone reading this knows ANYTHING about queensland transport law, I'd love to know what the reasoning is behind this absurb new 'law' that prevents giving me back my old license photo.