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So, we're slowly but surely settling in to the new place. We finally managed to get the fridge in the place by taking the fridge's handles off, then unscrewing the back door from the door frame. I have a suggestion to the powers that be that will solve everything: Make doors larger for this sort of thing.

In other news, we have things to put other things on now, so our living room looks like (here it comes...) a living room. There are still milk-crates in there, but they're largely ornamental.

On account of the moving things with boxes (and my recent online purchases), there are a large number of cardboard boxes that we had lying around. When we moved in, our recycling bin was full - and it's a full-size bin, not a little black box. They only pick up recycling once per fortnight, which meant that the first time they came to pick it up, we were able to cram about half of our stuff in there.

...then it's another two week wait while we creatively store our recyclable material around the place.

That was a while ago, now. We're still playing catch-up.

Attended Lucas and Tanja's wedding. It was quite awesome. They were all giggly during the ceremony. They're heaps married now and are on a break for a while.

Pete, Rhys and I had an awesome jam session. Rhys and Pete switched between guitar and bass, while I just sat behind the kit with my keys/compy beside me. I sometimes played both at once, which turned out better than I expected, but my attempts at using the synth to create loops and mess with them while Pete and Rhys played were not so successful. This is a skill I'll be working on. Also, it turns out both Pete and Rhys are awesome bass players, and contrary to what he says about it, Rhys is actually a decent rhythm guitarist.

The session resulted in a song that was bitchin' enough for me to remember and record later by myself.

Also went paintballing with various people from work. Having never been before, I wasn't sure what to expect (well, aside from the expectation of getting shot).

Basically what happened was, I got shot. Quite a lot. Actually, if there were an award for Person Who Took The Most Rounds In The Mouth, then I would have walked away with it. I got hit in the mouth a grand total of five times. May not sound like much, but most other people never got shot in the mouth for an entire day.

In summary - paintball is fun. Tasting paintball isn't.

I've also begun playing Fallout 3 - after many excuses, most of them involving me having a life - and am enjoying it. I'm the only person in the house who's played the first two, so I've been appreciating it on a nostalgic level as well. They've done a damn fine job in capturing the fallout universe and putting it into a first-person game.

Rhys, Craig and I were watching Dune last night. Turned into a MST3K deal, on account of the film being terrible. Much fun was had, as were the repeated mentions of tofurkey.