Over the weekend Maree’s little brother jailbroke my iphone. I did think about jailbreaking it myself but I don’t think I’m a big enough geek to know exactly what I’m doing. Thankfully Errol is a geek. You gotta love geeks.

All I really wanted to do was put a different background behind the tiles instead of the boring black background. And as you can see I’ve successfully done that, thanks to Errol, Google and another geek.

I found this kid on youtube who uploaded a video on “How to change the background image on the iPhone” and I must say I was quite impressed. I reckon the kid’s barely even 18 years old – his voice hasn’t even cracked yet and he’s already teaching the world wonders. Kid genius!

See geeks are cool!

A few weeks ago I thought I was on a lucky streak. I’d won reserved tickets to Harbourlife in the ballot, but then found out that most people who entered won as well, making me feel not so special after all.

I also won a 4Gb memory stick which was the right match for my current camera. Now it may be that I’ve never won anything before and I’m a bit of a noob, but when you win something you’d think it will arrive with a congratulations note or something of the likes. Instead it arrived with a paid tax invoice showing the total cost price of my prize.

A mere $10.23. Lame.

Maree was cooking up a storm for the Grand Final (pardon the pun), so I decided to bake a cake – a killer chocolate cake. It would have been a celebratory cake if the Eels had gotten their act together, but as it turned out it was a “let’s drown our sorrows” cake (Thank you very much Melbourne Storm).

Either way, it was a seriously deadly cake containing a full stick of butter and 2 slabs of dark chocolate. I had to give my heart a bit of a tap to make sure it was still working after eating a tiny piece. I think I enjoy making cakes more than I enjoy eating them, or maybe I just suck at making cakes. Haven’t figured that one out yet.

I don’t think I’ve seen an alcohol reading this high before. That’s like 5 times over the limit? Eek. Don’t worry it wasn’t my reading and it wasn’t the drivers reading either, the person in question will remain nameless.

The alcolizer kindly gave the following information after the reading “At this level your license would be confiscated immediately for a 3 year period”. With the double-demerit long weekend would that mean no license for 6 years? Anyway, glad we didn’t have to find out.