Now that I’ve got my CompactFlash card reader working, getting pictures off my digital camera is a million times easier. That makes me want to take a million more pictures. Tonight I was somehow compelled to snap the front of our refrigerator. I think you can tell a lot about a person by their fridge. (The coolest one I ever saw was my friend Kel’s, which was completely papered in beer bottle labels.) Going clockwise from the upper-left, on ours is: a calendar/menu from Trisha’s, a local Indian restaurant; a “Smile!” sticker from the Newtown Hari Krishnas, over which I have added a note reading “TAKE BUGS SNOOKUMS!” to remind him to take his probiotics; a Notre Dame postcard my Grandma sent me; a Kenner Star Wars Ewok Village postcard Max sent me; a postcard from the Bad Ass Café in Dublin, Ireland; the aerobics timetable for my gym (it’s there for the guilt factor, more than anything); a Star Wars: Attack of the Clones postcard; a Guinness magnet; a Big Ben magnet (a going away present from our London housemates); a postcard of an orangutan mother and baby that I got at London’s Natural History Museum; and a “SODOMITE” postcard that I picked up free at my gym (it’s a parody of the “Vegemite” label). Now wasn’t that interesting? What’s on your fridge?
(Yeah, I’m just blathering and navel-gazing. But it’s ten hours before my interview and I’m a little nervous.)