Now we have two girls in the house, Charlie and I have given up television rights and find our selves frequently watching Sex in the City reruns. This evening's TBS installment saw enough overdubbing to appear as if it has been directed by Bruce Lee. In any case, there was a section where one of the characters - I still haven't learnt their names - invited a man over to install her computer for her.

For the benefit of the public narrative, this is my story...

He's a Lumberjack and He's OK... Computer...

For the first two years I studied at University, I lived on campus. In my second year living on campus I received a strange invitation in my mail box to a party just off campus. A house warming. I thought I knew who the folks involved were. I thought it was a friend of mine studying Forestry, and the Forestry parties were solid beer drinking affairs. So I donned my favourite flannel shirt and prepared my six-pack of strong stout. There was a sense in the back of my mind that this party may not be the people I suspected.

I arrived at the party somewhat cautiously. My friend, Gurap, had been jumped at a strange party and I was familiar with the oddities of these kind of situations. When I arrived, I was stunned.

It was a whole lot of well-dressed, country lawyer types. I was there looking like a lumber-jack. Now normally, in Canberra, I would have called a couple of friends over and made sure the party was cleaned out of beer. After all, I knew no one there and there was no point standing around like a bored arbornist. But the whole scene had taken me a-back.

Finally I worked my way into the house. I had been standing outside, not even sipping my beer, stunned watching these interactions - after all they didn't know me and weren't going to start with Mr Red-and-White-Checks. When I got inside, off in the distance was a girl who had lived on campus the year before. But I didn't even know her name. She was the only person I knew at the party. She must have invited me.

Chilled by the whole experience I left and through a process of elimination found my Forestry friend in the phone book and went over to share my stout.

Days later, I heard that the purpose of inviting me to the party was to install a computer.

I wrote a thanks for inviting me to your party card, somewhat tongue-in-cheek. Honestly, I can't imagine inviting someone to a party to install a computer. I guess the country lawyer types needed a little nerd knowledge on site occasionally.

Good night.

It seems like the Canadian Police might be getting involved with Miss Greentree. This from Mr. Rogers, CO;

Okay, we are all tired of 'Ms. Greentree's' automotive B.S.

I traced the '800' number to an unknown business operating out of: Saskatoon, Canada.

As this 'nut' is calling me on my brand new cell phone and costing me money each and every time, I had to do something now.

I have e-mailed the Saskatoon, Canada police department and have requested they look into this matter and put a stop to it.

The e-mail address for the police department is:

police (dot) service (at) city (dot) saskatoon (dot) sk (dot) ca

I would highly recommend sending them an e-mail to help expedite resolution in this matter.

You have the info people.

Good evening.