I don't mean the jump to Mac, but rather the move from nail scissors to nail clippers.

Though it is partially Mac-related. The keyboard is made from a different plastic to our IBMs which has meant that if my nails get too long it's like running them down a blackboard, and I don't know anyone that likes that.

The last two chops I have used the clippers and now I'm a convert.

Welcome aboard Hoops!

Today Adam and I had lunch with Ian, now that he's back in Perth, and discussed how Ian might do some work with us. As of this afternoon he has a TFG email address and access (root, in some case) to our servers.

With Hale confirming that he'll be here before the end of the year (probably September, but maybe Christmas) we're set for a powerful end to the year.

To quote Evil Nine - "we have the power, we have the energy, lets get together and wreck shit."

Maggie and I are trying to make Wednesday nights a time to spend together, seeing as we're both leading quite busy (and often disconnected) lives. We've both got sport a few nights per week and we do coffee with the usual suspects on Monday. This doesn't leave much time during the week for us to spend together.

So, last night we went bolwing, and it we had a great time. The bowling alley was pretty 80/90s (you know, the cross over period) but surprisingly busy. We played two games each and thanks to the Entertainment Book we only paid for two in total. My first bowl was a strike, but I followed that up with a gutter ball, just to prove it was a fluke. I did nail a few more strikes and won both games. [Insert fist/air-pump here]

Maggie's arm was starting to hurt from the continuous bowling - with only the two of us there wasn't much of a break between goes. We played some air hockey which was a lot of fun too.

The only downside was when we came home we seemed to slot back into doing our own thing - I played some SimCity and Mags did the dishes and watched Big Brother. It got us talking about how living together really blurs the lines between when we are and aren't doing things together.

Just because we're both at the same place at the same time doesn't mean we're together.

Before we lived together we would have to spend real effort to see each other. It was a 30 minute drive and when we were together we were together. There was no computer games or housework - we did things together.

It's almost like we need hats to wear at home that say "Own Time" and "Together Time" so we can clearly distinguish what's going on. I think that's why we both had fun last night bowling because we actually made that distinction and were clearly on "Together Time."

So, my long winded question is, how do other couples that are now living together, but come from a background where they weren't (which I think is most couples) manage this problem of defining what mode they're in? The obvious answer is "communication" so I'm looking for more than that in your replies.

It's not a case of Maggie not wanting me to waste time playing video games (I hope! :) or me not wanting her to do her own thing, but rather us knowing what the other's expecting and making sure we're on the same page.

Last night I spent about 20 minutes looking for an email that I received from E*Trade when I registered. It had my account details with both them and the ANZ bank, and now that I'm looking at starting trading I wanted to get familiar with the system. But could I find it?

I searched high and low (that is, in all my mailbox folders) and it did not appear. I knew it was with another email about the transfer of my existing stock (of which I have none) to E*Trade. Then it dawned on me that it wasn't an email I was looking for but rather a real letter. I found it in my "important" pile of papers.

I always lose my wallet around the house. This morning I was dreaming that Fitzy and I went to a 50 Cent concert (but he was a younger, thinner dude that played house music and literally moved to a house, played a few tracks then took his decks and vinyl and moved onto another house - go figure) and I lost my wallet. I spent most of the dream moving back and forward between houses and clubs trying to find my wallet, that I faintly remember hiding in a bin.

Firstly my digital life was getting confused with my real life, and then my real life was getting confused with my dream life.

Let the celebration planning begin!