Am planning to port a local web community site to new forum software with a friend on Sunday. Ok, so it's not actually coding - yet. All the packages I've found so far on SourceForge aren't complete or don't do exactly what we want...
Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras
Visited Sydney for the Mardi Gras and worked as a Parade Marshall in Area 2 (ie where Channel 10's second team of cameras were set up - oops) which is right at the start of the Parade route... had a ball!
If you watched the telecast, the parade marshalls are the folks in the matching white t-shirts (this year's slogan: I'd make a great mum or dad) doing "crowd control" (ie chatting, throwing lollies, keeping an eye out for crowd crush), policing the road closure ("no, don't jump the barriers and you can't just cross the road here - we've got dykes on bikes roaring through in a minute!") and keeping people entertained generally for the two and three-quarter hours between the road closure and the start of the parade. Some of the ladies I was chatting to (in "my" crowd :) had been there since 1pm for a 7:45pm start!! It was huge fun - I got to do road closure (scary crowd surge moment) and meet people and dance for hours (The Exchange had speakers out).
It was the most political SGLMG Parade I've seen in years -- the whole "mum/dad" thing in the slogan refers to current attempts at law reform to NSW family law to allow people to adopt and co-parent their partner's children.
The Party was quieter than in previous years but I think it was better organised. Maybe it felt quiet because I was there without a girlfriend for the first time ever (!) and hanging with a fairly large group of friends at a party with tens of thousands of other people (no exaggeration) gets a bit unwieldly... so Karen and I took off to explore the rest of the pavillions, dykebar, wandered round generally and left pretty early (4am I think though friends claim sighting us at Operations closer to 5:30 :) I'd have liked to stay til closing (10am) but Karen was dead on her feet and I figured that the rest of my mates were marshalling (again!) by then so I walked her home.
No post-mardi-gras hangover!! Amazing.