Sunday, December 30, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
(if it turns out not to be the case someone tell me soon)
BBQ, our place.
Turn up anytime after 11am with your leftovers, drinks and dead animal. We will supply some bread and sausages and maybe some salad. It's probably not wise to cater too much... It's not like any of us have a chance to be underfed at this time of year.
We'll have the sunshade, sandpit and wading pool set up for toddler entertainment.
RSVP if you feel you need to.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? roaming free in my imagination
Your hair? clean and straight
Your mother? Life sucking demon from the nether regions of hell. Oh and fat, I forgot to say fat.
Your father? Bald
Your favourite item? Kinder Surprise Fireman's safe
Your dream last night? Long, involved and assisted by barbiturates
Your favourite drink? James' G&T
Your dream car? one that comes with a chauffeur
The room you are in? Office
Your ex? drunk
Your fear? dead children
What do you want to be in 10 years? On my country property, feeding my chooks
Who did you hang out with last night? G and AJ
What you’re not? tall
The last thing you did? made a cuppa
What are you wearing? heels (I'd hate my work mates to find out I'm not tall)
Your favourite book? To kill a mocking bird or Jane Eyre or any other droll read
Last thing you ate? Arrowroot biccy
Your life? A little on the dull side
Your mood? mild
Your friends? Absent
What are you thinking about right now? Xmas drinks in 5 minutes
Your car? Functioning
What are you doing at the moment? Waiting for drinkies to start
Your summer? pleasant
Your relationship status? On going
What is on your TV? Many remotes
When is the last time you laughed? Last night when G told me about the Santa at Frankston Myer who had a coronary and the child had to be pryed from his rigid arms. How much therapy is that kid gunna need?
Where is your mobile phone? Handbag
Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? Non-existent (husband existent)
Your hair? Flat
Your mother? Well
Your father? Heaven
Your favourite item? Children
Your dream last night? Forgotten
Your favourite drink? Lemon
Your dream car? Free
The room you are in? Office
Your ex? History
Your fear? Accidents
What do you want to be in 10 years? Happy
Who did you hang out with last night? Rellies
What you’re not? Slender
The last thing you did? Type
What are you wearing? Blue
Your favourite book? Interesting
Last thing you ate? Salad
Your life? Hectic
Your mood? Good
Your friends? Fabulous
What are you thinking about right now? Christmas
Your car? Dusty
What are you doing at the moment? Working (Ha!)
Your summer? Hot
Your relationship status? Steady
What is on your TV? Flags
When is the last time you laughed? Yesterday
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it.. don't
waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart
will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of
your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.
Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and
corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an
efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat
chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And
a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine,
that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of
the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!
Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one.
If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.
Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular
A: Can't think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!! .... Foods are fried these days in vegetable
oil. In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more ve getables be
bad for you?
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You
should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best
feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!
Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had
about food and diets.
"Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of
arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in
sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly
used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO HOO, What a Ride"
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on
nutrition and health It's a relief to know the truth after all those
1. The Japanese eat very little fat
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Aussies.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Aussies.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Aussies.
4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Aussies.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats
and suffer fewer heart attacks than Aussies.
Eat and drink what you like.
Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Wrapping paper or gift bags?
Wrapping paper. Cheap and cheerful and I actually really like the ripping sound it makes. Also, you can't peek in and see what's in there easily.
Real tree or Artificial?
Artificial. It's just easier.
When do you put up the tree?
When I can be bothered getting it out of the garage, blowing all the dust off and putting it together. So far this year it's still in the garage.
When do you take the tree down?
Do you like eggnog?
I've never tried it, but the fact that you can get it in a carton worries me.
Favorite gift received as a child?
A red pushbike.
Do you have a nativity scene?
No, that would be really hypocritical, and the cat would probably eat the baby Jesus.
Hardest person to buy for?
Easiest person to buy for?
The kids. The only problem is how to stop.
Mail or email Christmas cards?
I'm not even organised enough to email Xmas cards. Consider yourselves wished a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Worst Christmas gift you ever received?
Favorite Christmas Movie?
When do you start shopping for Christmas?
Usually about 4 weeks out. Then I get fed up with the crowds and buy everyone a book.
Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?
No, I don't think so.
Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?
Baked meat, anything ham, Christmas pudding, the list is endless.
Clear lights or colored on the tree?
We have some coloured ones but they are too much of a cat and toddler magnet so usually we hide them.
Favorite Christmas song?
Little Drummer Boy by some rock band I can never remember. I think they also did "Old Time Rock and Roll".
Travel at Christmas or stay home?
Usually travel. Queensland this year, NZ the next. After that I'm planning to bugger off somewhere with just hubby and the kids.
Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer?
How many of them are there again. Um, Donner and Blitzen, Dasher and Dancer, someone and Prancer, Rudolph. Is that all of them?
Angel on the tree top or a star?
Badly made aluminium foil star.
Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning?
Christmas morning. Unless it's bed linen (for toddlers, I ask you!)
Most annoying thing about this time of year?
Musak christmas carols. Closely followed by "Can I open a present yet? Can I open this one?"
Favorite ornament theme or color?
Whatever I can find in the garage.
Favorite for Christmas dinner?
Roast, vegies, plum pudding, ice cream, custard, pavlova. The whole eating far too much on a stinking hot day and sleeping it off all afternoon.
What do you want for Christmas this year?
A peaceful and safe drive to Qld and back.
I was the passenger in a car being driven at pace through suburban streets. By Harry. Who coincidentally was playing euphonium to a speaker phone in order to pass a music exam. His right hand was in the bell of his euphonium, french horn style (oo err), right elbow out the open window, leaving only his left to deal with steering, gear selection (manual car, or course) and instrumental fingering (oo errier).
Think I'll walk next time thanks Haz.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
1. Are you dating the last person you kissed?
No, the last person I kissed was my son.
2. Pretend you've had ten beers. What would you be doing right now?
Having my stomach pumped.
3. What do you want?
Children who eat vegetables.
4. Who was the last person you shared a bed with?
My husband, baby daughter, and at least one cat.
5. Do you talk to yourself?
Occassionally, when I need some adult conversation.
6. Do you drink milk straight from the carton?
No, I'm the Mummy.
7. Who knows the latest secret about you?
No idea, I've forgotten it myself.
8. How long is your hair?
Just a little bit too long.
9. Do you like Batman?
Yes, even though he threw out the lovely socks I gave him.
10. Who was the last person who told you they loved you?
The cat. I suspect he wanted to be fed.
11 and 12 seem to be missing.
13. Do you like anyone now?
Lots of people.
14. When was the last time you lied?
Yesterday, probably. Or maybe not...
15 is off somewhere with 11 and 12.
16. Is your birthday on a holiday.
17. What instant messaging service do you use?
Luddites are us.
18. Last thing you cooked today?
A cup of tea at morning tea time.
19. Did you have a nap today?
No but I had a lovely nap yesterday, thanks for asking.
20. Whose house did you go to last?
The neighbours to collect our cat who had miaowed outside their window all night.
21. What do you wear more jeans or sweats?
22. Why is the sky blue?
Don't you have Google?
23. Do you like green beans?
24. Do you swear a lot?
In particular circumstances.
25. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?
26 is also awol.
27. Do you use an alarm clock?
No I have children.
28. Where was your default MySpace picture taken?
29. Do you snort when you laugh?
Occassionally. It's not pretty.
30. What's the first thing you notice on the opposite sex?
31. Is cheating ever okay?
Depends what you are cheating on.
32. Do you want someone you can't have?
See no. 3.
33 has buggered off too.
34. Do you wear underwear.
Yes, I am not Brittney.
35. Do you wear a bra?
36. What size?
37. Are you a social or antisocial person?
Depends what time of day, well a lot of factors really.
38 who knows?
39. Do you have a tan?
Not if I can help it.
40-44 can the person who made this meme count?
45. Are you afraid of the dark?
No, although occassionally of things in it.
46 nope, I'm guessing they failed counting
47. Did you miss someone today.
Yep, bastard was too quick for me. Maybe tomorrow.
48 how did they make it past kindergarten?
49. Do you still have pictures of you and your ex's.
50. Who's always there for you now matter what?
Who else wants to play?
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Oh the joy that is French and Saunders!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
but if you can't throw back your head and crow at the dawn of a new beginning, when do you get to crow?
I heart Keating.
It was tempting to quote the whole article but I'll just give you the tastiest bit -
He said Mr Howard's social agenda had damaged the country, and he had mis-stated his government's economic performance.
"Saturday night's victory was not just a victory for the Labor Party; it was also a victory for those Liberals like Malcolm Fraser, Petro Georgiou and Judi Moylan, who stood against the pernicious erosion of decent standards in our public affairs," Mr Keating wrote.
"The Liberal Party of John Howard, Philip Ruddock, Alexander Downer and Peter Costello is now a party of privilege and punishments. One that lacks that most basic of wellsprings: charity."
Mr Keating said Mr Howard had not taken advantage of the economy's growth or the improvement in relations with country's like Indonesia.
"In the end, Howard didn't understand how great his opportunity was and how it could not be advanced by regressive and reactionary policies fuelled by social exclusion and division," Mr Keating said.
"Let us hope the Liberal Party purges itself of its reactionary majority, for Australia cannot afford another prime minister like John Howard."
Monday, November 26, 2007
I'm distcinctly bad at writing in full senstences so all I shall say is
there was enough Turkey to feed a small army
There were a billion children running up and down the hallway
There was election watching
There was mashed potatoe and corn and salad and everything...all to justify the meal as healthy and distract others from the amount of turkey you had on your plate.
There was Chardonnay being sipped
There were desserts and cupcakes.
There was the talking to Coz n Ob using the magic of the interwebs...made the day seem a bit nicer to be able to chat to them or hear their voices drift in from the other room.
There was much fun and frivolity and It always makes me kinda thankful I have such triffic friends.
oh and there was Team Turkey!!
(blame Snerg for the shirts)
(lots and lots and lots of thanks to megzz and snerg for letting me have this huuuge 'cunning plan' at their house and the getting of the turkeys and the having to deal with the mess and everything! The turkey gods smile upon you)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I heart Antony Green.
to quote the ABC website -
Antony has worked on ABC election coverages for 18 years. He has worked on every federal, state and territory election since his first election with the ABC in Queensland in 1989. He has appeared regularly on camera since the 1993 Federal election, when he was the first to call the return of the Keating government. In all Antony has covered almost 40 election nights with the ABC. The 2007 federal election will be the seventh he has covered.
Antony has a Bachelor of Science in mathematics and computing, and a Bachelor of Economics with honours in politics. Before joining the ABC he worked as a data analyst in the computing industry, and for a polling company. Antony designed the ABC's current election night computer system, which has set new benchmarks in the speed and accuracy of result calls.go Team Nerd!
that is all.
Postscript: apparently he was at the same school as a few of ForBattle! people. go Team Uber Nerd!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
" Yes, you read it correctly. Despair is offering all U.S. customers a chance to purchase anything and everything their hearts desire without having to pay a shipping fee- provided you spend at least $20 dollars on your order. Just use the coupon code "freeshipping" on any order placed between now and the end of November. (International customers are being afforded a separate and exciting money-saving opportunity, detailed at the end of this promotion...)"
And at the end of the mail...
" ** International customers- fear not! - Though we're not extending this particular promotion to those living outside the United States, we've nevertheless engineered- with the help of the Federal Reserve and the profligate deficit spending of the US Government - an exciting discount opportunity! For the foreseeable future, we've arranged for your foreign currencies to be greatly inflated in purchasing power against the US Dollar! That's right, no matter whether you hold Euros, Canadian Dollars, Kiwis, Rubles or even the wimpy little Slovakian koruna- you can buy unprecedented amounts of American made junk, thanks to the amazing benefits of the Henry Poulson's Flaccid Dollar Policy. So go ahead, indulge to your heart's content- knowing all the while that you're saving a fortune, even while those of us in the states are hoarding food, gold and lead and preparing ourselves for hyperinflation! Like we didn't have enough to worry about! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "
I also like the new slogan.... "We're not satisfied unless you're not satisfied."
www.despair.com I think they are terrific.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
"It is illegal to avoid telling the tax man anything you do not want him to know, but legal not to tell him information you do not mind him knowing ". Although the next time I am in Scotland I might randomly ask to use someone's bathroom and see what happens.
I know we have some strange ones as well, like a pub is obliged to feed and stable your horse, and it is legal to urinate in public on the left rear wheel of your car (one presumes men only, although... ). Sydney University used to have a bylaw that if you turned up to exams with your sword (and possibly spurs) you they were obliged to provide you with a pint of ale during the exam. This got repealed when someone tried it.
What are the other strange laws we have that are still hanging around? I'm tempted to say "like prohibiting gay marriage" but I'm sure we are all getting enough political toing and froing this week.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Found in Mum-In-Laws pantry. Could be 2 years old, could be 50. Rob is cooking it now, I can smell it as I type.
Damn shame I didn't see this before I sent the care package...which probably hasn't arrived yet so shhhhhh....
It's meant to be a surprise for Turkey Day.
Unfortunately it can be hard to determine, with all the political spin, towing of the party line soundbites and media manipulation, which government is the one you want. More importantly, in a democracy based on electorates you are really voting for your local candidate, no matter how much the two major parties are trying to convince you that this is a presidential style election.
So, how do you sort out your extreme left candidate, from your save the children and families christian candidate, and what do they really think about nuclear power, spending on education, and the state of health care? Bring on a brilliant idea by Get Up! the "How should I vote?" page. You answer 20 questions about various issues. They have rung your local candiates with the same 20 questions. This then generates a list of the candidates that share your views on those issues. Maybe, one day, we might get better representative democracy. This can only be a good step in that direction.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Friday, November 09, 2007
I want my laptop to start with a key!
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Anyway, I figured the I-Robot story was just science fiction and I'd never see commercialy available humanoid robots in my life time. Then I saw this:
Honda has gotten to this from nothing in 20 years. I expect I'll be alive in another 20 years so maybe I will own a household robot one day.
For a more detailed look at Asimo's abilities, check this out.
Friday, November 02, 2007
plus this -
plus this -
The idea is those with the money or connections can access this secret highly illegal facility where they can basically fulfill their greatest fantasies. Most people assume that means sex—and on an occasion it does, because that is a lot of people's fantasies—but it's basically scenarios. They can basically reenact scenarios of romance, adventure or anything perfectly, because they become the person that you want them to be—they become that person. They don't act like that person, they are not a robot pretending, they become that person, and then they forget all about it. The problem is the character of Echo, Eliza Dushku's character, stops forgetting. She doesn't completely remember, but she does realize she is a person, and that she might have been a person before she did this, and she doesn't know what that is.
equals Harry wetting himself.*
it's called Dollhouse.
there's also a post and thread on Whedonesque.
you know it's going to be good, so you know it's going to be canned, but at least there's going to be seven episodes. seven! that's almost whole DVDs-worth! ForBattle will never leave the house!
* and I mean that in a caring, supportive way.
probably more supportive once he's changed his pants.
Very fitting for some Halloween pictures I took last night. I got home at 7pm from work after getting up at 4:30am so was very tired and not really in the Halloween spirit. But did mange to drag myself out with Rob and co. My costume was dog drool covered cargo pants and a pop lid plastic bottle of white wine.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
We’ll kick off around 11am continuing through until nap time (2ish)
And even though it’s gruesomely late notice we would be completely stoked to see you……
If you feel the urge to buy a present: AJ likes sparkling whites, crisp chardies and Versace. Or planes, trains, automobiles, Bob the builder, Fireman Sam, Postman Pat or any other bloke with a job.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me; the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.
You cannot give me too much work; to accumulate work has almost become a passion with me; my study is so full of it now, that there is hardly an inch of room for any more. I shall have to throw out a wing soon.
And I am careful of my work, too. Why, some if the work that I have by me now has been in my possession for years and years, and there isn’t a finger-mark on it. I take a great pride in my work; I take it down now and then and dust it. No man keeps his work in a better state of preservation than I do.
But, though I crave for work, I still like to be fair. I do not ask for more than my proper share.
But I get it without asking for it – at least, so it appears to me – and this worries me.
From “Three men in a Boat”, Jerome K. Jerome, Chapter 15.
First published 1889.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
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Sunday, October 14, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Tina and I picked mulberries today. And as you can see certain small creatures enjoyed it.
As you are probably aware, I have a cunning plan that involves invading Mindy's place in January to visit the Blueberry Farm.
But we thought we'd look up what was available locally. There is a place in Bilpin that does pick-your-own nectarines and plums for $3.50 per kg. They are open the first weekend in December.
So who's up for a morning in an orchard?
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Nightwatch was the first and it was fluxxing awesome.
It opens here on October the 18th.
The plot revolves around Tamerlane the Kazakh warlord. So read up on your Tamerlane/Timor the Lame history and myths associated with his burial ie whoever dug up his bones would be invaded (The Russians did and Operation Barbarossa started the next day); and if his was reinterred properly the invaders would be defeated. His reburial coincided with the surrender of the German Sixth Army at Stalingrad, and from then on Jerry was in retreat.
Monday, October 08, 2007
not just groovy... McGroovy (but not in a golden arches kind of way, thank goodness, although if these were in a happy meal I reckon we'd all be sorely tempted)!
the site also has totally cool plans to make stuff out of cardboard boxes, like castles and spaceships. have a browse. click your tongue at Mr McGroovy's assertions that his box rivets are better than duct tape. hey, McGroovy, I like your product but duct tape... I thought that was sacred? ;-)
cross-posted at ForRattle! with the big piccy of the cardboard castle.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Friday, October 05, 2007
This has got to be about the stupidest ad I've ever seen. So stupid, in fact, that I felt the need to share my pain with you, lucky listeners. Sure, its for an free on-line computer game, so its written by 14-year-olds for 14-year-olds, but still, lets recap the design meeting down at the playground:
"It should have a naked chick on it!"
"Yeah! With ENORMOUS titties!"
"And we can write 'Free to play' between her legs... *snicker*"
"But we still need a name for our game..."
I haven't looked at the game to see if its really as lame as the ad sets it up to be; somehow I'm not much interested in getting into the character - either way - of a multiplayer game based on someone dressed like a ho and nicknamed Nora of the Pox.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
When we were in Melbourne for Jake's wedding we visited Casa Iberica and
 New paella pan from Spain (deeper than the last one but made of mild steel, rather than stainless, and considerably cheaper).
 Drinking chocolate, made by Nestle but imported from Mexico.
 Chippotle chiles in a can, from Mexico (Jake introduced me to this smoky, spicy treat).
 Paella seasoning from Spain.
 Piri Piri sauce from Portugal.
So the plan, and as a bit of a homage to Rob and Coz, is to have Paella followed by Settlers of Catan. In deference to the wee ones we were thinking of a lunchtime affair, like turn up at 11:00, get fed by 12:00 and play some settlers.
I suspect there will be enough of us that we can do some child minding swaps while the games are on.
So, who's in?
P.S. You don't have to have kids to come along : )
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Uncanny, It what i have been bitching about for years.
I need to add Head Jacks, Zepplins and Living on the Moon
This T-shirt i need. Title ' This Is How The World Ends'
Threadless...oh and this one
and many others.
Anyone need anything, let me know. Can buy and ship in exchange for Mint Slices.
We now return you - and your slightly less geeky non-gamer compatriots - to your regularly scheduled religious peanut butter debate (huh? Man those guys are weird...)
Friday, September 28, 2007
Brenda is known tangentially to me through a friend in Chicago, Phineas. She has an amazing collection of vintage pin-up, the pictures are great and she fills out the historio-artistic background.
This incidentally is one of the reasons (there are lots) why the whole "cult of the amateur" snobbery about blogs is so ill-conceived -- I have access now to expertise on topics I never even knew existed, pre Web 2.0. I've also been enjoying Mad Men (which will be on free TV in Australia, like, never so get downloading) so overall am really grooving to that 50s/60s aesthetic.
The reason behind the blog is to mobilise teh innertubes to vote for Brenda in a competition to win USD20,000. Watch her video. If you feel inclined you should VOTE -- unless you feel inclined to vote for one of the others in which case you absolutely under no circumstances should vote. Either way, go look at the pretty laydeez anyway.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
is a cool project that I'm sure I've mentioned on here before. Because the project is great.... and because I want one! Well they've announced that they are in fact going to make them available; you buy two, keep one and donate the other. Woot! Apparently its going to happen in November, for North America only. Now most of you dont live in North America, but you know someone who does - if anyone is really keen let me know and we'll see what we can do.
I believe it started with megzz post about Home on the Strange, which lead me to Questionable Content and Something Positive .
I then discovered Sheldon and Perry Bible Fellowship.
It was then a short link from my warcrack guild's forum to Dark Legacy and Looking For Group.
One of them mentioned Ryan Estrada and I got told about GU.
I thought that I was done, but no! I've now found PvPonline.
I'm so doomed!!!!!
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Peter Corris: The January Zone, Deal Me Out.
Frances Fyfield: The Nature of the Beast.
Ngaio Marsh: Swing, Brother, Swing; Last Ditch, Grave Mistake.
Barbara Nadel: Petrified.
Barbara Vine: King Solomon's Carpet.
Margaret Yorke: The Cost of Silence, Mortal Remains.
And because I have never read it: John Steinbeck The Grapes of Wrath.
All are paper backs and vary from reasonable to good condition. We also got a few magazines and Charlie found one on Steam Trains which he bought because he associates them with Thomas the Tank Engine. Total cost: $50.50. Bargain.
Unfortunately due to low tolerance of book fairs by our children we weren't able to spend hours browsing as we'd have like to. But still the next one is in Autumn so we can plan ahead.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
And I am so sad to be on the wrong side of the planet to see it with you lot.
Feast your eyes...
and just cos she's so gorgeous...
I can't wait!
So I propose the following...
Sat 24th November for Turkey Day the directors cut. Daen will add authenticity to the event with his passport from the nation of turkey-worship and I think I may have conned megzz & snerg into holding it at their house.
Sat 15th December for Torby's second birthday (well real just an excuse to come over and eat fairy bread and burn meat.
mark them in your diaries now peoples (and let me know what else is planned)
"It's one thing to run out of interesting things to say - but what if you didn't have anything interesting to say in the first place?
Writing this blog has felt a bit like that over the past three and a bit years. I've showcased my ignorance, my naievety, my prejudices, my desires. I've straddled the fine line between famewhoring and anonymity like a confused puppy, and had to deal with the consequences.
I have grown up through this blog and learned many things about myself through writing it (then going back and judiciously editing). But walking away is long overdue. I'm not impressing anybody by continuing, and there is no point in doing so. This blogging caper has run its course, for me at least.
Why? This isn't fun, challenging or exciting anymore. And I don't feel what I've written here previously is representative of who I am today. Hence, I've deleted most of the posts.
I'd like to apologise to any people I've bewildered or offended over the years - except Nigel. He can still go and fuck himself."
We are having a book party to celebrate Dafydd's first novel- Eaglehawk
It will be held at Banjo Books Unit 4/ 2 Oxford St Epping 2121
Sunday the 14th of October from 2-4pm.
This is after the Star gazing event, we are trying not to clash.
If you are interested in coming or would like to get a copy of the book then leave an RSVP at email@example.com before the 25th of September.
(and it's a nice cafe too...)
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
How good one feels when one is full – how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained. One feels so forgiving and generous after a substantial and well-digested meal – so noble-minded, so kindly-hearted.
It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions. After eggs and bacon, it says, “Work!” After beefsteak and porter, it says, “Sleep!” After a cup of tea (two spoonfuls for each cup, and don’t let it stand more than three minutes), it says to the brain, “Now, rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature and into life; spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity!”
After hot muffins, it says, “Be dull and soulless, like a beast of the field – a brainless animal with listless eye, unlit by any ray of fancy, or of hope, or fear, or love, or life.” And after brandy, taken in sufficient quantity, it says, “Now, come, fool, grin and tumble, that your fellow-men may laugh – drivel in folly, and splutter in senseless sounds, and show what a helpless ninny is poor man whose wit and will are drowned, like kittens, side by side, in half an inch of alcohol.”
We are but the veriest, sorriest slaves of our stomach. Reach not after morality and righteousness, my friends; watch vigilantly your stomach, and diet it with care and judgment. Then virtue and contentment will come and reign within your heart, unsought by any effort of your own; and you will be a good citizen, a loving husband, and a tender father – a noble, pious man.
From “Three men in a Boat”, Jerome K. Jerome, Chapter 10.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
The Defence Department is urging war veterans and historical groups to write in and tell them why they deserve a free decommissioned Leopard Tank.
A life-time supply of bottle tops will be given to the best letter in response. O. And a tank.
And got really excited by all the new soft toys!
There was a polar bear and a hippo and a big elephant. And a hedgehog and baby, and a fox with baby, and a giraffe.
I was seriously tempted to buy one of everything, but I limited myself to a set of three little mice.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
carry on, and don't forget to enroll and/or update your details!
here's the current GetUp Enrollment Campaign -
Voting Is The Best Revenge! "The Federal Government has passed extraordinary legislation that will close the rolls for new voters at 8pm on the very night the election is officially called - known as issuing a writ. Last Federal Election, the AEC received a total of 423,975 enrolment cards in the week between the announcement and the close of rolls. 78,816 of those were new enrolments. But this time people won't get that chance."
and this is the direct link from the Australian Electoral Commission's website where you can check your enrollment details - https://oevf.aec.gov.au/
I have always believed it is both a privilege and a duty to have the right, and the opportunity, to vote. don't waste yours!
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Well, I'm determined that it will be finished before sprogling turns 1.
I love it when a plan comes together. I've been sewing together all the bits I have... and here's a picture.
You might notice a few gaps... like H, K, M, N, P, U, V, Y and 3 spare squares (probably will be birth stats and the numbers pi and e)
If you were assigned one of these missing squares, you officially have one month to get it done or else I'll give it to someone else or just do it myself. The letter U was completed but is M.I.A. Apparently it went to Fight Club and was never seen again. Could people please have a look for it if you can?
I'll contact all the relevant people personally to remind them but I thought everyone else might like to see how it's coming along.
He is microchipped. But neither the vet nor the pound could get a reading off it. The RSPCA said sometimes it happens, which doesn't help much. So now he has a lovely red collar and will soon have a tag with his name, address and phone number on it. I did consider getting him a diamente collar in the hope that he would be too embarrassed to go outside, but at $4.92 I suspect the diamentes would have fallen off pretty quick.
So he is back home now, I can stop feeling guilty that I adopted him and not someone who would have kept him inside, and will be staying in for at least another week. I do wonder if eventually he will just keep returning to the neighbours place and we will end up handing him over. We will see. At least we will know he has a good home. And the moral of the story: talk to the neighbours. If we'd told them we had a new cat when we went to borrow an egg we would have saved ourselves a week of misery.
Friday, September 07, 2007
This is a set of photos strung together, one taken every 10 paces of a walk up the hill. Its a bit spastic, but it gives you the general idea. And then it needed music - I wanted Wish You Were Here, but thats about 5 minutes too long and our CDs havent arrived yet. This ones a good un too, and just about the right length.
1) a hero.
2) Rob's Hardhat, item of the week at The Rob Store - The place to get all your Rob needs.
4) a job.
5) a job he really loves.
6) a professional profile on LinkedIn, in the name of Rob Needs.
8) TO SHUT HIS GOB.
10) Most of all Rob needs Jesus. Rob needs a BREAKTHROUGH in the Spirit !!!
...well there ya go. Google doesn't know everything then.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
So Friday found me and the kids back again. Charlie went through the door first and as I followed I heard a crash and turned thinking "Oh god what's he done". Bad Mummy. The sound I had heard was a cat called Garfunkel jumping down onto the floor and throwing himself against the metal door of his cage, smooching and purring madly. I took this as a good sign. A quick look at the other cats showed that there were no other contenders for the post of third pussy cat at our house, so we went into the meeting room with Garfunkel to see how he reacted to us. After investigating for some minutes he deigned to twine himself past the kids, much to their delight, and play with some toys. We decided to adopt him then and there.
Of course all this was taking place while I was supposed to be on my way to somewhere else, so I was already a little stressed about being late. The time it took to do the paperwork stressed me more, but as it turns out it was lucky we got it done then and not later. Finally the paperwork was done and I arranged to pick up Garfunkel before 5pm that afternoon. "Call if you can't make it back today and you can collect him tomorrow" the nice RSPCA lady said, words of advice I should have heeded. But anyway, off we went to swimming lessons with Charlie, who after some upset, had a lovely time. Even better I had bought Gemma's swimmers and she had a paddle in the pool as well, then a big tantrum when I pulled her out so we could get changed and go to pick up Garfunkel. It was 4.26pm and I was in Belconnen. The RSPCA was about a 20 minute drive away, allowing for roadworks which seem to have spread all over Canberra like a rash at the moment. After much wriggling and mucking around we were finally dawdling (Charlie) back to the car. In we went and off to the RSPCA. We arrived at 4.48pm in plenty of time to pick up Garfunkel. Then there was more mucking around as they found out what it was that the vet had him eating (prescription cat food!), I bought a bag of it (luckily he likes ordinary cat food) and Garfunkel was bought down in a cardboard carrying box ready to take home. I put Gemma in the car and the nice reception lady bought Garfunkel outside for me so I could put him in the car.
My first mistake was not to bring my own cat carrier. Had I thought to do this I could have saved myself so much stress. My second mistake was to put the seatbelt through the handles of the cardboard carrier. Things went downhill from there. Within 5 minutes of leaving the RSPCA Garfunkel had his paws out through one of the breathing holes in the cardboard carrier, and was making room for his head. When his head popped out I pushed it back in, while driving, and stuffed my jumper in the hole. Being a rather intelligent cat he simply did the same on the other side of the box, which I couldn't reach and busted out of that sucker. So now I had a stressed cat loose in the car. I pulled over and tried to get him back in the box, but he wasn't having it. He jumped up onto the parcel shelf in the backseat and stayed there, panting. So I was faced with a choice, sit in Canberra and wait for ??? to happen or drive home to Yass and hope for the best. I decided on the latter course and set off. As I wasn't thinking straight I ended up trying to get down Northbourne Avenue on a Friday afternoon, which is probably the closest Canberra ever gets to a traffic jam. By now people were starting to notice that a large cat was sitting on the parcel shelf of my car. I saw one man break into a huge amazed grin like a child who has just opened the best present ever, several people pulling in behind me to look at the cat, and one driver with a camera phone taking photos. I just hoped that she wasn't sending them to the RSPCA. At this point Garfunkel decided to come back into the front seat, but my attempt to push him into the passenger footwell, after grappling with the carrier box so that I could use it to seal him in, made him retreat to the relative safety of the passenger shelf again. Whenever I went above 60km an hour he got nervous, which didn't bode well for the trip home down the Barton Hwy.
As Canberra traffic often does, the road cleared a couple of blocks onto Northbourne and we travelled fairly smoothly onto the Barton. People continued to swing in behind me to check out the cat. I continued to check the rear vision mirror to make sure he was staying put. Luckily, it started to get dark and he calmed down considerably and the drive home was much less fraught. It's not much fun driving and wondering if the cat is going to dart under your feet and cause you to crash at 100km an hour. Finally we were home, and with a new problem - one cat loose in the car, and no way to get him safely into the house. I took a chance and leaped out of the car and opened the garage. Then Garfunkel and I eyed each other as I tried to time my entry back into the car so I could get it into the garage before he could get out of the car. He must have been a bit groggy from the trip because I beat him in before he leapt out. Now things were a bit easier, as he could escape into the garage, which he did, but he couldn't get out of the garage and escape into the night. This time I pulled down one of the cat carriers I should have taken to Canberra and attempted to put him in it. He did not want to go. After several attempts I ended up tipping him in head first. Then I took him into the house.
I put his carrier down in the laundry and, still not thinking clearly, went to close the blinds in the house as it was dark. While I was doing that Charlie let Garfunkel out. This is not the recommended way of introducing a new cat to the existing cats in the family. I then dashed into the loungeroom and grabbed Garfunkel before he blundered into Nefertiti and started WW3. He was then put safely into the spare room for the night. The next day we let him out to meet the other two, with much hissing and yowling (from them). Garfunkel however, acted much like a young guy in a bar who won't take no for an answer. He just kept hanging around and tormenting them as if to say 'You're a cat, I'm a cat therefore we must be friends'. It seems that persistence is beating resistance. Hostilities have almost ceased, although the other two do try to escape outside when possible. We have kept the cat flap locked so far because he needs time to acclimatise. But once he's had a week he is free to wander around during the day. He will just need to learn to use a cat flap.
We have a bunch of chinese food containers of various shapes and sizes. We also have a lot of square Gladware containers - a slightly more up market version of disposable plastic. Plus we have a bunch of glass bottle of about 2 litre capacity.
I also have a tree full of lemons - not storage containers but please come take them away too. Well they are a storage container for lemon juice.... not particularly reusable. Unless you have gelato and then they are pretty handy....
But I digress. If you need containment, then speak up now!
Friday, August 24, 2007
1. sproglings of ForBattle crowd and associates
2. spogling of singing friend
3. best friend and brother of other singing friend
4. ex-co-worker who shares the same year too.
It's also the anniversary of the Vesuvius eruption that covered Pompei.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Since starting uni at Macq U a few years ago I've been passing this building on the bus up there. It's the
I understand I am not the target audience (women who give a shit) but I cannot shake the feeling there is something rather wrong about their motto. They seem quite proud of it, including it on their website and all. So perhaps it is me. I know that in Hollywood and the like they have botox parties, perhaps it is also a fad amongst the Pretty People to have ... Epidermis Parties. In which you nibble on of exfoliate like so many bowls of peanut M&Ms.
I don't use any product other than soap and, while I don't feel any desire to eat my skin neither does it repel me. If I spill sweet lemon gelato on my forearm, I'll happily lap it up, unconcerned about the hygiene. Nontheless, I do not at all see how 'skin good enough to eat' is a persuasive slogan. "Skin good enough for some playful biting after a few wines." That's marketing genius. Is it a common fantasy though that people want their skins eaten? Like, devoured, chomped up and swallowed?
I do not get it at all.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
From the Guardian:
George Bush's plans to establish a European missile defence system suffered a big setback today when a Congressional committee slashed most of the funding.
The budget cuts are part of $3.5bn that the committee has slashed from the overall defence budget, which now stands at $459bn. (emphasis mine).
As well as reducing the budget, Congress is shifting priorities from futuristic programmes to more immediate concerns, such as improved healthcare for soldiers returning from Iraq and Afghanistan, pay rises for soldiers and marines, and much-needed weaponry for Iraq such as the heavily-armoured Stryker vehicles.
Now don't get me wrong; I heartily approve. But slashed? Try mildly nicked. 3.5 out of 459 BILLION does not a slashing make - its about 3/4 of a percent. I hate grandstanding politicians. I hate hyperbolising reporters. The Guardian is better than most, but still...
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sitting in the pub on Saturday night I discovered that my purse had been stolen out of my bag *sigh* What fun! So I call the bank to cancel my credit card and discover it's been used. FECK! Oh wait... just $24 at 7/11 and a $9 taxi fare. Phew! So we do all the official stuff and head off to see if my purse has been discarded anywhere (we found it and most of the contents at the taxi rank thank god), and decide to drop in at the 7/11.
"Oh I remember her. She bought two packets of Winfield Blue"
My credit card was stolen by a Bogan. A local Bogan (a $9 taxi fare doesn't get you very far!).
Total damage for the night
- ~$35 charge on credit card that I should get back. pffft, nothing really.
- $50 cash
- coin purse Dad gave me from Thailand
- hayfever meds (so totally a Bogan)
- a hangover (Hrothers, Mayela, Ailis, Helen, Snerg and I were the last people in the pub when we left at 3am. Totally hardcore)
- my pride. Winnie Blues, how embarrasment!
Friday, July 13, 2007
The British army denies it has released man eating badgers in Iraq.
"We can categorically state that we have not released man-eating badgers into the area," said British military spokesman Major Mike Shearer."
Glad they've cleared that up then.
Yank: We're bringing democracy to Iraq!
Brit: Oh. Sorry, we thought you said we were bringing man-eating badgers to Iraq!
Yank: Why the heck would we do that?
Brit: Well, it made as much sense as your reasons for invading in the first place...
Yank: God damn it! We clearly stated that our plan was "Step 1: Invade Iraq. Step 2: ? Step 3: Profit!"
Brit: Ah. It's a bit embarrassing really.
Yank: Who ever heard of "Step 1: Release Man-eating Badgers. Step 2: ? Step 3: Profit!"??!!!
Brit: You're quite right. That doesn't make any sense at all.