Serenity rides again...

So... NASA are naming module3 and they've opened the voting for the name to the general public. Do we approve?

http://www.nasa.gov/externalflash/name_ISS/index.html

Everyone has a hanky code these days.

teehee

Goth Hanky Code

Cheese Cloth, Tulle or Chiffon

Type: Wispy Fairy Goth

Drug of Choice: Glitter, Shrooms, Girlie Drinks

Music of Choice: Cocteau Twins, Dead Can Dance, Kate Bush or any female leads with breathy, ethereal voices.

25 Things about Me

I've been tagged by a few people now, so here goes:

1. I'm really bad at logging onto Facebook and catching up on all the requests.
2. I dreamt last night that I was doing this and filling it up with stuff from my son's baby book, which seemed like cheating.
3. I have two children.
4. They were both having a tantrum at the supermarket the other day and my husband looked at me and said 'we are never having a third child'.
5. I had a brilliant list of things and now I'm having trouble remembering them.
6. I have visited every state in Australia except Tasmania.
7. Even though my dad had black hair, brown skin and brown eyes I still burn more easily than I tan.
8. I spent two years living in Alice Springs. It was a good experience.
9. I have a Bachelor of Education.
10. I spent 1 year casual teaching before landing a job in a government office and deciding that it was much easier than dealing with snotty teenagers.
11. I spent 2 1/2 years studying chemistry but only finished 1 1/2 years of the degree.
12. I think I would like to spend 6 months living in Athens.
13. I have been married for 12 years.
14. I used a calculator to work that out.
15. Most of my jobs post-Uni have been for government agencies.
16. I read blogs every weekday, but generally don't turn on the computer on the weekend.
17. If I don't have something to read I get anxious.
18. I have read car manuals I was so desperate for something to read.
19. I love crime fiction and have a huge crime fiction library.
20. I used to read heaps of chick lit, but now it doesn't do much for me.
21. I'm more likely to watch sport than play it.
22. I'd love to live in a castle, at least until I got the heating bill.
23. I'd like to own a terrace house some day.
24. I'll probably need to win Lotto before that happens.
25. I don't buy Lotto tickets, so my chances of winning are slightly less than those who do buy Lotto tickets.

I want to go to Siberia

Well, not me personally. But during my random wandering through other people's blog rolls (sounds rude doesn't it) I came across Richie and this post. Go to comment 4 and follow the link. Richie doesn't want to go to Siberia either, but if he did I doubt he would have the same issues as the guy in the link.

Note: I have linked to Richie's blog because I didn't want to make a direct link to the other guy's blog because we don't want that sort of whiny shit here.

My friend JJ

... is a firey in Victoria. She's posted a personal account of last Saturday. If you'd like to read it, here is the link.
http://fire-babe.livejournal.com/58211.html

who's got the Flaming Sword of Righteousness?

because once they've finished meting out justice to the arsonists who started at least some of the devastation down in Victoria, they might like to get started on another bunch of arseholes -

Abortion laws to blame for bush fires?

"CTFM leader, Pastor Danny Nalliah said he would spearhead an effort to provide every assistance to devastated communities, although he was not surprised by the bush fires due to a dream he had last October relating to consequences of the abortion laws passed in Victoria.

He said these bushfires have come as a result of the incendiary abortion laws which decimate life in the womb. Besides providing material assistance, CTFM will commence a seven day prayer and fasting campaign for the nation of Australia tomorrow Wednesday the 11th February."

Fuck. Off. Now. Please.

let's just hope they fast themselves into non-existence.

edit: see also Hoyden's post from yesterday.

So should we import a whole bunch of these?

Someone today told me about these:



It's called a Handpresso, and looks essential for festival or a whole bunch of other occasions....

The Magic Bean Seller

Ok, so I've got something of a philosophical question to put to you folks, but in order to properly appreciate what I'm talking about, I have to put you in the frame of mind I was in when it occurred to me. Bear with me a bit; those of you with small children may have an advantage.

So its 4am this morning, and I'm hopping up the stairs to silence the Screeching of the Damned eminating from this reprobate Ewok:


(Said screeching being because we were so monumentally cruel as to take him half-starved and newly motherless off the side of the highway and lock him in a warm room with food, water, and a comfy bed - its the new waterboarding, I tell you!) But I'm going upstairs to shut him up - rather than pop in an earplug and go back to sleep - because nocturnal operettas in high C are exactly the sort of thing that gets you sent back from new adoptive homes to spend the rest of your life in a box, and I'm still mostly convinced at this point that we don't want that. I'm _hopping_ up the stairs because my left foot is entirely covered in liquid dog shit, which I just ground into the carpet outside our bedroom door because this idiot:


can't tell when something she finds in the woods is too feral even to qualify as a dog's breakfast, and she's attempting to spread it over as much of the house as possible so our nostrils never have enough chance to recover and tell us how bad it smells. (Always on the carpet, mind, because all dogs instinctively know not to crap on tile floors.) This one:


is trying to look innocent - and she probably is - but as she still smells distinctly of the elk poo she deliberately rolled in yesterday I'm not cutting her any slack. And at this point it suddenly pops into my head that if a strange man were to turn up at the door and offer me a handful of magic beans for the lot of them he'd be holding a handful of dog and staring at a locked door so fast he'd hear a sonic boom. Still with me?

So here's my question: who the hell is this guy who goes around trading magic beans for low-grade livestock? I mean Jack I get: not the first time poverty has driven someone to housebreaking, and the murder charge is at least arguably self-defense. Even the giant I mostly get: if you've got vermin in your house then _eating_ them is a sort of strange solution, but the dude lives on a cloud so he's not exactly getting into agriculture, and he's bound to be pretty sick of molten gold omlettes. But the Magic Bean Seller I do not get. Is he trying to get Jack killed for some obscure reason? Is he an ironic conman, and he doesn't realise that they really _are_ magic? Or is he just so sick of beansprouts for dinner that he's willing to do anything for a bit of beef?

P.S. On an unrelated note: one of the foremost physicists of the last century is named Albert One-mug-of-beer in German. That's cool, and I'd love to know the story behind how his great-great-grandfather ended up stuck with that name, but what I'm even more curious about is: how the hell did I manage to go all the way up to last week and never notice that before?

I'm on a SoC roll here it seems

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