Stupid I’d say it is surprising a girl like me can clean a chook unbog a truck fight a fire lay out the dead make the bread deliver babies write a poem move a man to tears rear the kids and keep on acting stupid Kate Llewellyn The first book launch I ever…
Leanne gave me this award during the week and her reasoning was, “I’m going to pass this on to the bloggers who make me feel more worldly for knowing them.” I’m touched that my Down-Underish-ness makes you feel that way Leanne, although I’m not sure I’m more ‘worldly’ than the next person! Now I guess I have…
Updated: Well, I’m here so I break, I suppose, the coda for the day. Never mind. However we did go out this afternoon to a jazz festival and seeing Keira with ice-cream smeared all over her face, dancing to Louis Armstong’s “Lazy ‘Sippi Steamer Going Home” was something I don’t think I’ll ever see again: certainly not…
Happy Australia Day everybody. Please, if you’re interested (and if you’re interested in blogging, you will be) come over to Aussie Bloggers sometime today to read my interview with Mr. Problogger himself, Darren Rowse.
Not to be depressing, but I’ve just learned about Deathclock.com , a site which supposedly predicts the moment of your death, depending on a few personal details which you punch in; including your BMI. (That link takes you to a site where you can determine yours.) What’s my moment of death? Sunday, March 21, 2083 At…
[Image Source] This show is called “Planet Cook” and is currently on ABC on weekday mornings. I cannot watch the main actor (Kevin Woodford, a famous English chef, apparently?) but think of Gary Oldman. He is Gary, almost. The resemblance is uncanny. It freaks me out, in all honesty.
The presents are opened, the recycling bins are choked with paper, and the leftovers are being served up meal after meal, so much so everyone is starting to complain and you say: “Enough! You want something else, go and damn cook it yourself.” The cricket is on the television*; there is nothing else on television…
I read in the papers recently (link here) that literary hardbacks are becoming endangered and may be fazed out in some point in the future. While I am a paperback girl convenience wise, I must admit there is something rather noble about a row of hardcover books upon a shelf, with their fabric bound spine and…
It goes, I think, in some part, to my being a GenY-er girl, that I’ve never really before now taken much more than a passing interest in our elections. I’ve gone in the past because it was compulsory and voted according to the last television advertisement I remembered seeing. I’m not especially proud of my…
