Nothing quite screams “GENERATIONAL GAP!” like when you’re in the Manga/graphic novel section of Borders and there is an old-school arcade video game. So the kids sit down… And try to get it to work with their fingers, like one of those touch screen “WHERE ARE YOU” maps the shopping centres all seem to have now….
My friend and I arrived at the starting line yesterday on what can only be described as a rather hot morning. So we sat around in nervous anticipation and watched all the other competitors come in and register. Well, I sat in nervous anticipation. For you see, like I mentioned last week, my training for…
“There’s mercy to be found at the bottom of a glass.” Not sure what that line means, I just wrote it. * * * And that’s about as articulate as I’ll get today.
I will be flicking through old photos and I think, “Wow – my son does resemble me a little.” He’s not pure Adam after all.
We held an intimate, but nevertheless fun, Halloween party on Saturday night. Here are some of the photos: Adam drew some scary pictures which we hung on the wall. I made Halloween cupcakes (and by the way, since when did red and yellow make a funny shade of pink? No matter how I tried they…
Some of you may have seen the show Electric Dreams on television last night – it was about this family that had their house transformed into a replica of one from the 1970s, thus taking out nearly all modern comforts and gadgets. The first time the family returned to their house there were the usual shrieks…
Earlier this week I got sick of lugging around my handbag without really even knowing what was inside anymore. My shoulders hurt. So I tipped it out and sorted through the contents. * One bottle of water (almost empty) * One black moleskine 2008-2009 diary * One Barbie wallet (almost falling apart) and loose change…
I have never been sentimental when it comes to cutting my son’s hair. It’s always been a case of buzz cuts all round, please. The shorter the better. In fact, that inserted link points back to the last time Riley had a haircut. I’ve avoided giving him one this year. At first it was because he simply…
Yesterday a post I’d written about my Miscellaneous Voices project went up over at Overland. It really only scratches the surface of what can be said about the increasing confluence of online/offline writing and what wider significance this might hold in store for the reading (and writing) populace. Anyway, come and have a look and…
I’m keeping the photo-heavy, content-lite direction of the blog this week; not intentionally though, for I have a lot to say, just not enough time to write. Besides that, my brain is quite full of my offline projects. However my grandparents (Hi Nan! Hi Pop!) are quite keen to see how my garden planting went…
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