Balloons have an odd air of sentience about them.
As I typed this afternoon I saw, out of the corner of my eye, something oddly white bob into the room, and of course my first thought was rodent, despite the lightness and the bobbing. It was a balloon of course, propelled by a draught through the gap under the door. It seemed to be coming in with - if this is not an oxymoron - idle purpose, as if to say 'I've been hanging around in the vestibule for ages and there's nothing really happening there...what are you guys doing?'
Una puts a stone against my ear and asks me what I can hear.
to which @KitchenDani replied Did you tell her you are stone deaf? And @lukeii said 'Rock music?' Ha ha - punny. And yet it was a lovely moment, I really listened. I was genuinely sad when I didn't hear anything. Una said she heard the sea. I liked that idea, of a small ocean, trapped deep inside the heart of a stone.
@KevinRuddPM Squee - it's just like in West Wing!
After seeing photos of Kevin and Obama hanging out
Bratz - Adventure Girlz Yasmin: Comes with Adventure Accessories including Hair Brush
Fred has asked for a Bratz for her birthday. We are considering it. I was kinda pleased to find an 'adventure girlz' series (is my problem with Bratz that she is a skanky ho, or the white trash spelling of everything?), until I realised she comes with a hair brush. I'd almost prefer to buy her the spunky princess Bratz than a sexed up supposedly adventurous girl who has a hairbrush and a walky talky (gosh, it looks just like a pink cell phone) in her 'adventure' kit. At least it starts to unpack the princess myth by directly contradicting the demure sexuality of the Disney Chicks. I actually went looking for one in the city (any Bratz) to see if I could get past my hatred of one enough to admit one onto the property and couldn't find one. Most of Myer seems to be closed, and David Jones's departments each seem to have shrunk to a third their original size. I guess that's the whole economic downturn thing, needless to say it was a bit of a shock.
Coined a new verb today: procrastibaking. Go forth and use it muchly.
Only turns out other people already thought of it already. Darn it all to heck.
Wasps wasps coming inside droning against the window glass you are too slow to live wasps.
Autumn is wasp season, they come inside with their long malevolent torsos. Martin is frightened of them but they are easy to kill. Last year they fed on the pears on the tree, the ones we attempted to save from the birds (it didn't work, the birds got inside the nets and we managed to harvest only two pears). This year we didn't even try to net the pear trees and the fruit was mostly picked off before it was even ripe, so the wasps haven't been attracted by the scent of fermenting fruit; they haven't been gorging themselves into a drunken stupour. There was also a rumoured nest on a neighbour's property last year, which apparently has been removed. Or perhaps it's just not been such a good year for wasps.
Facebook started with a man on a boat who didn't want to talk to his friends. Are we surprised it can't cope when we do want to interact?