Are these mushrooms edible?

More importantly, are they worth anything?
This clump's in the middle of Wiz and Rocky's enclosure:

I could totally go in armed with a carrot and soothing voice...

Tuppence who?

Wiz and Rocky looking unaccountably chummy today:

Salty!

I've been rather music-heavy I know, but here's this Kelis-Bjork duet that's insane.
So deal with it.

Of course, if anyone has new music I should share (Richard?)...

Auction artefact #18: Miniature bar

It's a teeny tiny alcoholic's paradise!
Seriously, we have wee versions of fancy foreign booze I've never heard of:

Mick gets more glamorous with every auction...

Oh Tuppence

I know I've neglected to share any sense of animal wellbeing lately. I assure you they're all happy, although I'm sad to report Tuppence has gone.
They led her away in a horse carriage a month or so ago.
I'm sure she's happy somewhere.

You'll also be happy to see Rocky and Wiz don't appear to give a shit:

Notice I overuse the word 'happy' when it comes to the animals.
Nothing much else is terribly cheery, let's be frank.

nighty night

that's better.

Death by fabulousness

I'm struggling to post further videos.

I fear Ann's spinning was beyond spectacular and has actually broken my blog!

Let's just see ...

Ann Miller, Unspun

Ann Miller spins like a maniac amid Dali hands; this I remember as a child.
Magnificent! Disturbing!

To Blair

Oh I know

I suppose at this point I should apologise for the lack of writing, of insight, of discourse.

Sometimes though it's worth the wait ...

Unexpected London late 80s flashback

Dunno where this urge came from, but here you go, my early adulthood on holiday with Justine in London:

Now see what you've done??

Hey Pete...

Bogan's run

Our neighbours' idea of a backyard:

I know how they feel

The first was taken in Wollongong, the second in  the Botanic Gardens.

The post title remains applicable:

Nothing to see here

Who'da thought? Nony sent a qualified apology. I've been a cunt in the past, he said, but, given my parlous condition, he's sorry if he hurt my feelings.

Piss-weak if you ask me.

Anyway, not much to report.
Given my new scary head, whenever I go out I have adults trying not to look at me looking back at them looking at me, and children gazing in confusion.
I do look a bit patchwork and not as puffy as I was, so perhaps I resemble a new pre-tween (formerly known as childhood) idol I'm not aware of.
At least no-one's screaming.

A few rather beige photos...

If anything, the neighbour's chickens are getting dumber.
I had no intention of corralling them into a corner:

The bougainvillea has almost completely cocooned the side landing:

And this, which goes to show what little I've been up to.
It's from some dreadful movie, pirate-related, the name of which is flotsam in my mental backwater.
Here, Jane Seymour's worst hairdo ever:

And so it goes.

I think someone has a secret crush on me...

Just received this, anonymously of course:

Karma Chameleon has left a new comment on your post "Minor breakdown ...": How delicious that such an arsehole, who has been such a bitch and treated so many people like shit, who's been two-faced and shallow all his life, who couldn't give a fuck about other people's welfare, and who's the nastiest, bitterest, most judgmental cunt going, has been reduced to being an unemployed, cancer-ridden BUM with half his face missing, living with a fat, ugly bus driver on a flood plain in the boondocks. Suck it up, bitch, it's called Karma. And boy, has it bitten you hard.

Dear Anonymous (may I call you Nony?),  I try to parse anonymous comments like these and I sense a burning passion in this one. Such invective – all those superlatives! – and yet mystery surrounds you.
So coy!
I do question you calling Mick "ugly", but it amuses me that you think being called a bus driver is insulting in itself. He's retired anyway, so never mind.
I'm thrilled that my predicament has injected a "delicious" frisson into what I imagine is your otherwise dreary existence.
Perhaps I should come down with some sort of brain ailment to give your life a further sense of purpose?

Brad

PS. Has it occurred to you that invoking karma and then doing a happy dance over someone's terminal illness is a bitt iffy?
Just asking.