Saw this on Joe.My.God.
Such a pretty song and it perversely suits my mood:
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
We're so hot right now
It's really, really ridiculously hot.
Maitland reached 41 fricken degrees. I don't know what Fahrenheit has to say about that.
It feels like that right now and it's 9.30pm.
The poor pumpkin plant looks like a day old salad.
However the fish (one down, I'm sad to report) are perky as always:
Maitland reached 41 fricken degrees. I don't know what Fahrenheit has to say about that.
It feels like that right now and it's 9.30pm.
The poor pumpkin plant looks like a day old salad.
However the fish (one down, I'm sad to report) are perky as always:
Monday, January 24, 2011
Life and death in The Bend #2
I should warn that the following is a little upsetting, especially if you like bunnies.
Notice how I thoughtfully gave some space. I'm like that.
Anyway, on Saturday morning I took the shortcut behind the repertory theatre on my way to the ATM when I came across a horrible sight.
Horrible because it looked so calm and almost alive:
Fast-forward two days and as I'm walking towards the same spot I see a gorgeous little cartoonishly tiny bunny – I could have wrapped it in gold foil – hopping away, across to a small gap between the grass and an adjacent building:
The dead mother rabbit is still there, shoved (kicked?) to the corner of the parking lot:
No-one's bothered with a decent disposal. I'm sure they figure the council will sort it out and will protest loudly if the smell begins to bother.
I couldn't help but notice whose parking lot it is:
Maybe it's an anti-bunny Easter thing...
Notice how I thoughtfully gave some space. I'm like that.
Anyway, on Saturday morning I took the shortcut behind the repertory theatre on my way to the ATM when I came across a horrible sight.
Horrible because it looked so calm and almost alive:
Fast-forward two days and as I'm walking towards the same spot I see a gorgeous little cartoonishly tiny bunny – I could have wrapped it in gold foil – hopping away, across to a small gap between the grass and an adjacent building:
The dead mother rabbit is still there, shoved (kicked?) to the corner of the parking lot:
No-one's bothered with a decent disposal. I'm sure they figure the council will sort it out and will protest loudly if the smell begins to bother.
I couldn't help but notice whose parking lot it is:
Maybe it's an anti-bunny Easter thing...
Flinch
1) The magazine for those who question the extremes of high fashion – then buy it anyway.
2) Having been wrongly accused of killing his ex-wife's boyfriend's cabana boy, Flinch Kowalski has only 24 hours to prove his innocence.
3) The hot new reality TV sensation! Just who will flinch first??!
2) Having been wrongly accused of killing his ex-wife's boyfriend's cabana boy, Flinch Kowalski has only 24 hours to prove his innocence.
3) The hot new reality TV sensation! Just who will flinch first??!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Doctoring the truth
Went to the doctor at John Hunter today.
As usual, I didn't see him, I saw his registrar (junior doctor/helper person/lie deflector).
I pointed out the blazing, excruciating sore (cancer) on my lower lip, the one I pointed out earlier (and that said doctor previously dismissed), which has subsequently grown and is now causing constant discomfort.
After several minutes of hidden discussion between the two of them, it was decreed that they should finally take the biopsy after all.
I protested loudly that by now it was pretty fucken obvious it was cancer so please don't put me through a needless and beyond-painful procedure – but no.
The doctor, who didn't want to see me face-to-face, said a biopsy was the only way they could proceed in my treatment.
"We never cut open something that we haven't diagnosed" was the priceless quote.
If you've ever had a needle inserted into a lip ulcer, you are well acquainted with unspeakable pain...
Anyway, I have to return on Feb 2 and then who knows what delights or prevarication they have in store.
When all this is over I will be more than happy to name the doctor, this regional Head Honcho – who clearly relishes his demigod status and whose dismissive attitude brings to mind Simon Cowell – in the hope of opening the door to the numerous younger professionals who could replace him.
Twice now he's lied to cover his own poor advice.
I'm glad I've asked Mick to accompany me at all appointments.
It means I have backup should I need it when I launch into an ill-advised lawsuit.
On a far happier note, it's a lovely full moon at the moment.
I feel like biting someone's head off:
As usual, I didn't see him, I saw his registrar (junior doctor/helper person/lie deflector).
I pointed out the blazing, excruciating sore (cancer) on my lower lip, the one I pointed out earlier (and that said doctor previously dismissed), which has subsequently grown and is now causing constant discomfort.
After several minutes of hidden discussion between the two of them, it was decreed that they should finally take the biopsy after all.
I protested loudly that by now it was pretty fucken obvious it was cancer so please don't put me through a needless and beyond-painful procedure – but no.
The doctor, who didn't want to see me face-to-face, said a biopsy was the only way they could proceed in my treatment.
"We never cut open something that we haven't diagnosed" was the priceless quote.
If you've ever had a needle inserted into a lip ulcer, you are well acquainted with unspeakable pain...
Anyway, I have to return on Feb 2 and then who knows what delights or prevarication they have in store.
When all this is over I will be more than happy to name the doctor, this regional Head Honcho – who clearly relishes his demigod status and whose dismissive attitude brings to mind Simon Cowell – in the hope of opening the door to the numerous younger professionals who could replace him.
Twice now he's lied to cover his own poor advice.
I'm glad I've asked Mick to accompany me at all appointments.
It means I have backup should I need it when I launch into an ill-advised lawsuit.
On a far happier note, it's a lovely full moon at the moment.
I feel like biting someone's head off:
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
It's all in the layout
The Valley, which I've mentioned before, have an unintentionally ambiguous dress code:
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Well played, Anna Bligh
I know it seems unconscionably shallow to steal from Go Fug Yourself, but the Premier of Queensland has proven herself to be a true leader, delivering heartfelt, informative, regular posts about the flood disaster without recourse to politics:
Julia Gillard should take note and watch her back.
Julia Gillard should take note and watch her back.
Colour me extradited
With Wikileaks' Julian Assange on the brink of extradition, I thought I'd share this website I found through World of Wonder.
Yes, it's the Julian Assange Colouring Book!
That's their chosen palette; you can use Guantanamo orange if you prefer.
Yes, it's the Julian Assange Colouring Book!
That's their chosen palette; you can use Guantanamo orange if you prefer.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Pumpkinwatch 2: Resistance is futile
The pumpkin plant has asserted its authority.
It's barely January and it already has an established presence outside our jurisdiction:
As for inside the fence:
The spiderwebs may be the only thing between us and it.
It's barely January and it already has an established presence outside our jurisdiction:
As for inside the fence:
The spiderwebs may be the only thing between us and it.
Critters of The Bend #9: Godzilla's nephew
Yesterday Mick summoned me to the yard, as usual.
"Camera!" from Mick generally means a photo-worthy bug or amusing animal activity somewhere in the backyard. Dutifully, I rushed outside.
This time he meant there was a bloody great big lizard on top of a pile of recently-dead nasturtiums:
At first Mick thought it was a blue-tongue.
But no, this thing looks like it escaped from a bad '50s sci-fi movie:
He didn't stay long enough for us to name him.
"Camera!" from Mick generally means a photo-worthy bug or amusing animal activity somewhere in the backyard. Dutifully, I rushed outside.
This time he meant there was a bloody great big lizard on top of a pile of recently-dead nasturtiums:
At first Mick thought it was a blue-tongue.
But no, this thing looks like it escaped from a bad '50s sci-fi movie:
He didn't stay long enough for us to name him.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Nature's ambiguities
Another day, another rescue mission.
I noticed what I thought was a white moth flailing madly in a spiderweb.
It turned out to be two, so I freed them but couldn't help notice they were still stuck together as they flapped off and landed on the bougainvillea.
Upon closer inspection, I wonder if they were up to something else:
I noticed what I thought was a white moth flailing madly in a spiderweb.
It turned out to be two, so I freed them but couldn't help notice they were still stuck together as they flapped off and landed on the bougainvillea.
Upon closer inspection, I wonder if they were up to something else:
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