Lucy Pig Puppet has done an end of year meme a couple of years in a row now where she posts the first sentence of the first post for each month throughout the year from her blog. Since I'm in chaise longue mode and not really up for creating a proper post (and my ability to download photos from my mobile phone has once again been thwarted), I thought I'd give it a go:
My household appliances have horned in on the spirit-of-the-end-of-year-season action by taking the moment to collectively give up the ghost.
A week or two following the screening of Pickles, SBS showed Veiled Ambition which introduced us to Frida, an Australian-Lebanese Muslim woman, who was intent on cornering the retail market in formal wear for women.
Here's a photo my brother took while he was visiting over Christmas.
So, I finally presented the real estate agent with three Form 11s, also known as a Notice to Remedy Breach, because, really, how long is one expected to go without a properly functioning stove, a key to the laundry door, and a recycling bin?
Today was the first time this Autumn that I’ve felt the slightest nip of cold in the air. It was more of a challenge than ever to stick to the four minute shower regimen.
There are some days when you would be well-advised to simply accept the warning signs that present themselves to you at the beginning of the day and just stay in bed.
I’ve been watching Nerds FC.
While looking through next week’s TV Week I noticed that SBS will be screening a film I’ve just seen at the Brisbane International Film Festival (BIFF).
Every now and then you get the opportunity to see your city through another person’s eyes.
I seem to have misplaced the cord that connects my mobile phone to my computer in the event that I want to download any of the photos I randomly snap as I go about my days.
I first had the thought to do this segue series as I was finishing the ‘Immobile’ post.
I'm back in Brisbane after my two week holiday in Melbourne.
It's astonishing how representative this exercise is. If you'd never read another post on this blog you'd be reasonably informed about my life and obsessions this year: domestic upheaval in Brisbane, mobile phones and television--especially SBS it seems, all topped off with a dash of self-loathing and a sprinkle of a Melbourne holiday. Well at least this format created a happy ending, which seems as good a way as any to end 2007 and begin 2008.
Happy New Year!