Thursday, May 29, 2008

Dinner At Zoe's

Many of you will already know that Zoe from CrazyBrave has started a new blog about food, Progressive Dinner Party.  She generously invited me to contribute and my first post is up.

Work on channelling your inner Jeremy Clarkson  (you'll see what I mean) and head on over to make your nominations.  Then, you must hang around Dinner Party for further courses of food-related bloggery.  

Saturday, May 24, 2008

City and New Farm

Fountain, Queen Street Mall

'Hannah and Kirsty', Fountain, Queen Street Mall

Small Steamer Basket Sculpture (One of Many), Brisbane Square

Brisbane River, New Farm Bend

'o' and 'd', Flood Sculpture, Power House 

The View from 'd', Flood Sculpture, Power House

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Kitchen Kitsch

So, this is what my blogging has been reduced to, a series of things I find amusing as I go about my life.

I came across these in the supermarket today.  I immediately took a photo with my mobile and sent it to the keenest Elvis fan I know.  I wanted to know if even the official merchandise had gone too far or if she wanted me to purchase some for her. 

Turns out it wasn't her idea of Elvis.  There are some things that just can't be put in the oven. She remained unconvinced when I texted that it was quite fitting for those who worship at the Elvis, The Church, who believe he is the Saviour and Protector--even from burns inflicted by hot cookware.  Not every deity offers that kind of certainty.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Thursday Cat Blogging

All you cool cats are probably long onto this. Still, I am amused. Meow!

Update (suggested by &Duck):

 2007: Oh Hai!  My Cat Sez Funneh! LOL!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Tuesday, May 06, 2008


I spoke to my niece yesterday. She told me how her ‘heart just broke’ when a black bug that she had tried to revive had died. She thought that it might have died because of the ‘moisture’ she had sprinkled on the leaves in the cardboard box in which she had housed it. She explained that the bug’s legs had been broken when she’d found it. She had found another bug as well, this one was orange, and although it was already dead when she discovered it, she was looking after it too. I told her about the spider outside my back door. She expressed concern that my spider might eat her orange bug.

She told me that another child at Kid’s Church had called her ‘pathetic’. ‘Oh’, I said, ‘That’s not very nice’. I asked her what she’d said in response. She hadn’t said anything. Later, she’d asked her mother what it meant. Before her mother had told her the meaning of ‘pathetic’, she’d made sure that Hannah knew it wasn’t true. I agreed. ‘You’re lovely’, I said.

I know all about her best friend, E, who cried when Hannah was away from prep for two days because she was sick. On the third day, E ran up to Hannah in the schoolyard and gave her a big hug, with tears in her eyes. E has a twin, J. Hannah said that J had ‘forced’ her to be her friend. She said she had agreed because she didn’t want J to be angry with her any more. Several play dates have ensued.

I learnt about the Ponty Pines, who are creatures on a television show called The Night Garden. The Ponty Pines make a sound a bit like that made when blowing raspberries. She sang me a song about a coffee percolator. Then I heard all about a fictional character called Bill who says nothing but ‘Hello’ and ‘Goodbye’. And finally, she wanted to know what my favourite butterfly was from at least two years ago now, when butterflies had landed on us in the butterfly house at the Melbourne Zoo.