There’s a particular event this time of year that allows the opportunity to spread my particular brand of quirkiness/insanity/instability/bizarre behaviour/genius [circle each applicable -- multiple choices are allowed].
I’ve subscribed to public radio stations for a long time but some years ago thought hey, the cats and dogs listen to far much more radio than I [...]
After however long I’ve been getting cranky here, I realised I’ve never posted a video. I just couldn’t find the right one to break into 21st-century blogging.
Finally, the best video ever appeared on the news channels, which happened to teach me that I can’t embed videos here for love nor money nor swearing a [...]
During my sussing-out visits to the podiatric surgeon’s office, I eyed off a resplendent blue moon boot sitting on a shelf: an aqua, geometrically squared-off thing from toe to high-calf that holds surgically-altered foot bits in place until they’re all mended again. I wanted one.
I returned to the land of the living on Tuesday [...]
It’s the last day of my thirties today.
I’m a bit scared.
But I don’t know what I’m scared of (obviously not scared of ending a sentence with a preposition).
The invisibility of looming middle age? Missed opportunities? Not living up to expectations? Tits submitting to gravity? Having more opportunities than many but not [...]
Peeps, there’s another baby elephant in the country who needs a bit of a shout-out and some healing thoughts.
Little elephant boy Stampy (I should be Minister for Naming Animals of Significance if I can’t be the resident elephant reporter with a daily newspaper — stupid broadsheets have no vision) was born at Taronga Zoo yesterday, [...]
I was going to write a serious piece about the sad necessity that zoos have increasingly greater responsibilities as cataloguers and maintainers of the world’s animal species, BUT I’M OBSESSED WITH THE BABY ELEPHANT AT MELBOURNE ZOO!
I just want to scoop all 110+ kilograms of her up in my arms, steal her away into my [...]
I don’t like mince tarts. I don’t see the sense in having steaming pudding on a stinking hot day. I feel sad when I see pile upon pile of fresh food left in rubbish bins because overcatering everywhere you step is seen as generosity. And I’m not a fan of the gastro that’s hit me [...]
And pursue the gentle art of knitting. I thought it would be nice to knit some pretty hand-made socks for my mother, who likes owls.
The ball on the right wasn’t like that before I left it alone for a few hours. The suspect is male, about six years of age, 25 centimetres tall, hairy, of [...]
I sometimes understate the non-stop level of excitement in my life for fear of inciting incurable jealousy, however, this time I have to brag. A few weeks ago *I* went to an occupational health and safety expo. Settle, settle, there’ll be another one next year and you can cheer yourselves silly at the forklift handling [...]
I feed them twice a day. Promise.
Crank-o-meter: they eat better than I
