and then there were six

Michael Fuzzball

Missing since Sunday

I think there's something in that for all of us

I often wonder this also.

(I also wonder if the quote I used as the title was from the D-Generation or one of the other comedy skit shows that was on television around about that time - and what was that guys name again? - and why isn't he hosting Sunday Arts anymore? - and by the way my niece came second in her solo poem reading performance at the eisteddfod today portraying a sad mouse whose mother had just chucked her out of home because she was lactose intolerant and didn't eat cheese - it ended in the tragic death of the mother mouse snapped in a trap due to her addiction to the substance - a judgment on the intolerant against the intolerant, ey?)

Group Mime

Obviously I have a very stick-in-the-mud, old fashioned idea of what mime is.  In actually it turned out to be acting out something with no lines. 

Nary a person stuck in a box or walking against a wind in the lot of them.  The best bits was when the sad clown got pelted with imaginary juggling balls by the two mean clowns and when the bus crashed.

Also my niece does an excellent robber running from police to benny hill music.

Oh my gosh!

My 12 year old niece is competing in "Group Mime" as part of the Eisteddfod tonight.  Grades 4 to 7.  I had no idea there was such a thing as group mime.  I feel this is something I need to experience.

I shall report in tomorrow if I haven't tried to kill myself by the time Grade 5 comes out.

Lord Vetinari:  He has banned street theatre and hangs mime artists upside down in a scorpion pit opposite a sign that says "Learn The Words".  Terry Pratchett

Amused

Came across this clip on rage. The lady looks remarkably like one of my nieces. 

Have therefore showed it to said niece and she's played it four times in a row already - she only stopped because they had to leave for basketball - lol

Hangs head in shame

I am so crap at being unemployed and frugal.

New Terry Pratchett book out in hardback. 
Saw yesterday. 
Bought yesterday. 
Read yesterday. 

*sigh*

Over too soon.


Have three baby butternut pumpkins developing on my rampantly growing pumpkin vines.  On daily look-out for female flowers to interfere with.

Male flowers bloom at the beginning/middle of the mess of vines and lady flowers are more to the ends of the vines.  I could leave it up to the bees, but the idea of pollinating personally tickles my fancy.  Preggers on first go, poor little vine.

Born under a bad sign

Well ... it would appear that I am a doofus.
Again.

Show up for obligatory appointment with government employment agency to find that Centrelink were expecting me for my first lodgement Monday the 6th and not 16th as I had thought.  Sure she had a thick accent, but she was absolutely lovely and I thought I understood her perfectly at the time.

I only rang on Friday.
Monday seems terribly quick to get organised by when I gotta go to the other place first.  I haven't even received any paperwork in the mail yet.

So I couldn't have my interview/discussion at the government employment place, cause I am no longer on the system and have to start all over again.

Aye currambah.

I wonder if there is some kind of pagan ceremony I can perform to exorcise my doofusness?  I'm up for it.  As long as I don't gotta dance about nekkid.

Update:  back on track with unemployment stuff - some sort of computer gremlin - try book appointment with gov-emp Monday.