*twiddles thumbs*
am at loose end now
...
it is twiddle or tweedle?
dum-de-dum-de-dum
*drums fingers on table*
A dual cab ute of young men (muscular nubile young men) pulled up beside me at the lights last night when I was heading home after babysitting. Started hooting and calling out stuff at me (not bad stuff necessarily - nothing vulgar). Invited me out. Said it would be free drinks for me. Called out their mobile number and invariably, as always happens, somebody called out 'pop a mono' (which means do a wheelie/wheelstand), which sadly is not possible on a little beatup 50 cc scooter.
Next set of lights I decided to pull in behind them instead, cause all that whistling and stuff makes me feel a little self conscious. Particularly since I am not a skinny or impressively breasted lady and it is soo very obviously a pisstake. They pulled over into the turning lane at the last minute to be beside me again.
sigh
stoopid boys
am probably old enough to be their mother
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Note to Self
This is more a note to self :)
Simon has been blogging about how his friend Scott wishes he knew more about this musician and am going to play at googling this today. Not that my search skills are going to be anything compared to Simon's who is much more computer literate than myself or probably Scott's though I don't know for sure as I have no idea who Scott is.
C. C. La Due.
Simon has been blogging about how his friend Scott wishes he knew more about this musician and am going to play at googling this today. Not that my search skills are going to be anything compared to Simon's who is much more computer literate than myself or probably Scott's though I don't know for sure as I have no idea who Scott is.
C. C. La Due.
- He was in Brisbane at one stage (and might still be).
- He made a CD called Magical Risk.
- The CD is excellent.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Enough of the maudlin
We have combined Melbourne Cup Day celebrations with Movember at work today, so more of a Mobourne Cup Day.
My supervisor has been wearing a fake moustache since she arrived this morning. She is seeing clients with it on.
I have ten each to place on Basaltico and Cest La Guerre.
Edit 12:28 pm: have stuck my moustache on now too - will post a photo this evening :)
Edit 14:13 pm: phooey - i no winny. Stoopid horse race.
My supervisor has been wearing a fake moustache since she arrived this morning. She is seeing clients with it on.
I have ten each to place on Basaltico and Cest La Guerre.
Edit 12:28 pm: have stuck my moustache on now too - will post a photo this evening :)
Edit 14:13 pm: phooey - i no winny. Stoopid horse race.
Monday, November 2, 2009
My Tina
Her fur was soft and plush. Like rabbit fur. She didn't like it when my feet were pointed directly at her. If I was going to pet her, I had to wiggle my fingers in the 'petting' signal and sidle up to her slowly. Even when she wanted a pat and had flung herself to the ground and rolled in that universal coy cat taunt of 'you just try and touch my belly and see what happens to you' if I approached too fast she would run.
Her mother was a feral kitten. I suspect she was dumped at my sydney rental by the drunken mad cat man that roamed the neighbourhood looking for his lost cat that had snuck into his van when he went to do his grocery shopping and then run away in fright. I think he saw my three fat tabby cats and sympathetic eyes and decided I was a likely one.
I'd been feeding cookie for a couple of weeks when I noticed her getting fatter than I expected. She seemed far to small to be getting preggers. She gave birth when I was away from home for a fortnight catsitting my brothers cats. I'd asked my flatmate to keep putting food out for her. I didn't manage to sight the kittens for weeks. They were so quiet. She would hide them under the bbq before calling to me for food. New Years Eve long weekend I caught them and bundled them in the vacant granny flat at the back of the rental which was probably full of asbestos. They were unfriendly and athletic. Loved to play. Two metres of ribbon with a toy mouse tied on the end and tripple somersaults and metre high leaps.
Her brother Michael became more friendly, but only to me. Tina just never seemed that interested. She was the prettiest of all my cats. Little girls immediately fell in love with her and were then were very very frustrated when she ran away and hissed at them.
I brought them with me to Townsville when I moved. At first they all stayed inside, but summer was so hot that in all good conscience I could not keep them locked inside, even though I have issues with letting them roam free. Partially to do with the effect on wildlife, but mostly because my first cat owned from out of home was hit by a car and killed.
After some time of freedom she became more approachable. Where previously she would make me chase her twice around the flat before crouching still to let me pat her, she took to inviting me to touch her - as long as I kept to the rules. She started to meow and nag me for food, which she had never done before. There was invitation to interact. If I were outside in the yard, she would come over and see what I was doing and keep company.
Picking her dead body up, still soft and warm lying in a halo of blood from the driveway of the house opposite will haunt me for awhile.
I couldn't dig a hole deep enough to bury her, but I can't face the thought of putting her in the wheelie bin with the used kitty litter to be thrown out with the trash.
I have wrapped her in a favourite dress. It cost a couple of hundred at the time. The skirt is soft and flowing, though not as soft as her fur was. Rest assured. I am not going to keep her bloody body in the freezer. At present she is as deep a ground as I can get her and I am buying potting mix to pile atop. One bag a day for the rest of the week, I guess. It is all I can fit on the scooter.
She was dead in all the dreams I had last night. Her blood stained collar is sitting on my bookcase.
Her mother was a feral kitten. I suspect she was dumped at my sydney rental by the drunken mad cat man that roamed the neighbourhood looking for his lost cat that had snuck into his van when he went to do his grocery shopping and then run away in fright. I think he saw my three fat tabby cats and sympathetic eyes and decided I was a likely one.
I'd been feeding cookie for a couple of weeks when I noticed her getting fatter than I expected. She seemed far to small to be getting preggers. She gave birth when I was away from home for a fortnight catsitting my brothers cats. I'd asked my flatmate to keep putting food out for her. I didn't manage to sight the kittens for weeks. They were so quiet. She would hide them under the bbq before calling to me for food. New Years Eve long weekend I caught them and bundled them in the vacant granny flat at the back of the rental which was probably full of asbestos. They were unfriendly and athletic. Loved to play. Two metres of ribbon with a toy mouse tied on the end and tripple somersaults and metre high leaps.
Her brother Michael became more friendly, but only to me. Tina just never seemed that interested. She was the prettiest of all my cats. Little girls immediately fell in love with her and were then were very very frustrated when she ran away and hissed at them.
I brought them with me to Townsville when I moved. At first they all stayed inside, but summer was so hot that in all good conscience I could not keep them locked inside, even though I have issues with letting them roam free. Partially to do with the effect on wildlife, but mostly because my first cat owned from out of home was hit by a car and killed.
After some time of freedom she became more approachable. Where previously she would make me chase her twice around the flat before crouching still to let me pat her, she took to inviting me to touch her - as long as I kept to the rules. She started to meow and nag me for food, which she had never done before. There was invitation to interact. If I were outside in the yard, she would come over and see what I was doing and keep company.
Picking her dead body up, still soft and warm lying in a halo of blood from the driveway of the house opposite will haunt me for awhile.
I couldn't dig a hole deep enough to bury her, but I can't face the thought of putting her in the wheelie bin with the used kitty litter to be thrown out with the trash.
I have wrapped her in a favourite dress. It cost a couple of hundred at the time. The skirt is soft and flowing, though not as soft as her fur was. Rest assured. I am not going to keep her bloody body in the freezer. At present she is as deep a ground as I can get her and I am buying potting mix to pile atop. One bag a day for the rest of the week, I guess. It is all I can fit on the scooter.
She was dead in all the dreams I had last night. Her blood stained collar is sitting on my bookcase.
Entertaining Link
I have to say, even though I am very very sad at the moment and very little is making me smile, this is very funny.
Dan Kelly is/has written a diary of the recording of his new album. The afternoon of Day One has been posted. It is shaping up to be very very entertaining.
Dan Kelly is/has written a diary of the recording of his new album. The afternoon of Day One has been posted. It is shaping up to be very very entertaining.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
oh
No more of zombie strippers for tonight.
A passing car just killed my tina-bella cat.
She has been with me for six years now.
She was a feral cat and only started coming to me for pats this last year or so.
A passing car just killed my tina-bella cat.
She has been with me for six years now.
She was a feral cat and only started coming to me for pats this last year or so.
Doooooom dooooooooooooooom
I meant to be so busy today.
Laundry.
Gardening.
Stocking up on cat food and litter.
Maybe go out and take some photos of Townsville for the blog. A friend contacted me to ask me about things to do in Townsivlle, cause her parents were maybe coming her on holidays. Made me think about perhaps writing a weekly Townsville post .
Bustled out early, cause IGA is open from 5:30, but decided to go get petrol in the scooter first. Filled up. Strangely more than usual. Was pleased. I get embarrassed just paying 3 and 4 dollars.
Come back out and petrol appears to be pissing out of the underside of scooter. Paniac. Telephone brother-in-law and move scooter away from bowsers. Whilst waying it stops. Maybe only half or one litre lost. Maybe. I am not good at amounts, but it didn't seem like it all came out or anything.
Am crouched on the ground trying to look at the underside but it is all covered by plastic siding etc. Brother-in-law arrives. Same difficulties. Conclude is some kind of overflow or a crack high up in the filling pipe, rather than the fuel tank.
Scooter is in for a service Thursday, so am just going to be alert and cautious until then.
Could do without this.
Suspect fate conspiring to make me ride the darn bicycle.
So instead of virtuous domesticity, I am going to drink some wine and watch the DVD I bought yesterday - Zombie Strippers (who could resist a movie called zombie strippers, eh? who?)
Laundry.
Gardening.
Stocking up on cat food and litter.
Maybe go out and take some photos of Townsville for the blog. A friend contacted me to ask me about things to do in Townsivlle, cause her parents were maybe coming her on holidays. Made me think about perhaps writing a weekly Townsville post .
Bustled out early, cause IGA is open from 5:30, but decided to go get petrol in the scooter first. Filled up. Strangely more than usual. Was pleased. I get embarrassed just paying 3 and 4 dollars.
Come back out and petrol appears to be pissing out of the underside of scooter. Paniac. Telephone brother-in-law and move scooter away from bowsers. Whilst waying it stops. Maybe only half or one litre lost. Maybe. I am not good at amounts, but it didn't seem like it all came out or anything.
Am crouched on the ground trying to look at the underside but it is all covered by plastic siding etc. Brother-in-law arrives. Same difficulties. Conclude is some kind of overflow or a crack high up in the filling pipe, rather than the fuel tank.
Scooter is in for a service Thursday, so am just going to be alert and cautious until then.
Could do without this.
Suspect fate conspiring to make me ride the darn bicycle.
So instead of virtuous domesticity, I am going to drink some wine and watch the DVD I bought yesterday - Zombie Strippers (who could resist a movie called zombie strippers, eh? who?)
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