tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24521568002354893792024-03-08T03:26:13.579-08:00If Squids Could Talk...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-2028249057144835912010-10-23T16:08:00.000-07:002010-10-23T16:08:58.223-07:00I was in a play once<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Visiting me in Germany.<br />
Not stern at all,<br />
Just doesn't like photographs....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-3167345790018423252010-10-22T20:40:00.000-07:002010-10-23T16:10:22.987-07:00I walked past these<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TLv3JWQsk8I/AAAAAAAABIo/JkmJSmuYJSY/s1600/Window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TLv3JWQsk8I/AAAAAAAABIo/JkmJSmuYJSY/s320/Window.jpg" width="206" /></a></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-54608682711975343962010-10-17T17:55:00.000-07:002010-10-18T00:27:27.067-07:00This happened too<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>I saw a house with a red roof from a train window.<br />
Seeing things by train is my favourite kind of seeing.<br />
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Another time I saw another house that looked more like a painting....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-11857809377369984422010-10-17T17:50:00.000-07:002010-10-18T00:26:45.223-07:00This happened<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TLuZrdiPBHI/AAAAAAAABIY/KUUwN40esB0/s1600/Ice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div>I saw ice on a lake in Denmark.<br />
Ducks walked on water.<br />
And down at the ocean's edge, the North Sea froze on the rocks....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-91093056999883092182010-10-17T17:48:00.000-07:002010-10-18T00:26:34.994-07:00once<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TLuZCOedxUI/AAAAAAAABIU/wTl7cGOC2_c/s1600/Party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a party in our crumbling old flat in St Kilda.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a going away party for a friend. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She was moving to England.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Drinking beer, dancing stupidly to a bad funk band.<br />
The only person we knew here.<br />
Moustaches added anonymously much later....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-50990894577750375312010-08-31T23:04:00.000-07:002010-08-31T23:04:14.789-07:00lately<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TH3sCAzPmyI/AAAAAAAABH8/veCkrWx03No/s1600/nicky+ink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TH3sCAzPmyI/AAAAAAAABH8/veCkrWx03No/s320/nicky+ink.jpg" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TH3sKDRF7MI/AAAAAAAABIE/3okY6O0itDM/s1600/P1160613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TH3sKDRF7MI/AAAAAAAABIE/3okY6O0itDM/s320/P1160613.jpg" /></a></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-26031481374563554512010-08-13T21:09:00.000-07:002010-08-13T21:10:40.011-07:00things from today that make me smile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TGYVSYWWbuI/AAAAAAAABHc/1-BN4zDNfMo/s1600/flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/TGYVSYWWbuI/AAAAAAAABHc/1-BN4zDNfMo/s320/flowers.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Flowers and <a href="http://www.pigeonsprojects.org/">Pigeon</a> letters in my basket.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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But then again, maybe it is a better description given the mushroom cloud of marketing we endure when they do....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-67095917563950467702010-05-25T05:43:00.001-07:002010-05-25T05:43:33.367-07:00daily goodA poppyseed bagel for breakfast that was still warm from the oven....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-17849898212629891582010-05-21T02:37:00.001-07:002010-05-21T02:37:51.473-07:00hi ho, hi ho,Makin' pigeons packs<br />
Makin' pigeons packs<br />
Gettin' ready to pigeon<br />
Makin' pigeons packs...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-22172138826809841662010-05-20T18:54:00.001-07:002010-05-20T18:54:10.251-07:00reliefI was very happy to find that I am too young to enjoy <i>Its Complicated</i>....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-80080034353854634312010-05-17T04:42:00.000-07:002010-05-17T04:50:27.872-07:00sunday scatergoriesLast night was the beginning of Sunday Roast Night, a new tradition that is completely ours and has never, ever been done by anyone else. How could it? Roast on a Sunday? How perfectly original.<br />
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But anyway.<br />
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It turns out that roasting is no quick cook meal. It takes awhile.<br />
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*sigh*<br />
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So while we waited for the oven to work it's magic we started another new tradition, playing Scatergories While Waiting for Things to Cook. Here is my award winning* answer sheet. It disturbs me that I knew more sports than books.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S_EqRmZll_I/AAAAAAAABFg/I7iT1-Mi_18/s1600/scattergories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S_EqRmZll_I/AAAAAAAABFg/I7iT1-Mi_18/s320/scattergories.jpg" /></a></div>Despite a bitter defeat, Nicky decided she hadn't had enough of word games and created a little table poetry.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S_ErN9t--SI/AAAAAAAABFo/JUkwEUUyN7A/s1600/words.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S_ErN9t--SI/AAAAAAAABFo/JUkwEUUyN7A/s320/words.jpg" /></a></div>Rumour has it that next month's Sunday Roast Night will actually be homemade Nutloaf roast. I'm not sure of the cooking time on nutloaf but I do hope I'll be able to improve my Scategories game.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*I did not actually win an award. In fact I did not even win.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">** The Warren Zevon LP served as a classy place mat when I discovered I had no Traditional Sunday Roast place mats. He was joined by Bette Midler and Tom Jones</span>....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-14964438808789347222010-05-15T22:27:00.000-07:002010-05-15T22:30:22.261-07:00crime scene<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S--C5yCzwwI/AAAAAAAABFY/UwpVP4dEQeU/s1600/bench+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S--C5yCzwwI/AAAAAAAABFY/UwpVP4dEQeU/s320/bench+2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S--CD4XqQ5I/AAAAAAAABFI/zJ5VyfbQTpY/s1600/bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S--CD4XqQ5I/AAAAAAAABFI/zJ5VyfbQTpY/s320/bottle.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S--CEiKpG-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/gykBdwHeJb0/s1600/roses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S--CEiKpG-I/AAAAAAAABFQ/gykBdwHeJb0/s320/roses.jpg" /></a></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-52528807919420051722010-05-15T22:01:00.000-07:002010-05-15T22:03:32.736-07:00the dubious use of 3 words I now know<b>nonjuror </b>- someone who refuses to take a required oath, as of allegiance.<br />
<i>'The Scoutmaster swore quietly under his breath when the young boy turned out to be a </i><i>nonjuror and would not make the Scout Promise</i><i>.'</i><br />
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<b>occipital</b><i> </i>- of or relating to the back of the head.<br />
<i>'Sparks flew when the woman discovered he had an occipital fetish as she had just gotten an undercut.'</i><br />
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<b>malediction </b>- a curse; the utterance of a curse.<br />
<i>'The Scoutmaster's malediction was much louder when </i><i>some of the older boys proved to be drunk on sherry.'</i>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-1928671946924716052010-05-15T21:33:00.001-07:002010-05-15T21:33:58.260-07:00why?Why is the sun perfectly sunny and the air perfectly warm but my list of things to do imperfectly long?...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-43869658016221679532010-05-14T23:39:00.001-07:002010-05-14T23:39:56.932-07:00pancake makeup<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S-5BrhufqaI/AAAAAAAABE4/xQqE9b42FjA/s1600/P1160579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cEu_oNoExT8/S-5BrhufqaI/AAAAAAAABE4/xQqE9b42FjA/s320/P1160579.jpg" /></a></div>...http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-35704364613087136312010-05-14T23:33:00.000-07:002010-05-14T23:33:48.746-07:00pea with ham<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/4607788213_2a8b1a4c8d_o.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/4607788213_2a8b1a4c8d_o.gif" /></a></div><a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1298/4607788213_2a8b1a4c8d_o.gif"><br />
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That stuff used to be taught and at times I wish it still was. Instead I flail about trying to think of things to say, not wanting to overstay my chit chat in case I should run out of things to say and then stand there awkwardly wishing my beer was empty so I can escape to the bar and get another. All the while conscious that I actually want to get past this awkward stage with this person because I actually quite like them and want to have a PROPER CONVERSATION with them.<br />
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I wonder how many potential friendships this overwhelming awkwardness has gotten in the way of, how many invitations to post-function drinks have been missed and how many more Facebook friends I would have if I could just get past the weather. But mostly I wonder if they are feeling the same....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2452156800235489379.post-38806412296073561852010-04-13T03:30:00.000-07:002010-04-13T03:30:38.018-07:00reminderAm so exhausted after a day of taking calls from people who are dealing with a shitty process in a stupid way. But at least it reminds me why education is important....http://www.blogger.com/profile/17580662422761004091noreply@blogger.com0