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Not my fault.

I had every intention of writing a Pulitzer Prize winning post today, but there has been lightning and thunder all day so far.

What has this got do do with not writing a post? Good question and it deserves an answer….the stoopid beagle sticks to me like shit to a blanket when there’s thunder, so that means every time I try to use the computer he tries to hide under the computer desk. So far he has pulled out just about every cord that is plugged into the system box and every peripheral.


Maybe I should have saved some of those doggie valiums for him to take, oh well, maybe next batch I’ll put some aside for him. Looks like next year can only get better, they are showing Cleopatra on TV today, so it can’t get any worse!

If I don’t see you beforehand, have a Happy New Year’s party and a safe and healthy 2007.


A short break from my break.

I just had to come back (I haven’t actually gone anywhere) to post these two three pictures. The first one is an artsy fartsy one of some long awaited rain (in case you’ve forgotten, we’re having the worst drought in 100 years), the second is to prove that not all kangaroos around here are dead….




The kangaroo photo was taken from the chair I’m sitting in typing this post, man I’ve got to get some exercise. While I’m at it, I may as well post a gecko photo (they’re cuter than goannas)….


A short hiatus.

HI gang. I won’t be posting for a few days, no I’m not burned out (well actually I think I am a little, but that’s not why). I’m taking a break for two reasons; 1)MDW is up here so I’ve got someone to talk to, and 2) I’ve eaten so much over the holidays that I can barely reach the keyboard.

You know, I thought my 300th post would somewhat be more momentous than this….Oh well.

Merry Christmas etc.

To all my blog buddies, and anyone else who happens to be reading this, Willtowtree, MDW, Buddy, Bentley, Booey and Buzz wish all of you a happy and healthy Christmas. If you don’t do xmas, then have a good holiday break and enjoy your families in your own way.


And I hope you all get plenty of these….


I was going to write something about an Australian Christmas, but these people already have, so why re-invent the wheel.

Pg 123, 5th sentence onwards

Claudia tagged me for this :

1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123, go down to the fifth sentence
3. Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog
4. Name of the book and the author
5. Tag three people

"Oh that," Plinio said with a forced smile. "It’s not likely that I’d be asked my opinion. But of course I favor undisturbed continuance of Castalia; otherwise I wouldn’t be here, you know. Still and all, even though your material requirements are so modest, Castalia costs the country quite a little sum every year."

Magister Ludi.
Hermann Hesse.

This one’s for the birds.

Just a couple of pics I took the other day…


Updated** Sorry, I should have mentioned it when I posted, but they are Ibises and they can get pretty big (according to the book, over 2 ft tall). There was a real lot of them (they took up every branch) but most flew away when I got the camera, typical.


Happy Feet.

I found an old box of mum’s stuff tucked a

way in a closet in Gosford. There are some photos and some negatives and some other crap, looks like I don’t have to do too much creative writing for a while.

This first one is my Dad and his sister, Sister Margaret….


Now this one is Sister Agnes (no, not that Agnes of God, another one) she taught me how to shoot a rifle. Up until not very long ago Nuns always had to travel in pairs outside the convent, it has often been said that the reason was so that one nun saw that the other nun didn’t get none.


In the days when they wore this getup they weren’t even allowed to eat with others, it was really strange, mum used to set the table for two and they would eat alone, then we would have our meal.

This last one is my brother in his graduating class of sadists and pedophiles.


Oh shit, I almost forgot…why did I call the post Happy Feet? Well the common name for St. Joseph’s nuns in the old days was Penguins because of the oufits.