I know, I know. People who blog about their cats are boring. I don’t care, she’s just so cute. Glad it’s Rae’s keyboard that’s getting cat drool on it though.
An Ever So Slight Correction
Our new boy, Oscar, is actually a girl.
What I Will Be Reading Next
I’ve finished both Banvard’s Folly and Catch Me If You Can (I read it so I can say ‘The book’s better than the film.’) and Gotham is too huge to read in one sitting so I had to go book shopping today.
I went prowling through Books In Print looking for a buy to spend a new voucher on. Even though I was a little distracted by the painting (there is the most ghastly shade of duck-egg blue appearing on the walls and I’m praying like mad it’s just an undercoat) I found Do Not Pass Go – an exploration of London using the Monopoly board. I may never have been to London but I’ve played enough games of Monopoly to think I’ll enjoy it.
This Made Me Laugh.
I don’t think I’ve ever sent you off to another page with a ‘you have to see this’ before and maybe this isn’t the best page to start the practice but it sure as hell made me laugh.
Fans Outraged at New Character in The Return of the King
Buy My Discman
Buy my Sony Discman D131.
I purchased a new one for the car. Lovely it is, anti skip, all digital so now I’ve no need for my trusty old one.
So, go on. Buy it. You know you want to.
How To Be A Pirate
I’m currently studying to be a pirate but due to a shortage of parrots I’ve had to improvise.
Introducing Oscar
Jasmine called Rae yesterday. She’d found a kitten stuck down a drain pipe. Would we like to come look at him? Bit of a dead give away as to what you’ve already decided when you take the cat box with you as you leave. So now we have Oscar. He’s tiny, we have no idea of gender or age and he meows louder than Tom. If you want to see a bigger pic just click the one to the left.
Speaking of Tom, he’s made a complete recovery and seems decidedly nonplussed by the new arrival. No doubt that will change when they start mingling and deciding who gets to sit on which human’s lap.
Out Of The Mouths Of Babes
Scene : 30+ degrees outside. Tony, Rae and Phee are dropping Marita off home after a drink at Vinegar Strokes. Parked in the shade, with air con on it’s still a little warm as we finish off our goodbye conversation.
Enter an increasingly hot and irritable Phoebe…
Phoebe (to Marita) : “Just go now!”
We laugh, Phee cries.
Hearing A Song For The First Time
Oh dear. Growing up in a country town with it’s own radio station playing a varied mix left me exposed to many different sorts of music at a vulnerable age. It played everything from country, pop to rock at night so I think in my years there I must have heard ‘The Green Green Grass of Home’ at least 200 times.
It was only this morning though as I played my ‘The Best Of Tom Jones‘ while driving to work (any day that starts with ‘It’s Not Unusual’ and ‘Thunderball’ has to be a good day) that I realised this song was being sung from the perspective of a condemned prisoner who is just about to be executed and will never see the green green grass again.
Late New Years resolution : relisten to every song I’ve ever heard, just in case…
It’s A Tough Way To Earn A Living
I’ve just earned my last 16 hours of pay staring at naked breasts. Being a card carrying red blooded heterosexual male I never thought I’d say this but I’ve had enough and I never want to hear the word ‘nipple’ again.
No I’ve not become a reviewer of porn films, my latest project has nothing to do with web sites – I’m digitising all of a maternity department’s educational videos. Instead of the current method of putting a video in whenever a nurse gets a chance and then running around to tell all the patients I’m hooking up a PC to the television network and the videos will screen at scheduled times around the clock.
The tech side is lotsa fun but I know a hell of a lot more about breast feeding and nipple soreness than any man should.