Friday, 19 October 2007

significantly less tense than 5 minutes ago.

Oh Yeah.

If this was available for my brother's Wii I'd never have to go to the chiro again.

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

having fun at Kim Wang.

Still life: 'Asian greens with rotting fruit'.

This brilliant mound of Asian 'greens' were a buck for a giganto bunch. Unfortunately, they were quite bitter and stalky, so my excellent greens were somewhat less excellent than usual.

Fish-shaped icecream. Why? Because fish-flavoured icecream would not be as appealing.

Cone filled with vanilla icecream and a thin layer of red-bean (?). Quite tasty.

Monday, 15 October 2007

at the Creptre.

Went to see The Transatlantics on Friday night - big fun was had by everyone. It inspired me to get out my (poor, neglected) bass again, and illustrated a forgotten point: when Hannah recommends music, you should listen.

Thursday, 11 October 2007

out of sync.

It's been a little quiet around here of late - not much to report I'm afraid.

Here for posterity (ie. 'in case' I never finish it) is the Into The Woods scarf. Normally I time the project length with the musical run, but because of aforementioned rhinodrippage issues, I didn't get very far with this one.

I should probably get moving, because it wouldn't take much to get it done, and it's going to be spectacularly chunky. It's coming out all stocking stitch, which I wasn't expecting (duh!) because I'm just knitting round and round in circles. Still, the horizontal rows contrast nicely with the long lengthwise stripes.

Thursday, 4 October 2007


Does anyone else remember during the Commonwealth games when Smith's came up with themed chips? There was Austalian 'sausage sizzle', Canadian poutine and English lamb and mint (they didn't really pull out the stops to cover the whole of the commonwealth there did they?). The former were not too good, but the lamb and mint ones were excellent - just like a Sunday roast only quicker and more fattening - but of course were a novelty and were discontinued. Probably because no one liked them...

but I did!

And I've just found out that it's a legitimate chip flavour in England. Awesome! Chunnel, here I come.

And they say the British have no culinary expertise...

Wednesday, 3 October 2007

in need of a new book. Suggestions?

'Almost French' by Sarah Turnbull is pretty much what you'd expect - an account of its Australian author's move to Paris. It's good I guess. There's funny anecdotes, but not laugh-out-loud funny, there's moving moments, but not cry-into-your-darjeeling moving.

I, as February draws nearer and nearer found it quite useful (I think). Now I know that they have special butchers for horsemeat (*avoid*), I shouldn't expect to make any French female friends (too competitive), and that baking your own cakes is considered cheap.

Unless you're moving to France sometime soon, I wouldn't rush out and buy this one. But if you happen to find it on your coffee table, by all means read it - you'll probably quite enjoy it. Meanwhile, I'm off to strike all colour from my wardrobe in order to blend in with Parisian chic.

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

almost fully recovered.

No posts for a while - I've had the dreaded lurgy. It wasn't so bad. The arrival of a brand new LCD and Foxtel coincided with my cold so I channel surfed my way to television heaven. The Cosby Show, Northern Exposure, early 90s The Bill, Scrubs, Gilmore Girls, The Mary Whitehouse Experience, Flight of the Conchords - I heart you all.

Not to mention Sudafed. Thanks to my friendly local pharmacist I got my hands on the HARD stuff not this new-fangled phenylephrine rubbish they're pushing. And not a moment too soon - the first night of my musical (sans Sudafed, avec new formula Codral) I managed to miss the tissue and blow my nose all the way down the inside of my sleeve to my elbow. EWWW. And I'm not even kidding. That jumper? It's being incinerated. Along with my left arm.

Anyway, I'm feeling much better now. All institutions with which I'm affiliated (my bank, my doctor, my phone company, my insurance company) seem to be ganging up on me in an attempt to send me crawling back to the couch, defeated. But it's not going to work, not this time, not on your nelly. Why? Dum da da DA! Because I found jeans that make my bum look good. All is again right in the world.