This is the plum tree in our back garden, right now. The lilacs and the magnolia are budding, but not yet in bloom. The apricot tree will be a while yet. But the mornings are warmer, and the days are getting longer.
My dear Ampersand Duck has sent me a meme from Laura.
(Oh, and go and buy one of Laura’s beautiful bags and be Doing Good at the same time. I’ve got one, and it’s gorgeous. If you’re a boy and not overly metrosexual or heteroflexible, you can buy one for a friend. She’ll be stoked.)
Anyhoo, who would I like to play me in a movie based on my life?
Jodie Foster? Nah.
Julia Roberts? Nah.
Rosalind Russell? Yes!
But come on, who would probably really end up playing you in a movie based on your life?
Rosalind Russell, I tell you!
boom-tish!
I’m passing it on to Kim, TJ and Amanda.
Alternative suggestions from those who have met me, or indeed those who have not, are welcomed in comments.
For an absolutely tops comment thread read, go immediately to“Scary 80′s hair” by For Battle! ftg Ampersand Duck, Kate (whose new solo blog totally rocks) and introducing Pink Sparkly Princess!
Mick from To Blog or Not to Blog has organised a meetup for Canberra bloggers, lurkers, commenters and hangers-on this Friday, the 26th. I’ll be there, as will TJ, Dean and prolly Ampersand Duck and Steev.
Apparently someone came along last time, saw us all … AND CONTINUED TO LURK! That is not really the spirit of it, kids. All are welcome, at the Wig and Pen. Will update with the time when I get it together.
Update: make that 7 – 7:30 at the Wig and Pen.
We’re going up to the Blue Mountains for a friend’s wedding in September.
The hotel that all the cool kids were going to stay in, and the clever ones have already booked, is now full. For a convention of Christian Ladies, the bloke told me.
I am not sure whether to be happy or sad about this.
I have horrible memories of the college I lived in at University being overtaken one semester break by a convention of quilters. You could tell the boss ones, because they had special detachable lace collars on their sloppy joes.
I will never forget the conference motto, which was “Turn me over! I’m reversible!” It didn’t look that way to me, but I was younger and meaner then.
It may seem like such a little thing.
But I can’t tell you how good it feels.
Shame about the unfortunate cast to the mouth. Every mother of a toddler knows that look.
A uni friend used to be the editor for a while so I bought it then, as you do. And I bought one last week, just for the hell of it. I had a perfectly nice, superficial chat with the salesbloke while I bought it, which in retrospect I should have been grateful for.
One of the regular features is a vendor profile. Meet Michael:
“Instead of just buying the magazine, I like customers to have a chat with me,” he says. “I get bored and sometimes things come to my mind that I think are hilarious. I pack up laughing and when I try to stop I laugh even more. People must think I’m a madman. Sometimes I get very low and depressed. I need people to chat with me so I can control my thoughts.”
My fight with Telstra continues.
Today I have advised them that I am beginning to get cross.
I have given up “Ride of the Valkyries” and adopted Panterra’s “Vulgar display of power” as my new inspirational tune.
Victory will be mine.
However, I fear this may be affecting me. After many minutes waiting at the DJ’s luscious creamy face stuff counter today, I got the shits and dropped a note saying “You need more staff. 10:45″ before stomping out.
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