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to buy your little boy some goldfishies. However it is wise to keep an eye on him for a few days, particularly if his mate comes over and they disappear for a suspicious length of time and you can hear none of the usual hilarity/tragedy.

This is what a fish tank looks like just after an entire container of fish food has been tipped in it by two eager three year olds:

1 fishie, 1 snail down. 2 fishies, 1 snail with an uncertain prognosis.

This year’s nominees list is up at Collective Apathy, who are hosting for Vlado of Keks. Careful, you can lose hours of your life before you even notice they’ve flown by.

Unlike those other ones a while ago, these ones are (a) not a marketing exercise for a blog hosting company and (b) you don’t win ten grand, you win the infinitely preferable nice warm feeling inside(TM).

Pavlov’s Cat has tagged me with a “Meme of Fours”. Lovely afternoon time waster, bless you PC.

Four jobs you’ve had in your life:

Prosecutor of naughty doctors and nurses. That was a VERY good job.
ESL teacher.
Senior Investigation Officer.
Report writer at the Police Integrity Commission. I have to kill you now I’ve told you that. Sorry.

Four movies you could watch over and over:

Withnail & I
Nashville (or any other Robert Altman film)
Matewan (or many other films John Sayles has had a hand in. Not “Piranha” though. Once was enough for Piranha.)
Clueless

Four places you’ve lived:

Sao Jose dos Campos in Brazil.
New Farm in Brisbane.
Enmore in Sydney.
Downer in Canberra. Heh.

Four TV shows you love to watch:

The Insiders
Star Trek – TNG, of course
Big Brother. Yes, really, don’t be tiresome about it.
Random ABC cooking shows.

Four places you’ve been on holiday:

New York
Uluru
Las Vegas
Mimosa Rocks National Park

Four websites you visit daily:

Gmail
Bloglines
Lavatory Rodeo
ABC politics – which today makes me think about why it may have been that Craig Emerson couldn’t keep a hold of Julia Gillard. Check the Trumptastic do:

I don’t know that I could wake up to that every morning either.

Four of your favorite foods:

White peaches
All leafy green things
Panfried butterflied sardines with lemon and garlic
Tallabung pork (I picked up a whopping great shoulder of it at the Farmer’s Market this morning. Happy Zoe.)

Four places you’d rather be:

In bed.
At the beach.
In the bush.
With old friends who live a long way away.

Four Play:

Ampersand Duck
Amanda
Coz
and Fyodor the Blogless

My darling Pammy and I had planned to take our three year olds to Summernats this year, but she rooned that plan by cruelly moving to Brisbane. *sniff*

Undeterred, I hatched a scheme to pop my Summernats cherry today with my mate Ross. We had planned to make an anthropological excursion but as he disappeared out our front door with a scary gleam in his eye on Friday night and hasn’t been heard from since I think I will wait ’til next year and go on the Saturday – Sunday’s events are mostly presentations, although we did hear some roaring late this morning (it’s held about one and a half k from our place).

There’s plenty of fun to be had outside the compound of course, driving around behind cars like this one:

with a couple of nice looking kids in the backseat. Wonder what they think it means?

It’s also been tops spotting the funnies, like the crappy old car with half a dozen toilet rolls covered in foil stuck on the bonnet, or the slightly flasher one with “Not for sale” and a mobile number written on the window.

Last night Sage had a sleepover at my Aunty Tiser’s, so we rode our pushies down Northbourne Avenue just as the cruising hotted up. I highly recommend this, as it provides an opportunity to follow particularly groovy cars into hotel parking lots, befriend the charming owners and be invited to HAVE SITS IN THEIR COOL CARS!!! This one’s numberplate is “PUBCAR”. Give ‘em a wave for me if you pass by.

Then we rode to Canberra Hoon Central, aka Braddon. We went to Debacle, and scored a prime kerbside table. We ate yummy seafood pizza and drank giant Erdinger beers and tekillya and got to enjoy the parade without the bosoms rampant. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Here are some entertaining, if not quite rampant, bosoms kindly offered for photography:

I tried to take a picture of the excited baby hanging out the window of a parked car, eyes huge, but it was too dark. However there were many beautiful and entertaining vehicles, and numberplates. Owy’s favourite was this one:

This one I found a bit unsettling. Personally I’d want something a bit flashier than a Commodore for that particular deal:

Glen Fuller has posted some thoughts and some triffic photos too.

For the dedicated, the official site photos are here.

I used to whinge about Summernats, but I saw the error of my ways and came to utterly heart it. One sleep to go, and the engines are already throbbing.

On a somewhat tangential point, they say you can’t tell whether an adult was breastfed or artificially fed just by looking at them, but I’m not so sure. What do you think?

Update: if you’re thinking of driving into Canberra from the north tonight, you’d probably want to know that there’s about 30 cops pulling every single car off the highway for tough-but-fair looks, random hoon checks and general demonstrations of territorial supremacy. A 15 year old beige Camry sedan with local plates seems to get you waved through.