crazybrave

I am fairly certain that Pat Mullins is involved. God, I hope so.

1. Dude, have you considered chucking your brown eye at people on the way in to Queanbeyan, as opposed to those leaving? You are only acting to confirm the prejudices of Canberra based snobs* on the way back to civilisation, eg me.

2. Have you also considered that I am warm and comfy in my car, and you’re the one standing on a grassy verge with your arse in the air?

Yours sincerely

Zoe

* There is actually quite a lot to like about Queanbeyan. My prejudice stems from when we first moved here (from Enmore, near Sydney’s epicentre of Thai restaurants) and looked to rent a house there, thinking it would be cheaper. It wasn’t, but what really sealed the question was the sandwich board outside a Thai restaurant on the main street saying “A Thai meal doesn’t have to be hot or spicy!”. Well, actually, it does. Der.

I am just not sure. Our camping trip was certainly made more bearable by the presence of several tins of Aldi creamed rice, but (fortunately back at home) the end of an Aldi cotton bud came off in my ear and I had to go to the doctor to get it out but IT WASN’T THERE ANYMORE!

I think on balance I say a qualified yes to Aldi. The qualification being don’t buy their cotton buds.

Disclosure: I also have an Aldi fish poacher. Although Duck’s Beloved has an Aldi unicycle which I believe trumps all.

We are having a bit of domestic discussion about this phrase, which seems to be from the movie “Kenny”.

Owen is of the view that the “bum” in question is a homeless alcoholic type who has found a full packet of smarties, consumed them, and gone off on a crazed blood sugar high. However, I think Owen is wrong and that his explanation amusingly shows up his hypochondriacal Virgoan tendencies. I think the truly stupid thing would be to stuff one’s rectum full of smarties. Now that is silly. Also, it is funny, whereas only Virgos think that indigent alcoholics having insulin attacks is the kind of thing that you would make up a joke about.

If anyone goes to those nerdy pedant sites and can nail the origins of this one for me, I’d be very grateful. Also happy to hear anything you’d care to make up.

Look down.

Not here, idiot.

Home from hospital and Jethro doing well, but more of that another time. I found I missed the interwebs when I was away, especially things like this:

and in particular this:

both from here (some of the pictures have boobs in them).

Well, that’s what my niece calls them.

On RN’s breakfast show this morning, the Melbourne University bloke described how tops HECS was because it eliminated the upfront cost barrier to entering university.

I hope he just spins, and doesn’t teach anyone anything. Like logic, for example.

I was excited to hear Paul Barry on RN this morning* saying that the Summer Breakfast show would have a blogger on each morning to blather on about their particular thing.

Ooh! Who’ll be first! How interesting! How will the wonderful diversity of excellent Australian bloggers be portrayed?

I WAS WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.

Their first “blogger” was Jack Waterford, a name some of you may recognise as belonging to the editor at large of The Canberra Times. He has been a journalist since 1972. I don’t care if the man runs some bloody jumped up page he calls a blog. IT’S JUST THE SAME FECKING DAY, PEOPLE.

A man with a web page perhaps; not a blogger.

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*although not as excited as I always am to hear Fran; I totally ♥ Fran.