Everybody’s doing it. You can make them here, and you can see Laura‘s, and PavCat‘s and Kirsty‘s and BlueMilk‘s.

You couldn’t decide what to do while the baby slept and the power was off, so you lay down in the late winter sun with a glass of red wine and a big fat book about Chinese food.

At nine past two, a full two hours earlier than expected, electronic devices all over the house chirrup their alertness.

Did you see the 48 kilo women’s weightlifting? Wow. Heh.

And whatever else you think about China, they’re on message, aren’t they?

Also, I miss you Paul.

A belated welcome to the new bloggers of the Rethinking Jane Austen course at La Trobe University. Here’s a little something I whipped up earlier:

An explanation of title is here, and here is the blog of the phenomenon.

Hat tip to Hoyden About Town.

(And yes, I will post proper soon.)

Today’s discovery, via ArtWranglers, is the divine little moment you will have when you go to this page and click on this → thumbnail which is the top left one at the site.

It’s week 1 of 16 in the project, in case you’re looking at this post and that link in, like, the future.

The artist is Charlie Sofo. You can see some of his works here. I would like to link to his online gallery, but as the upgrade I just did of it KILLED IT STONE DEAD, I won’t. I will just calmly beat my head against the table.

And bye-the-bye I finally sent Sage to school today, for the third time in the last two weeks, only to have the school call at 11:30 because he’d been coughing so hard he vomited into a book. I asked him if he did it because he thought it was a crap book and he said “Cuggle*, I would never do that!”

I’m off to play the video again and suffuse myself with some quiet Charlie joy.

* Fucking Cuggle. With a very pronounced rising inflection and a verrrry extended second syllable. Even the grownups are calling me Cuggle now.

My dear friend Steevie is heading North soon, probably for good. He’s got a fancy schmancy new dslr that he used to take this photo on Burrumbeet cave in the Budawang National Park. Wish I’d been there.

Click to embiggen, it’s amazing. Reproduced with his permission, but like he could stop me. Heh.

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

She wore a grey raincoat and carried her walking stick about a third of the way down the shaft, with the handle arching away from her elbow. I got the feeling it was only for chasing away whippersnappers.