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A plug for Bron's photos...the last one is especially lovely
Bron's

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calling all male members of my family. You now can submit your DNA to test the purity of our clan ancestry here Mudbloods beware!

Just Desserts

I just ate the muffin I popped aside from the dozen I made and sent hubbie off to a dessert night with.

It was disgusting!

I pride myself on my muffins.

So much so, when travelling interstate I took a muffin pan with me so I could treat our inlaws to my muffin making prowess (as it was BIL has a similarly overinflated view of his own culinary expertise and we had somewhat of a High Noon like encounter in their apartment kitchen, each viewing the other's batter sceptically under furrowed brows, fingers ready for a quick draw wooden spoon showdown to right the wrongs of one another's muffin hubris...).

Therefore it is with great alack and alas that I resign my pan after creating what truly were the most unfortunate muffins ever to have graced my cooling tray.

So let this be a fable of dire warning to all ye of big muffin headedness!

One day you too will tempt the women's weekly fates and produce unpleasantly soapy tasting, gritty and charred disasters (which perplexingly have the internal viscosity of clag)! Let us only hope that you have the sense to taste the wee beasties before you send a dear loved one out in the world to untimely partake of their nastiness with others.

I'm sorry hun. Take a bucket of icecream next time.

Ancient Egyptian Toilet Seat

How Tutankhamun really died?

Everything I've Got...

So I'm nursing a headcold and listening to Ed Kuepper and reminicing the concert I went to a while ago and thinking...this song 'Everything I've Got Belongs To You' is really quite weird. Ed's a closet feminist, methinks - he likes to subvert mysoginist paradigms and call their faults through irony/paradox - for example:



can't say I've ever met a mail order bridegroom...but what weirds me out is that it was this song (Everything I've Got Belongs to You) that couples smooched and swayed to, stared lovingly at one another to and generally lit lighters and whoopwhoop in support of...

But if you read the lyrics, basically what he is saying is 'I'll be a complete bastard to you but I'll let you use my stuff'. Well, woopydoo: I'm sorry Mr Kuepper but I'm not won over! Do we just love him for his brutal honesty? The catchy tune? Or is it that brutality on some level is acceptable in the Aussie psyche? Or are people just so drunk by the encore that their romantic anthem standards drop way way down?

I've designs on you that come from dirty books
I would lie to you if that is what it took
I can act out of spite
And those times ain't few
And everything I've got belongs to you
Yeah everything I've got belongs to you

I come by for you and take you by the wrist
You might well boohoo there might be that risk
To let you off of the hook
That just wouldn't do
Cause everything I've got belongs to you
Yeah everything I've got belongs to you

I don't care who's wrong or right
I'll just start another fight
You get yours, can't you see
You always get your comeuppance with me

Now, time has proved I'm churlish and I'm rude
And I find a real contentment in bad moods
And because it's all true,
There's nothing to do
Cause everything I've got belongs to you
Yeah everything I've got belongs to you

I don't care who's wrong or right
I'll just start another fight
You get yours, can't you see
You always get your comeuppance with me

Now, time has proved I'm churlish and I'm rude
And I find a real contentment in bad moods
And because it's all true,
There's nothing to do
Cause everything I've got belongs to you

Yeah everything I've got belongs to you
Everything I've got belongs to-
Everything I've got belongs to-
Everything I've got belongs to-
Everything I've got belongs to you

lil bro, big bro

The Vac has landed

It's name is Curtis, which is strange - but I guess if you were a vaccuum cleaner any name would seem odd really. Except "Barry". Barry is a perfectly acceptable name for an inanimate object. This is not to imply that Barrys per se are inanimate (or objects) or that they suck for that matter...it's that for some reason, "Barry" seems to me a good name for an appliance. All my appliances are named Barry. Even the ones that are named Curtis.

Never again

Never again will I buy a vacuum cleaner through an online auction house.
I am now the proud owner of a small guitar.
Not quite a ukulele, but ridiculous nonetheless.
And the dust bunnies are gleefully applauding.