You don't need simple answers/ To the questions that are asked of you
I was completely blown away by Harpo's 'Connections' post. This will be nothing like that, in the sense that it will be nowhere near as good, thoughtful or detailed. But you should read it anyway, because I said so.
Some random musings, somewhat connected:
An hour is not too far to drive for a work meeting if you are being paid to drive the distance and also do it (the driving, that is) in a work car with work petrol.
We have a new car for our personal use. It is our first new car ever It is ace.
Grizzlewick very helpfully told the car salesman to “be quiet, I’m talking to my Mummy”.
We’re probably lucky we still got a good price.
Grizzlewick has taught himself to slide down a pole. Surely it’s only a matter of time now before he joins the CFA.
The theme song for Fireman Sam has changed since the last time I saw it. And Fireman Sam now has a goddamn fax machine*. What is going on in the world of claymation?
There are no fires whatsoever in our area at the moment although it has been very hot.
Yesterday we fled the beach as we feared being caught in a storm, only to have our desire for some overnight rain (only while we were sleeping) completely dashed.
Mr Fix is not happy in this weather unless we are ordering and consuming copious amounts of fish and chips.
I worry that eating too much fish and chips will not be good for either my waistline or my cholesterol level. I also prefer hamburgers, most of the time.
My neighbours are fast considering me some kind of fitness freak after I have encountered two of them in the last week while out and about walking. One expressed surprise that it was necessary to walk each morning, bike to work AND go to yoga.
I’m not sure I understand why the rules for yoga are different while menstruating, but I’m not one to turn away a supportive bolster for my head while undertaking dog pose
Mr Fix’s mother was telling me on the weekend that she has friends who speak to their dogs in French because they are French poodles. That is frankly goddamn weird/wanky.
Camille’s album 'le fil' is absolutely awesome.
I am contemplating buying ‘Sam’s Town’ by The Killers as ‘When you were young’ is growing on me like some kind of feral bacteria.
My my, but Medium was scary on Wednesday night – that 19th century dude is clearly quite the bonkers.
I can’t decide whether or not I like Medium. I don’t particularly like Patricia Arquette, and I’m not sure I believe in psychics. So it’s really lose-lose in some ways, but for some reason I find myself watching it each week.
I did however very much enjoy ‘Human Nature’. MW and I saw it in a little theatre in Avignon and it was the only film in English available. We also saw ‘Happy Accidents’ with Marisa Tomei and Vincent D’onofrio, which I don’t think was released here in the cinema and I have never seen it on video (oops, I mean DVD)
I don’t like Marisa Tomei either. And I never had the crush on Goran that everyone else I know seemed to, particularly my friend Choirgirl.
Choirgirl has just moved to Darwin and I haven’t heard from her yet. I wonder if she is liking it. She became somewhat renowned for complaining about the heat in that stretch of hot weather before Christmas, so it’s possible she is not liking it much.
Mr Fix and I are contemplating taking young Grizzlewick to Vietnam for a couple of weeks next year. My parents have been ever year for the past five and love it. They could probably give us heaps of contacts and possibly even semi-arrange our trip for us, which would be quite good.
I love it how the Vietnamese people call the war of the 1960s/70s ‘The American War’. I wonder if Iraqi people will do the same on day down the track (assuming that is a conflict that ever ends).
Peter Garrett is learning the hard way why many journalists (particularly opinion writers) don’t’ become politicians – too much evidence of opinion that is easily accessible. That said, at least his lyrics are a little bit more interesting than Athol Guy’s. Plus, whatever the community perception of the inconsistency of his views on issues, I’ll bet they’d still back Garrett in a head-to-head “Who is the Aussiest” competition with Howard. No matter how many akubras that man wears, he’s can’t hold a candle to the lead singer of “the Oils” for claim to impact on Australian cultural history.
I never stop at historical markers. I am a history nerd, so I feel like I really should. I want to, but then when I’m in the car I’m always on my way somewhere, I don’t drive in a random way that allows for bulk roadside stops.
There have been a hellish rash of car accidents in our area recently. I had a minor panic attack about this this morning when driving between two towns.
I thought that the meeting I was going to this morning would be a waste of time and it turned out to be the most valuable meeting I have been to yet while working in this project.
If I don’t stop this stream of consciousness I may end up a wizened old crone stooped over my computer for all eternity.
Have a great weekend all.
* Also Bob the Builder has not only a band but also tiny claymation EFFECTS PEDALS to match with his guitar.
Some random musings, somewhat connected:
An hour is not too far to drive for a work meeting if you are being paid to drive the distance and also do it (the driving, that is) in a work car with work petrol.
We have a new car for our personal use. It is our first new car ever It is ace.
Grizzlewick very helpfully told the car salesman to “be quiet, I’m talking to my Mummy”.
We’re probably lucky we still got a good price.
Grizzlewick has taught himself to slide down a pole. Surely it’s only a matter of time now before he joins the CFA.
The theme song for Fireman Sam has changed since the last time I saw it. And Fireman Sam now has a goddamn fax machine*. What is going on in the world of claymation?
There are no fires whatsoever in our area at the moment although it has been very hot.
Yesterday we fled the beach as we feared being caught in a storm, only to have our desire for some overnight rain (only while we were sleeping) completely dashed.
Mr Fix is not happy in this weather unless we are ordering and consuming copious amounts of fish and chips.
I worry that eating too much fish and chips will not be good for either my waistline or my cholesterol level. I also prefer hamburgers, most of the time.
My neighbours are fast considering me some kind of fitness freak after I have encountered two of them in the last week while out and about walking. One expressed surprise that it was necessary to walk each morning, bike to work AND go to yoga.
I’m not sure I understand why the rules for yoga are different while menstruating, but I’m not one to turn away a supportive bolster for my head while undertaking dog pose
Mr Fix’s mother was telling me on the weekend that she has friends who speak to their dogs in French because they are French poodles. That is frankly goddamn weird/wanky.
Camille’s album 'le fil' is absolutely awesome.
I am contemplating buying ‘Sam’s Town’ by The Killers as ‘When you were young’ is growing on me like some kind of feral bacteria.
My my, but Medium was scary on Wednesday night – that 19th century dude is clearly quite the bonkers.
I can’t decide whether or not I like Medium. I don’t particularly like Patricia Arquette, and I’m not sure I believe in psychics. So it’s really lose-lose in some ways, but for some reason I find myself watching it each week.
I did however very much enjoy ‘Human Nature’. MW and I saw it in a little theatre in Avignon and it was the only film in English available. We also saw ‘Happy Accidents’ with Marisa Tomei and Vincent D’onofrio, which I don’t think was released here in the cinema and I have never seen it on video (oops, I mean DVD)
I don’t like Marisa Tomei either. And I never had the crush on Goran that everyone else I know seemed to, particularly my friend Choirgirl.
Choirgirl has just moved to Darwin and I haven’t heard from her yet. I wonder if she is liking it. She became somewhat renowned for complaining about the heat in that stretch of hot weather before Christmas, so it’s possible she is not liking it much.
Mr Fix and I are contemplating taking young Grizzlewick to Vietnam for a couple of weeks next year. My parents have been ever year for the past five and love it. They could probably give us heaps of contacts and possibly even semi-arrange our trip for us, which would be quite good.
I love it how the Vietnamese people call the war of the 1960s/70s ‘The American War’. I wonder if Iraqi people will do the same on day down the track (assuming that is a conflict that ever ends).
Peter Garrett is learning the hard way why many journalists (particularly opinion writers) don’t’ become politicians – too much evidence of opinion that is easily accessible. That said, at least his lyrics are a little bit more interesting than Athol Guy’s. Plus, whatever the community perception of the inconsistency of his views on issues, I’ll bet they’d still back Garrett in a head-to-head “Who is the Aussiest” competition with Howard. No matter how many akubras that man wears, he’s can’t hold a candle to the lead singer of “the Oils” for claim to impact on Australian cultural history.
I never stop at historical markers. I am a history nerd, so I feel like I really should. I want to, but then when I’m in the car I’m always on my way somewhere, I don’t drive in a random way that allows for bulk roadside stops.
There have been a hellish rash of car accidents in our area recently. I had a minor panic attack about this this morning when driving between two towns.
I thought that the meeting I was going to this morning would be a waste of time and it turned out to be the most valuable meeting I have been to yet while working in this project.
If I don’t stop this stream of consciousness I may end up a wizened old crone stooped over my computer for all eternity.
Have a great weekend all.
* Also Bob the Builder has not only a band but also tiny claymation EFFECTS PEDALS to match with his guitar.
posted by gigglewick at
5:27 pm
6 Comments:
I love historical markers. I drove past a historical marker on the Calder Highway every week for three years before I finally stopped and discovered that it commemorated the guy who was at some stage in charge of building the Calder Highway.
I think his name was Jock Comini.
As for Medium, I tried watching it but I couldn't get past the fact that the director clearly told Patricia Arquette to play every scene in the style of "recently hit on the hed with a tray".
Yes, buy "Sam's Town".
INCraig,
Jock Comini must have had relatives on Council.
Re PA - yu-huh. That's my problem too I think. And also I think Jake Weber's character is way too understanding.
Already have 'Hot Fuss'...so Sam's Town probably on the radar at some point.
Driving for its own sake is a tremendous pleasure as is, certainly, sliding down poles. If all modern life required was a great deal of sliding down poles there would never be wars, never mental illness and a great deal of joy. Joy can also come from sitting inside in hot weather and eating bad food. A mate of mine was talking about a dog (possibly a French poodle) that gets bad food to eat except the “bad food” was stuff like chicken breast with cream sauce. “Too rich” for the dog apparently. If it's bad for the dog, why is it OK for us? The Killers are OK, I guess. And I guess I don't know Choirgirl but we have some lovely flame trees in our street but thankfully in the several years I've been there we've never had an accident outside: the road itself is a tremendous pleasure to drive up.
The connection from Peter Garett to streetside historical markers was pure genius. That was cool, Gigglewick! Kudos.
I did enjoy that Gigglewick.
And the one thing I will take away with me tonight is that I get an extra comfy pillow for my poor afflicted body.
Cool.
Harpo,
I'm not such a fan of sliding down poles, but then I am quite clumsy. I do like waterslides.
The Killers would be better if not for the suspicious facial hair they have developed of late.
I suspect Choirgirl is "crying like a refugee" about the tropical weather, but I can't confirm that.
Actonb,
Yes, you must apparently support your head and also step out into poses rather than jumping. Which is a good move if it feels like your entire uterus is about to drop out.
Do you know, one of my friends stopped me mid-conversation recently and said "Hang on, have I already read about this on your blog?". Harumph.
Hee! I had a friend tell me all about a review she'd read of Billy Crystal's 700 Sundays the other day... It was my review. On my blog. But I'm glad she liked it...
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