A new phrase for having your period......"Riding the cotton pony"  *giggles hysterically*

Ganked from grain_damaged 

BE HONEST! COPY FROM HERE THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT THEN, REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS.
1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
2) What was your dream growing up?
3) What talent do you wish you had?
4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
5) Favorite vegetable?
6) What was the last book you read?
7) What zodiac sign are you?
8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
9) Worst Habit?
10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
11) What is your favorite sport?
12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)
19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Bottle or can soda?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
28) Do you believe in ghosts?
29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30) Do you swear a lot?
31) Biggest pet peeve?
32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
35) Do you believe in God?
36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

No visuals, just the song.

To see images, watch Ep 8 of The Dollhouse, "Needs"

A-Ha - Lifelines

Free - Wishing Well.  Ignore the film clip. 

Pink Floyd - The Great Gig in the Sky with the incomparable Sam Brown doing the first part of that incredible vocal solo.
although Clare Torry did the most amazing job on the original.

Over the last couple of months I have bought some beautiful silk scarves.  And I mean really beautiful ones.  They measure around 30 inches square, maybe even a bit more, and are more like works of art than patterned scarves.  They are fairly old, so produced in the 1950's and 1960's and are currently completely wasted sitting in a draw. 

I want to display them somehow.  But, the thing is; I don't want to damage the silk.  So , I don't want to sew them in any way and I can't frame them because they're just too too big.

Do any of you clever people out there have any ideas?

I've made this a public entry so if you know anyone who has any ideas, can you point them in my direction please.....  Thanks!!

Just ignore the weirdness/lameness of the very 80's film clip.  But that's life.  And it never ceases to amaze me.

Eeek.  I would have to answer this question a few times to fit them all in.......  Books that I just could not live without...

1.  I, Claudius by Robert Graves.
2.  Fire from Heaven by Mary Renault
3.  Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey
4.  These Old Shades by Georgette Heyer
5.  A History of Byzantium by John Julius Norwich (I know, this one is cheating, but I'm counting a series of 3 books as 1)

Mine's ironic.  I'm not kittenish.  Ich habe mir gedacht, ich koennte vielleicht eine Deutsche Name nehmen......And Katzchen by itself was taken.  I like 24.  But I'm not.

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a dinosour doctor.  Now I'd settle for archaeologist/paleaontologist.

I am such an early bird.  I love the quiet of morning, watching the sunrise and listening to birdsong.  I love the feeling that there is a whole day in front of me, filled with surprises and interest and things to do.  In summer, I love the coolness before the sun comes over the horizon to burn and scorch.  In winter, I love that early morning frantic race for the dressing gown and slippers, warming my hands on my first coffee for the day, and feeling warm water run over my body when I take my shower.

Yep, I'm definitely an Early Bird......

Has anyone ever seen Never Mind the Buzzcocks???  To quote my hero Mark Lamarr, from that dreadful diva Whitney Houston...... "I'm shaving off my muff for you" (sung instead of "I'm saving all my love for you")

I've had more problems with the words of James Reyne of the band "Australian Crawl", where it was always impossible to work out what he was singing.

Phew, tough choice, but I'm probably going to have to go for anger unfortunately.  I'm not too sure about the rest, they are more limited in scope, but I will say that greed, gluttony and sloth are right down the bottom of the list.  Envy and pride will be fighting it out for 2nd place.  It's not a nice thought really.

Yes I do.   I generally take a book or paper with me to read, but if I'm in the mood I'll do it.   It is like having a glass of wine at home alone, or going to the movies by myself.  Just because I'm by myself, doesn't mean I should miss out on things people do in company.  It doesn't even mean that I don't have any friends.  It just means I'm by myself.

At the moment, the most important fact of my life is the weather.  I hate summer, and summers in Adelaide are getting worse and worse.  We have a hot dry summer here, and when there's no breeze, the heat just sucks the life out of me.

Today we are due for our 7th day in a row of temperatures over 40C (I think that's 104 on the old scale).  The night temperatures have barely dropped below 30C (86F) so there's no respite even at night. 

To make it worse, I don't have airconditioning.  It's something I've been proud of, that I've lived in this house for 13 years and never needed it.  I've always accepted the fact that there might be one or two days where it gets unpleasant inside, but this is just unbearable.  So much for my commitment to having as little impact on the environment with my house as possible.  I've always felt that with sufficient discipline with blinds and doors, I can get through a summer in reasonable comfort.  But now, everything in the house is hot.  Clothes, cupboards, walls, floors, bed. 

For the last two nights I've slept on the floor in the lounge in front of the French doors in the desperate hope that there might be some kind of breeze I can catch.  Believe me, floorboards are not comfortable.  My life is currently determined by whether I can do something in front of the fan or not.

I can't sleep at Marks place at the moment, because he's got people staying with him, and that means that his bedroom door is shut so the aircon doesn't go in there.  His guest is sleeping in the lounge under a blanket :-(

My garden is dying because of the water restrictions we are under, and I didn't have enough forethought to drape the trees and plants in shade cloth.  I've scrounged water from showers, and clothes washing, and even from a small bath I ran for myself two days ago, but it's not enough.

Sorry folks, but here's another complaint about the weather.  OK, it's 42C AGAIN.  It's too hot to do anything AGAIN.  I still have two chickens so that's a small blessing.  I came home and sprinkled them with cold water and hosed down their shade so hopefully they'll make it through today.

But so far in the garden, the death toll includes;
- all of the little zucchinis that were growing
- a couple of the smaller tomato plants
- my sage bush
- a wild potato that came up out of nowhere
- the tomatoes that were growing on the surviving plants

Critically wounded includes;
- the peach tree
- the Granny Smith apple tree
- the Pink Lady apple tree
- one chilli bush
- one capsicum

Seriously injured;
- my cycad
- one of the cucumber plants
- some of the other tomato plants

It's only going to be 40C on Saturday and Sunday, with Monday being 39, Tuesday and Wednesday 38, then Thursday back up to 40 again.  I could seriously cry.

It depends on how they say it........

This morning was the final in a series of shocks.  I'm a fan of detective fiction, particularly the stuff produced by women between about 1930 and 1970.  I know that sounds awfully narrow, but there's something about these books that really appeals to me.  I love Ngaio Marsh, Josephine Tey, Margery Allingham, Dorothy Sayers etc etc etc.  I'll even read Agatha Christie provided Hercule Poirot isn't involved.  These books tend to be more of the "The body is in the library, sir" type of genteel procedural, where the detective is a gentleman who wouldn't dream of setting forth from anywhere without his hat and gloves.  I read other crime fiction (as an example, I used to read Patricia Cornwell, but gave up because she was too bloody and violent) but this is where my passion is. 

I have read and reread these books so often, they're like old and dear friends.

Anyway, I also love audiobooks.  So, great was my joy when I discovered a source of audiobooks just waiting to be downloaded and enjoyed wherever I may be.  I have recently been listening to a few Ngiao Marsh books, and am currently in the middle of a Josephine Tey mystery, The Man in the Queue. 

It's a very different experience, to read a book with your eyes, as opposed to hearing it with your ears.  Because I know the books, and tend to skim read them rather than word by word, I tend to miss stuff or don't really take it in that thoroughly.  But now, hearing them being spoken is a very extraordinary thing because I have to listen and concentrate on every word.  (Note, I'm possibly about to use some racially offensive terms and stereotypes).  To my shame, I hadn't really thought about it, but the books are quite offensive.  I'm bearing in mind that the two books I've recently heard were written in the 1950's when such expressions were common, and I have to remind myself that the authors were products of their times, but to hear these words being spoken out loud, repeatedly, is quite shocking.  And the terms *whispers quietly* dago and nigger come loaded with stereotypes and expectations that are fully displayed and explored in these novels. 

I reject these stereotypes, but I won't stop reading or listening to these books, I mean, I really enjoy them despite the biased, and just plain wrong assumptions made about characters based on their race.  I guess it's something we have to learn, how to spot a stereotype and see beyond it.  It makes me wonder, what will people think of the stereotypes loaded into current literature when they come to read it 50 years from now.  Or even, what will those stereotypes be?

This amused me mightily......


*giggles*

Also snitched from redhead_curvey 

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This afternoon and evening have contained some small happys.  

I'm happy because it's stone fruit season.  I've been buying up peacherines and nectarines and cherries *bliss* and scoffing them like a pig.  There's grapes as well....

The chicky-babes are happy because I've been giving them extra yummy stuff.  At the Central Market there is a place called Goodies n Grains which sells whole food etc.  They make juice as well, and were advertising the pulp from their juicer to give away as chicken food or compost.  The chickys were a bit nervous at first, but are scoffing it down.

I had prawns for dinner.  I bought myself 8 prawns on the way home from work, and scarfed them for dinner.  Actually, the chickys got the prawn shells too!

When I went outside to feed the chickys, it was raining :-D  It was still quite warm, and the sky had that funny yellowish tinge to it.  The rain was so wonderful.  The air had that fabulous smell to it.  It was a happy moment.

I'm watching Dylan Moran "Monster". 


I've seen squirrels on squirrelcam.