Happy Monday

October 15, 2012 at 10:13 pm (Uncategorized)


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Hello, Kitty

September 17, 2012 at 9:01 pm (Uncategorized)

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August 27, 2012 at 7:37 am (Uncategorized)

1. “Mister? Mister, wake up!”

2. “What do you mean, “RUN!”? What kind of a doctor ARE you, anyway?”

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So much to love

August 20, 2012 at 9:38 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m reading “Pride and Prejudice”, a version which happens to have the below picture on the front cover.


The painting is “Congratulations” by George Henry Harlow. Here is my list of concerns about the painting:

1. Why are these young women clearly teething?

2. Who stretched out their necks like that?

3. Why is a man’s hand protruding from the right-hand woman’s neck?

4. Why is the left-hand woman’s head and neck not attached to the left-hand body (I don’t care how good your corset is, chests do not stick out that far)?


It seems I’m not the only person who just can’t draw hands.

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I got got

August 14, 2012 at 9:18 pm (Uncategorized)

So I was caught in a scam yesterday. A simple but brilliant*scam. My phone rang; I noticed it was a long-distance number and was instantly intrigued. All I heard when I picked up was a buzzing noise so, after a pathetically small period of wondering who had called me, I called the number back.

No-one picked up. No-one ever does – as I discovered when I googled the number to see if it belonged to a publisher or to some annoying advertiser. Calling them back cost me $1.25, apparently. So I won’t be doing that again in a hurry.

In unrelated news, Louisette is seven months old tomorrow, so I’ll be posting another months’ worth of daily photos.


*or so I like to tell myself

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Nothin’ to see here

July 28, 2012 at 11:39 am (Uncategorized)

Hey look! No blog entry all weekend! Go. . . . play outside or something.

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Diverting power to the main grid

July 23, 2012 at 7:26 am (Uncategorized)

I seem to be strangely busy these days*so I’ve decided to cut down on blogging a teensy bit. Those readers who’ve been around for a while (or who noticed that I still blogged while on my honeymoon/in labour/etc) will be stunned at this development, while the rest of you will be left wondering, “And the big deal is. . . ?”

The blog will be silent on weekends from this week onwards. The “articles by others” (usually on writing, usually with my comments) will be moved to Thursdays, and “Steampunk Sundays” will be moved to the somewhat less alliterative Tuesdays (from tomorrow – so you’ll score two steampunk days this week). Mondays will remain Miscellaneous (including any awesomenesses that deserve the name), Wednesdays all about Louisette, and Fridays will still be all about book reviews.


* I wonder why


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July 9, 2012 at 9:19 pm (Uncategorized)

So July is interesting so far. Our landlady is selling our flat; I’ve given up losing weight (for now); I’m about to go back on anti-depressants (just to see how functional I can get – possibly very functional indeed); my sister is in town and about to have a second child; and I’m looking for full-time work for the first time in my life. Should be interesting.

Here’s Louisette, pleased with her sudden increase in solo-sitting ability.

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A dream

March 22, 2011 at 9:45 am (Uncategorized)

Last night I dreamt that God was going to kill me.

It opened comfortably enough – I was at a hospital chatting to two other people while the doctor took care of us (all at once; he was quite the multitasker). It was a pleasant new-person conversation, and it was nice to have the doctor fussing over us and flattering our minor injuries.

Then the girl went out of the room into the hospital foyer, and the doctor followed her. We heard suspicious noises and the boy and I went to see what was happening. The girl had gone crazy, shot knives from her fingertips, and was killing him. While I dragged the doctor towards the outside door, the boy distracted the girl.

As the doctor and I reached the doorway, I realised that the boy was in the process of transforming into a knife-handed crazy person as well – and they were both heading our way. I abandoned the nice doctor to his horrible fate and flew away.

As I hovered above the hospital, I felt awful for the choice I’d made (despite my lack of practical options for derring-do), and wondered if I could live with myself. At that point, God was flying nearby (no I didn’t see him, but his presence was unmistakeable – somewhat Old Testament-y and scary).

He offered to let me die.

I knew that if I said yes, my life would end immediately. It seemed like a fairly good idea at the time, but I was quite scared and asked if I could say goodbye to CJ first. I also had a feeling CJ had something important to say about my decision.

The sense of God’s immediate presence faded, but I knew I had to hurry to CJ or I’d die before I got there. Also, a lot of other people were starting to fly around me, and they were all extremely dangerous. Some were pure evil already, and others (refugees like me) had the vacant stare that indicated they were beginning to transform.

I flew over the high brick hospital wall and across streets and roads, with more flying refugees and knife-people all around. Fortunately, I was able to fly higher up than most, but I had to keep a careful lookout in all directions.

It transpired that I was in London and CJ was in Canberra. A long and terrifying chase scene ensued.

After flying across the channel to Queensland (yay for subconscious georgraphy – which also gave me a sign in England saying “427km to Australia”) and across long stretches of coastline and desert, I accidentally flew into a tall prison-like school. Several other refugees fluttered frantically against the windows. I wrenched an opaque window from its frame only to stare directly into the balding face of the principal on the other side. I evaded his grasp, but plunged into darkness.

After a moment I realised where I was and reached out one hand. My fingers brushed against CJ’s T-shirt (CJ’s real, physical T-shirt, warm with his body heat), and I knew I was home, and awake, and I didn’t want to die.

How. . . reassuring.

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January 7, 2011 at 9:00 am (Uncategorized)

Before I start, see if you can tell what’s wrong with this picture (of items that I gathered without thinking only moments ago):

Waking up, and moving on. . .

CJ and I plan to have kids one day. We’re in the perfect phase of parenthood – when your kids don’t exist, and are therefore perfect in every way (except that we’re pretty much assuming, based on strong tendencies in our genes, they’ll have ADD, some kind of mental disorder, and a lack of coordination bordering on the comical).

I see our “job” to be teaching our kids how to be good and functional adults. Last night, to clarify my thinking, I wrote a list of what skills or mind-sets ideal adulthood includes:

Awareness of how to maintain physical health, and prepare healthy meals.

Knowing how to run a household.

Being responsible with finances.

Able to hold down a job/s and/or contribute to society.

Human relationships (including holding a conversation, making new friends, accepting/adjusting to different people, and knowing manners and how to treat people with respect – and how to end friendships if necessary).

Romance – how to choose a good life partner and how to stick with them – and parenthood.

A sense of self-worth and contentment and psychological health (including management of illness).

God/spiritual health.

Some of these things, especially at the beginning, are quite easy to teach. Others are taught by example (particularly romance, I think). I think the last item may not be teachable at all.

What do you think?

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