Disco Knitter

Mark has just been told that he has to work on Saturday. And then long hours for the next few weeks, until a big project is finished.

The kid becomes more fun to be around every month. This month has brought more walking than crawling, and climbing everything, from the couch, to the dining chairs, to the mother, and even the oven.

He’s rather pleased with his new abilities, but very rarely uses them for good.

He can now sit at his own table and eat food off a plate.

More often, the food gets flung and he dances on the table, but the basic skills are there.

He’s learning from the bunnies that hay is a tasty treat.

And he’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I think I can get this model for $399, which sounds a bit too good to be true. Anyone used this machine? Heard horrible things about it?

Kate just posted that she got Satan’s autograph – and I looked up his wikipedia entry. Apparently, he is a devout Christian.

The world is full of contradictions

When George died (in 2004), one of the things we found in his kitchen was an ancient roll of cling wrap. George never bought a brand name product when there was a generic available, and he never bought the small size if there was a catering pack available. This Black Gold cling wrap could be ten years old, and on Saturday, when Mum and I were making a recipe from one of his sisters, it ran out.

Dad wasn’t feeling well on Sunday, so he got to have a little lie in. When Mum decided that it was time for him to wake up, Inigo was given the job.

Just because I love my new lens so much…

But most reactions are due to the spread of pollens that react with certain fruits and vegetables.

So he can eat all the rockmelon he wants to, as long as he lives in a bubble?

Because I think it’s good manners to show your appreciation with baked goods, I took a batch of Anzac Biscuits to the Opera House yesterday. After the show, we caught up with Kate to chat about it, and I mentioned how much I loved the dancing of the woman wearing the “I Love NY” t-shirt, the enthusiasm of the conductor, and the powerful and oily charm of Satan.

Today I got an email from Kate saying that she had given each of these people a biscuit (and her fellow follow spot operator), and that they were a hit with Satan.

It’s not every day you get an endorsement from basement cat.

I finally got around to cutting and hemming my new wrap

A marker for the middle of the wrap.

The marvelous Kate rang tonight and offered us tickets to see “Jerry Springer the Opera“. Of course, we didn’t have any plans for tomorrow that couldn’t be broken, and we decided to fob off the kid on my parents (who are going to Parkes for 6 weeks on Wednesday, so clearly they need more time with the kid!).

Sally reviewed it last week, and I thought “sounds great, what a pity we can’t afford to go”.

Now I just have to decide what to wear. What could possibly be appropriate?

I feel so much better now!

Of course, I am a little pissed off that the eminent doctor says that women should feel empowered to seek medication to help “if they have a job, like a doctor” and they have to work.

Personally, I think ALL women should feel empowered to seek help, regardless of employment status.

But I’m not a doctor

Mark has fixed comment notification on the blog, so there should be less of a delay now that I will be notified of pending comment.

Yay!

Thanks darling

A million years ago, when I was working on Babe: Pig in the City, I walked into the huge studio at Fox for my first night on the job, and saw a giant animatronic pelican.

The special effects unit was working nights, because the main unit was, and George Miller wanted everyone working on the same shifts. A microwave link was set up between main unit, second unit, and I think also the edit suite. If main unit was on night shoots, so were the rest of us.

Anyone who has worked nights will tell you that the first night shift is a strange thing. You tried to stay up late the night before, you tried to sleep in and do nothing all day so that you could make it through the night, and you turn up for work and can’t stop yawning. Add to that the nervousness of working on such a huge scale, with a new crew that you don’t know, and it’s nerve-wracking.

So under the circumstances, the pelican was a bit of a shock. It was big, it was feathered, it had a huge leathery bill, and bright yellow rimmed eyes. It was the fakest fake thing I had ever seen. It was surrounded by a team of puppeteers, tweaking each little movement, trying to make the flying motion look like a real pelican. Good luck, I thought, and wandered off to find the camera truck.

Some months later, on another job, I was at Sea World on the Gold Coast, where they have a pelican rehabilitation facility. I was lucky enough to stand about three feet away from a real, live, actual pelican.

Amazing, I thought. It looks just like an animatronic pelican.



Inigo sees a pelican for the first time

Waves!

Much less scary than they were last time we were at the beach on his birthday


Everything is less scary when daddy is around


Buried in sand


Fun, despite the taste

The end

Babe: Pig In The City (Theatrical Trailer) Unedited
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Show me a mother that doesn’t feel guilt, and I’ll show you a man.

Which is totally crap. But in my experience, mothers of my generation feel guilty about everything. Guilty for not working and contributing to society, guilty for working and not being a stay at home mother.

Now, for something to lift the mood – baby capybaras, the worlds largest rodent. I’ve been know to fancy a rodent or two

The list is a little pat, but there is enough of the Girl Guide in me to get excited.

Here.

Yes – unless you try to DIY without a doctor.

Unapologetically Female has an interesting insight into Heroes.

Although my knitting has slowed to about a row every week, I still have the compulsion to check out what’s new…

And today, I was rewarded with the worst crime against yarn I’ve ever seen.

A conglomeration of abominations.

But to balance that, I found this -

For $5 a meter!

I’m going to make a new baby carrier, the colours are perfect.