Month: July 2007

I have picked up my copy of Harry Potter #7, but haven’t even cracked the cover yet.

We have, though, watched this. JK Rowling reading the first chapter to a captive audience. Rather dark, and a bit scary for the delicate amongst us.

Been a little mopey for the past few days, a maudlin introspective post is in the works, but in the meantime, I’ll leave you with the Gem Sweater.

A link for anyone who thinks that rabbits are furry little cuddly people.

And now an ad. Wait for the surprise ending 🙂

And P.S. Never flash your lights at a pregnant woman. Leaving North Sydney on Wednesday night during peak hour, I had to cross six lanes (yes, really – SIX lanes) of freeway traffic. By necessity, I had to cut in front of a guy in a Subaru who was driving much faster than the traffic flow. He flashed me. I gave him the finger, and immediately started to plan how I could swap back a couple of lanes and ram the bastard. He needed to die, and I was the right woman for the job.

Apparently, all those gushy, protect my beloved husband and unborn child hormones haven’t kicked in yet. But I sure have a full dose of the road rage ones…

Aussies will know the expression “as mad as a tree full of Galahs”.  For the rest of you, a Galah is a beautiful parrot, known for eccentricity and inedibility.

A tree full of any type of bird is a noisy and raucous place to be, all the more so if the birds in question are large, noisy, and feisty.  You don’t try to reason with a tree full of galahs.

This is actually a tree full of Corellas, another Australian parrot that mum photographed and sent to me tonight.  Mum and Dad are in the wilds of Bourke – mum is on a six week mission to help out, and it looks like I won’t be able to go out and visit as was originally planned.

In an interesting piece of domestic news, Cocky has decided that Daisy is a threat that must be eliminated.  She has taken to hissing and posturing at the poor feline whenever he slinks past her house.  Emma had it right – a parrot is like a two year old with a can opener on their faces.

So I’ll leave you with a little commentary about drugs.

It has always been my crazy idea that the people who get all uppity about drugs are the ones mot likely to have a problem with drugs. I had a girlfriend pray for my soul when I first experimented (in a careful and controlled manner), yet years later she became heavily addicted to speed, with disastrous consequences.

Now apparently, some research has been done about the impact of legal vs. illegal drugs. And guess what? Legal drugs are a FAR bigger societal problem than illegal and illicit drugs.

Article here.

Thanks to Mac at the Pesky Apostrophe for the link.

Mark and I got married on 04.04.04, so that makes today a sort of anniversary for us.

Since I buggered my shoulder just before our first anniversary, and our second anniversary saw Mark teaching full time (a bloody nightmare), our third year has been remarkably blessed, and I am keen to celebrate any little thing.

Yay us!

posting pictures = unhappiness, so here is a link to a lovely, lovely story.

Go read, you will smile.