Tuesday, 8 April 2008

bad blogger

I am a bad blogger. I could say I WILL reform but that would be wishful at best. It must appear in other ways than words...

I did get myself a new digital camera so I could take photographs and put them on here. See:



The chooks laid a disturbing total of three eggs today which ought to be physically impossible but has happened nonthteless: one humungous monster which is all pale and drained-looking at the big end, one normal-sized offering, and one Brendan Nelson stunted little thing all covered in shit.

I would blog about something less parochial, but to be honest, between the horrible incest people in Mt Gambier and Kevin Rudd's unforgivably inexplicable and deeply worrying salute to George W. Bush last week, I'm reluctant to think much about the outside world. And I am cross with the groves of academe at the moment, so that's out as well.

13 comments:

innercitygarden said...

Some moron is doing laps of my street on his motorbike. Which pretty much sums up my week.

Hope yours improves soon.

kate

Rob said...

Yeah, what *was* Kevin thinking???

Zarquon said...

Weekly updates with "Still cross.
xxx L."
would be OK.

Anonymous said...

Irony. Can't be anything else. Either that or he was starting to pick his nose and remembered that his mum told him not to do it in front of the camera.

- barista

Pavlov's Cat said...

Yes, I read it as irony too. The incredulous giggle when he was subsequently asked about it at the press conference thingy suggested as much.

Don't forget this is the man who said he was going to enjoy messing with Ratty's head.

Pavlov's Cat said...

Oh, and top effort by chookens. Did the big one turn out to be a double-yoker?

If I had a dollar for every shit-covered egg I collected (one of the kids' chores) from all over the farm -- 'free range' doesn't really cover it -- between 1960 and 1965, I could retire.

lucy tartan said...

Irony, let's hope so, although I think it was so ineptly done (in terms of not foreseeing how obviously terrible it would look in the news) that good intentions are somewhat negated by wooly execution.

I would actually prefer the nose- (or ear-) picking hypothesis.

lucy tartan said...

Haven't opened the eggs yet to see what's inside.

Bernice said...

For the rest of my life, I'll look at an egg & think "Brendon Nelson..."

Drewzel said...

How about a weekly installment of "This is what gives me the shits?" We'd all enjoy that.
I stayed with my parents for a couple of days early this week and all they seem to watch on Foxtel is the Sky News channel. Blah blah blah. I don't know how they cope. I definitely recommend chickens as a tonic for what ails you in modern society.

3 eggs, well done girls!

"My eggs, let me show you them." I'd actually read a blog called that, featuring chickens.

Pavlov's Cat said...

'How about a weekly installment of "This is what gives me the shits?" We'd all enjoy that.'

Drewzel, I saw this and thought 'What a top idea, I could do that too.' And then I realised that I already do.

Mike said...

Methinks some people, in and out of the media, are reading waaay too much into the salute. It was pretty clearly just one guy saying howdy to another guy; it's a variation of a wave - I've done it myself, completely unaware of any disturbing political or social connotations that I might be giving off.

Honestly, people.

lucy tartan said...

The Brendab Nelson egg turned out to be just egg white with a little speck of yellow floating in the middle. Wrongtown.