oh yah? I has a bigger floor, and I iz lying on it, molten.
Friday, January 30
Wednesday, January 28
I can't stop
I can't stop listening to this song. I have to listen to it at least twice a day, more if possible. Don't look for an explanation because there isn't one. There cannot be one.
All the videos on Youtube are just like this one: compter-generated psychedelia + photographs of horses. The horse was the animal of the decade in the 1970s just as lolcats are the epitomic creatures of this era.
All the videos on Youtube are just like this one: compter-generated psychedelia + photographs of horses. The horse was the animal of the decade in the 1970s just as lolcats are the epitomic creatures of this era.
Sunday, January 25
The best dressed man in Healesville
Leonard Cohen's first Australian show last night at Rochford Winery in Healesville - well, it was great; just superb, funny, stylish, exciting, moving. Such a wonderful evening.
This was the day:
This was the bizarrely soft and green grass provided for us to recline upon:
This was the general scene:
This was the pair sitting in front of me who yacked all the way through Paul Kelly's set ('bla, bla, bla, this song was a movie yeh? Yeh with Hugh Jackman's wife in it, bla, bla, bla')
This was the police presence which was evidently deeply absorbed in enjoying the show and could usefully have gone about telling yackers to shut up, but didn't:
This was the wine you could buy there - byo not allowed - $30 a bottle; I didn't have any but just going by a visual assessment it didn't appear to contain gold flakes. Extortion notwithstanding there were a good number of concert goers stumbling around shitfaced at the end of the night.
I have heard it said that the contents of the forty or so portaloos discreetly arrayed at the back of the site are used by Rochford to fertilise the vineyards.
This was Leonard singing "The Future":
If you're going to another show you're going to have a seriously good time.
This was the day:
This was the bizarrely soft and green grass provided for us to recline upon:
This was the general scene:
This was the pair sitting in front of me who yacked all the way through Paul Kelly's set ('bla, bla, bla, this song was a movie yeh? Yeh with Hugh Jackman's wife in it, bla, bla, bla')
This was the police presence which was evidently deeply absorbed in enjoying the show and could usefully have gone about telling yackers to shut up, but didn't:
This was the wine you could buy there - byo not allowed - $30 a bottle; I didn't have any but just going by a visual assessment it didn't appear to contain gold flakes. Extortion notwithstanding there were a good number of concert goers stumbling around shitfaced at the end of the night.
I have heard it said that the contents of the forty or so portaloos discreetly arrayed at the back of the site are used by Rochford to fertilise the vineyards.
This was Leonard singing "The Future":
If you're going to another show you're going to have a seriously good time.
Wednesday, January 21
Hooray!
Warmest congratulations to all our friends in the United States.
Graham Linehan says everything else I wanted to say.
Go Obama!
Graham Linehan says everything else I wanted to say.
Go Obama!
Saturday, January 17
wrong answers and right questions
Thank you for your congratulations on our decision to get married. We have been together for seventeen years but I don't think that makes it any less of a good idea.
I am greatly looking forward to doing the deed, and hopefully we can organise it in such a way that avoids most of the expensiveness and all the ghastliness associated with the kind of wedding you read about in the newspaper (or at least, the kind of wedding I have recently taken to reading about in the newspaper.)
It does appear however that at least aspiring to the style of wedding where the bride turns up in a helicopter to confuse her guests is broadly assumed, and failure to appear interested in all the accoutrements is seen by some people as a bit puzzling and sad. The first two or three times we told people who aren't our friends or relatives that we're getting married (the saleswoman in a shop where Dorian was looking for a shirt to wear with his very cool 1960s Fletcher Jones suit, and my hairdresser) it prompted a string of questions, mutually disconcerting in that the questioner seemed to understand & like the answers about as little as I comprehended the questions.
It's interesting and all that to see what the word 'wedding' connotes for some people but truth be told I found these exchanges a bit confidence-shaking and have resolved to avoid getting into any others like them, as far as that's possible.
But on the other hand, gladdening my heart, the first question a great many people have asked, on being told about our engagement, pertains to what the cats & chickens will be wearing and what roles in the bridal party they will have to play. Whenever someone asks about this I know they understand what it's all about. It's something I've given a lot of thought to as it happens. Realistically, the cats will run off and hide as soon as people start to show up, and the chooks will just hang around in their yard hoping somebody will give them a caterpillar, same as always. But at least they can all be dressed nicely, and just as matchy-matchy as any gang of eight or nine bridesmaids swathed in identical aubergine satin.
Apparently trying on wedding dresses today goes something like this: with your mother, sister(s), bridesmaid(s), you go to the wedding dress shop, and, well, try on a string of dresses until you come out of the changing room in one and your audience all gasp and burst into tears. This is how you know it's The One. I had my own moment of breathlessly recognising The One yesterday afternoon in the material shop when I spotted two packages of embroidered net and broderie anglaise doll collars in the clearance bin. For $4 I got twenty-four collars.
Albie really likes them.
They look good on the chooks too but I'm afraid those ladies might need a bit of practice in wearing clothes beforehand.
I got some matching lingerie elastic to attach them to as well. Now all I need to do is decide whether everybody should each have a different coloured ribbon bow at the front that suits their individual colouring? If they all have the same it's going to be a challenge to pick one colour that flatters everyone.
I am greatly looking forward to doing the deed, and hopefully we can organise it in such a way that avoids most of the expensiveness and all the ghastliness associated with the kind of wedding you read about in the newspaper (or at least, the kind of wedding I have recently taken to reading about in the newspaper.)
It does appear however that at least aspiring to the style of wedding where the bride turns up in a helicopter to confuse her guests is broadly assumed, and failure to appear interested in all the accoutrements is seen by some people as a bit puzzling and sad. The first two or three times we told people who aren't our friends or relatives that we're getting married (the saleswoman in a shop where Dorian was looking for a shirt to wear with his very cool 1960s Fletcher Jones suit, and my hairdresser) it prompted a string of questions, mutually disconcerting in that the questioner seemed to understand & like the answers about as little as I comprehended the questions.
What are your wedding colours?
er, come again? Multicoloured?
Are you having a theme?
(Actually if anyone asks me this again I will say High School Musical)
Where are you registering? / Have you thought about what you're to going register for?
...
Where are you having the reception?
Backyard?
Where are you going for your honeymoon?
Not going anywhere?
Where are you getting your dress? Who's doing your photography / video / makeup?
I am making my own dress and putting on my own makeup lol. I assume anyone who wants a photograph will take one themselves.
It's interesting and all that to see what the word 'wedding' connotes for some people but truth be told I found these exchanges a bit confidence-shaking and have resolved to avoid getting into any others like them, as far as that's possible.
But on the other hand, gladdening my heart, the first question a great many people have asked, on being told about our engagement, pertains to what the cats & chickens will be wearing and what roles in the bridal party they will have to play. Whenever someone asks about this I know they understand what it's all about. It's something I've given a lot of thought to as it happens. Realistically, the cats will run off and hide as soon as people start to show up, and the chooks will just hang around in their yard hoping somebody will give them a caterpillar, same as always. But at least they can all be dressed nicely, and just as matchy-matchy as any gang of eight or nine bridesmaids swathed in identical aubergine satin.
Apparently trying on wedding dresses today goes something like this: with your mother, sister(s), bridesmaid(s), you go to the wedding dress shop, and, well, try on a string of dresses until you come out of the changing room in one and your audience all gasp and burst into tears. This is how you know it's The One. I had my own moment of breathlessly recognising The One yesterday afternoon in the material shop when I spotted two packages of embroidered net and broderie anglaise doll collars in the clearance bin. For $4 I got twenty-four collars.
Albie really likes them.
They look good on the chooks too but I'm afraid those ladies might need a bit of practice in wearing clothes beforehand.
I got some matching lingerie elastic to attach them to as well. Now all I need to do is decide whether everybody should each have a different coloured ribbon bow at the front that suits their individual colouring? If they all have the same it's going to be a challenge to pick one colour that flatters everyone.
Tuesday, January 6
Let the little blog live
That month off there was unplanned and to some degree involuntary. Happy 2009! etc. I've got no intention of letting my blog die just yet. It may take me a little while to remember how to write things for it, though.
Probably the most important thing that happened while I was away that needs to be recorded for posterity is that one of the chickens laid an egg that was bigger than Basil's whole head. It's the one on the right in this picture.
Another important thing that happened is that Dorian and I decided to get married. Actually technically this happened before I went blogAWOL - up in Queensland in November, he popped the question and of course I accepted. It was really rather romantic. Here's my ring:
We're going to marry in April, in our own backyard. It's not huge so we can't fit in a really large number of people (although just this afternoon our neighbour suggested taking down the fence between our properties for the day, lol) but I'm definitely inviting Brendan Nelson.
Probably the most important thing that happened while I was away that needs to be recorded for posterity is that one of the chickens laid an egg that was bigger than Basil's whole head. It's the one on the right in this picture.
Another important thing that happened is that Dorian and I decided to get married. Actually technically this happened before I went blogAWOL - up in Queensland in November, he popped the question and of course I accepted. It was really rather romantic. Here's my ring:
We're going to marry in April, in our own backyard. It's not huge so we can't fit in a really large number of people (although just this afternoon our neighbour suggested taking down the fence between our properties for the day, lol) but I'm definitely inviting Brendan Nelson.
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