Monthly Archives: October 2012

Trick or treating with our favourite neighbours

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Trick or treating with our favourite neighbours

It’s Halloween.

I know this because on our run this afternoon we came across at least 5 different groups of trick or treaters trawling the streets for lollies (and cavities).

As we walked off the burn of the leisurely 2.5km amble, we got to thinking “What the heck is Halloween about anyway?” It’s the kind of thing you feel like you should know, but have never bothered to find out. Andy figured it was a Pagan thing. I felt like it had something to do with the Christian ‘All Saints Day’.

So, as today’s community service I thought I’d Google it on behalf of all the ignorant Aussies out there…

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A vegan cockfight and a shed-load of sheep shit

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A vegan cockfight and a shed-load of sheep shit

“One can measure the greatness and the moral progress of a nation by looking at how it treats its animals”. ~ Mahatma Gandhi

But how shall my own greatness and moral progress be measured?

On Saturday, with Andy’s help, I finally ticked off the tenth item on my “List of 30 things to try before I’m  30“, Number 17: ‘Volunteer at Edgar’s Mission Farm Sanctuary‘.

Edgar's Mission

Pick the odd one out…

I am now officially a third of the way through my Top 30 challenge, which (coincidentally) places me perfectly on track as the first third of my year-long journey comes to a close.

How, then, shall my own greatness and moral progress be measured?

I’d hazard a guess and say “By the shovel-full”.

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The not-so-little mermaid

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The not-so-little mermaid

When you’re in the middle of a Top 30 challenge, you’re never quite sure what’s going to turn up in the mail…

Mermaid Tail

Fishy out of water?

I am now one flaming red wig away from list item number 29, ‘Participate in a photo shoot on the rocks of a beach dressed as Ariel from ‘The Little Mermaid‘!

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From glass-half-empty to cup runneth over: How to get your fill of life

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From glass-half-empty to cup runneth over: How to get your fill of life

As many of you already know, I was made an orphan 3 months ago.

No, no my parents didn’t die or anything like that. Despite my Dad having a red-hot go at it for a while there, he tore himself away from the brink to jet off to Europe for a 3 month holiday with my mother, leaving my siblings and I to fend for ourselves for the longest consecutive period ever, and leaving me to run the family business.

Consequently, I’ve become rather busy… to the point where I’ve started to question whether this Top 30 List was really such a great idea…

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Hey Jude

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Hey Jude

Lately, I’ve been spending a lot of Sundays sewing. It’s a great way to feel creative, although I must confess that I don’t always come up with the ideas myself.

Today, for example, witnessed a collaboration between my friend Corey and I, resulting in this darling little “nautical-but-nice” number for brand-spanking new baby Jude.

Jude

Because even newborns should feel like they live in the Hamptons

Those who know Corey and I will also know that we never collaborate on anything (except for Simpsons quotes and a capella versions of nineties pop anthems), so this is proof positive that babies bring people closer together. In this case, they bring people with style (like Corey) together with people with time on their hands and a mild obsession with babies (like me).

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Write as reign

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Write as reign

It’s probably not all that surprising but I’ve become quite busy of late.

Between the Top 30 list and my day job, I’ve barely even had time to enjoy my most favourite of guilty pleasures: Neighbours.

I’m exhausted, and to make matters worse? Tomorrow, I up that ante just a little bit.

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If you want to be me, be me.

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If you want to be me, be me.

All my life I have been teased for being an overachiever.

It’s not that I’m some kind of genius… or even particularly good at anything really. I did well at school and I’ve done well at work since, but I was never THE smartest, THE fastest, THE prettiest, THE funniest or THE best at anything at all. Yesterday I mentioned some of the many prizes I’ve won in competitions. What you’ll quickly notice is that none of those prizes were for awarded for talent (unless you consider being the fastest to dial through to a radio station a “talent”). Sure, I’ve got a ream of 90 GSM mottled pink paper with “Principal’s Award” plastered on each sheet, but in sports I’ve never won anything more than a trophy for participation, and in academia I’ve never won more than those delightful paper certificates (which were handed out with reckless abandon at our school).

Actually, there was that one time at uni that I won a CASH PRIZE for an essay I wrote on disability discrimination… but I suspect that had more to do with the fact that I was the only person in the class who dared to go outside the set reading and write about something other than sex or sexuality-based discrimination. I bought a gold watch with the prize money, which just goes to show how horribly deprived I have been of recognition for my limited achievements.

My point is that I find it funny that over the years people have looked at me and said “She has something I wish I had”. There’s absolutely no basis for that claim and I’ll tell you why…

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Movie Review: No 35. Apocalypse Now

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Movie Review: No 35. Apocalypse Now

Kurtz: The horror… the horror…

Honestly, I could just leave my review at that… but I won’t.

I feel compelled to provide you all with a sterner warning as to why you should not waste 3 hours of your lives on this film.

Apocalypse Now Martin Sheen

Sheen enjoys his Vegemite for breakfast, lunch and… MURDER.

Then again, I’m starting to get the feeling that these movie reviews are saying more about me than the quality of the films I’m watching. Surely the imdb Top 100 list can’t be as bad as my reviews are making it out to be?

To test the theory, I’m going to approach this review a little differently…

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Movie Review: No 44. Spirited Away

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Movie Review: No 44. Spirited Away

No.

Just, no.

Last night a massive blackout hit the inner west, affecting 70 sets of traffic lights and around 25,000 homes… including ours. We ate dinner by candle light and then settled in to the glow of the fully-charged laptop to watch ‘Spirited Away’. If only our own souls could have been lucky enough to jump aboard a steamboat into another realm we might have been spared the pain.

You know that feeling when someone tells you the crazy dream they had the night before and all you can do is scream inside because it holds zero relevance for you and you are so bored out of your mind with the conversation that you want to stab them in the eyeballs just so you’ll have a different topic to talk about?

That’s what it’s like to watch ‘Spirited Away’.

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