hard rubbish

As the title of this post suggests, it’s hard rubbish time around my house at the moment; a special time that comes but twice a year.
I’m quite fond of the hard rubbish period; there seems to be some sort of moral lesson in it about the value of thrift and the pointlessness of over-consumption. Or [...]

ouch

I’m always happy to chew the fat with JoJo, the world-renowned blogger behind runjanerun, particularly when she’s in this sort of mood: uh-oh drunk pussycat.
Sadly, I wasn’t able to answer her question on Saturday night, owing to having other things to do….
Anyway, she expressed a desire to hear more about my whacking-the-elbow-and-writhing-around-in-pain incident from Friday. [...]

Simone Warne

A late, but extremely competitive, entry in the 2007 head-slappingly-stupid comments awards. This one’s from Simone Warne/Callahan on the occasion of discovering her ex-husband has cheated on her again:
I’m angry that I was fooled again … I can’t believe he’s cheated on me again.
If that’s true, she’s possibly the only person in the western world [...]

long Krispy Kremy run

The weekend last was one chock-full of novel experiences, most of which are of the sort I can’t tell you for fear it may BLOW YOUR MIND; the remainder of the sort that are of interest to me my close circle of family and friends but aren’t appropriate for this medium.
What I can tell you [...]

sport and performance

I would like to express my everlasting gratitude to Beki for pointing me in the direction of this site:
Sport and Performance
I should warn you in advance, the site has one of the ugliest backgrounds I have ever seen, and the navigation is, shall we say, less than intuitive…
Beki apparently got it to say she could [...]

baby, I’m on fire

Excuse me while I go a bit MacEnroe for a minute. You must be kidding.
I just typed out at least 600 words of the purest gold, the best prose you have ever read and bloody Blogger packs up on me. Now it refuses to accept it ever existed, the bastard.
Anyway - I can’t be bothered [...]

silvery moon

For reasons which we don’t need to go into at this point, I was up, wide awake and positively buzzing with energy, for lack of a better word, at 4am this morning. There was zero chance of getting back to sleep, and as the alarm was set to go at 5, I decided to head [...]

sleep-running and flat daddies

There’s been a bit of comment around the traps recently about this:
Flat daddies
It’s a semi-federally funded US program that provides full-size printed posters of parents who are serving overseas in the US military. I guess they’re supposed to be some sort of substitute (although the website doesn’t use that word) for the real thing.
There’s something [...]