Why is it called quicksand, when it fact, there’s nothing quick about it at all? This lead me to el pronto google the topic and discovered a number of things that just blew my mind. OK, straying right now and I know I’ve blown a few candles in my time, but I’ve never successfully projected…
Just watched Planet of the Apes on Channel ONE. The blog title is the last line of script voiced by Charlton Heston as he dropped to his knees onto the sand, with the voiceless hot, hot, super hot chick behind him, … realising that the Statue of Liberty was evidence that he had returned to…
Just curious, do people use the fin for anything else? With all this focus on soup, we might be creating a generation of smarties who will conjure up shark fin jelly, sandwiches or vegemite and shark fin extract to side step this ban. We should ban shark fin harvesting full stop for whatever reason! I’m…
I’ve been forgetful of late and have failed to give you all an update of my progress on the Cancer front. [Insert the virtual drum roll, a touch of harp, and a tingle or two on the triangle]. My PSA results levelled in December last year, after 2 consecutive drops over 9 months, which brings…
This is what a beautiful six year old girl gets you for Christmas. An exercise book with 8 FREE pages, so I can write a little bit more of my own story. I guess this is a reflection of what is important and rich in her own life. She loves to write stories and believes…
At 12 past 12, 12th day of Dec, I was driving out of the work car park. Nothing particularly dazzling or significant about this but the cosmic boost of energy at this precise moment got me to the gym without complaint. I googled 12/12/1212, which meant our focus today 2012 has really been on the…
I’ve infiltrated the secret society of book readers, and successfully passed the ritual rights of passage (paddles, tar and feathers). I am now a fully fledged member of literary giants. They call it a ‘book club’, I think it’s a secret poet society thing. After about six months, it’s now my turn to choose a…
I’m sitting at Row 13 Seat B, which means I’m positioned in that unenviable place having a body on both sides of me. My elbows uncomfortably nudge my temporary neighbours, and it becomes a silent battle of wills as to who secures the arm rests which I consider to be prime real estate on this…
I was driving to North Sydney this afternoon, … and guess what was presented to me along the roadside? Some guy conducting a gold digging explorative search up his nose with his finger. What’s with these people? Isn’t it still an unsociable thing to do, or at least can’t they hide in some alley out…