

:: Saturday, September 30, 2006
Revisiting
On New Year's Day this year, I posted about things that go off with a Bang, and Top 10 Lists and why I don't ever usually do them.
The Blogsphere has been going off to the Meme, a "unit of cultural information that can be transmitted from one mind to another." Out here in the 'sphere, that's a top 5 or top 10 books/movies etc which a blogger tags another blogger to complete.
The Meme is the new black. But I liked the old black better and I don't do the Meme thing because I really can't be bothered; I'm too busy reading new books to talk at length about a whole lot of books I've already read.
Well, usually.
It's 2.30am; I wish someone would put my leg out and I could go to sleep. I know, I'll start a Meme and tag Flattie and then I'll be asleep in no time. Or I could start adding my books to the database and see what I've really got. That should take a while, they're piled up all over the place now that I've run out of bookcases.
Anyone got a nice solid timber bookcase 900mm high and 1200mm long they want to donate to a really worthy cause? Would ya give it to me instead?
Reading: Sarum....still. Well come on, it took 11,000 years of history to make 1344 pages, it's gotta be worth a couple of weeks to read it, going slow and taking it all in.
Listening to: George Harrison - While My Guitar Gently Weeps
PS Hands up who that was sunbathing in The Hague when the satellite went over.

The Blogsphere has been going off to the Meme, a "unit of cultural information that can be transmitted from one mind to another." Out here in the 'sphere, that's a top 5 or top 10 books/movies etc which a blogger tags another blogger to complete.
The Meme is the new black. But I liked the old black better and I don't do the Meme thing because I really can't be bothered; I'm too busy reading new books to talk at length about a whole lot of books I've already read.
Well, usually.
It's 2.30am; I wish someone would put my leg out and I could go to sleep. I know, I'll start a Meme and tag Flattie and then I'll be asleep in no time. Or I could start adding my books to the database and see what I've really got. That should take a while, they're piled up all over the place now that I've run out of bookcases.
Anyone got a nice solid timber bookcase 900mm high and 1200mm long they want to donate to a really worthy cause? Would ya give it to me instead?
Reading: Sarum....still. Well come on, it took 11,000 years of history to make 1344 pages, it's gotta be worth a couple of weeks to read it, going slow and taking it all in.
Listening to: George Harrison - While My Guitar Gently Weeps
PS Hands up who that was sunbathing in The Hague when the satellite went over.


:: Thursday, September 28, 2006
The Times, they are a'changin'
Just when daylight savings is about to hit us, I stumble upon these fabulous little numbers.

I'm blessed with such exquisite timing.
Did you know that almost 160 years ago in 1868, New Zealand was possibly the first country to adopt a standard, nationally-observed time, which was 11 hours 30 minutes ahead of Greenwich Mean Time and called New Zealand Mean Time (NZMT). In 1941, the time was advanced 30 minutes. Then summer daylight savings was introduced and farmers went nuts, housewives despaired of their fading curtains from the extra hour of sunshine and many people learnt to get into bed early the night it changed to avoid that late start to their Sunday.
And they learnt how to adjust their clocks and change their smoke detector batteries. Don't forget yours when you go to bed this Saturday night.


I'm blessed with such exquisite timing.
Did you know that almost 160 years ago in 1868, New Zealand was possibly the first country to adopt a standard, nationally-observed time, which was 11 hours 30 minutes ahead of Greenwich Mean Time and called New Zealand Mean Time (NZMT). In 1941, the time was advanced 30 minutes. Then summer daylight savings was introduced and farmers went nuts, housewives despaired of their fading curtains from the extra hour of sunshine and many people learnt to get into bed early the night it changed to avoid that late start to their Sunday.
And they learnt how to adjust their clocks and change their smoke detector batteries. Don't forget yours when you go to bed this Saturday night.


:: Sunday, September 24, 2006
Pavillions
WTF will they think of next

It looks neat from the inside. It's a bit different to Ye Olde Medieval Castle, innit? I could probably go for a "Personal Prayer Transmission Vessel", too.

I wonder if they come in purple, or even Midnight Blue Gold Flake Metallic (to match my flash new PC when I build it)... I don't like things that are white.


It looks neat from the inside. It's a bit different to Ye Olde Medieval Castle, innit? I could probably go for a "Personal Prayer Transmission Vessel", too.

I wonder if they come in purple, or even Midnight Blue Gold Flake Metallic (to match my flash new PC when I build it)... I don't like things that are white.


:: Saturday, September 23, 2006
Chilly calamari
This has to be the squid ring from Hell

"Weighing 100kg, Squid Vicious is about 1 year old and fully mature. He has a body, two long feeding tentacles and eight arms with suction cups on them."
Click on that baby and read more about him in the NZ Herald.


"Weighing 100kg, Squid Vicious is about 1 year old and fully mature. He has a body, two long feeding tentacles and eight arms with suction cups on them."
Click on that baby and read more about him in the NZ Herald.


:: Friday, September 22, 2006
Calling Gordon Shumway
While on the subject of Aliens (ok so we weren't really, ok sort of but we are now), today marks the 20th Anniversary of the first episode of A.L.F.
It featured, of course, ALF.
The little hairy bugger was a breath of fresh air onscreen, and the show was sometimes very funny. A neat feature was that each episode's name was also a name of a song that fitted into that episode's plot. Sort of a theme for a theme, really...
Alf also had a whole bunch of funny one-liners. You can sharpen up those rusty clicking fingers and listen to one
But he wasn't just a lazy, dishonest, gluttonous feline-munching blow-hard, he was a really amazing musician who could play loads of instruments





I guess it's because I like Alf that I have a dog from the species they appear to have modelled him on, the beautiful Lady Nuska.

Happy Birthday, Alf.
ALF: Ha, YEAH! I kill me".

It featured, of course, ALF.
The little hairy bugger was a breath of fresh air onscreen, and the show was sometimes very funny. A neat feature was that each episode's name was also a name of a song that fitted into that episode's plot. Sort of a theme for a theme, really...
Alf also had a whole bunch of funny one-liners. You can sharpen up those rusty clicking fingers and listen to one
But he wasn't just a lazy, dishonest, gluttonous feline-munching blow-hard, he was a really amazing musician who could play loads of instruments





I guess it's because I like Alf that I have a dog from the species they appear to have modelled him on, the beautiful Lady Nuska.

Happy Birthday, Alf.
ALF: Ha, YEAH! I kill me".


:: Thursday, September 21, 2006
Night Moves
Atlantis came home at 10.22PM our time tonight with another easy landing.


While they were up there, the crew saw (and filmed) some interesting "space junk" that kept them company on their travels


and you can view the video of it at this link.
Cool, eh!
I'm really impressed with space junk that can hold formation and perform what appear to be manoeuvres with each other like this stuff can do. I got all sorts of bits of video with clever garbage zooming back and forward and around the space station and the shuttle so the Spacemen must have left lots and lots of really intelligent rubbish up there on their travels.
But I am always left really reassured by the plausible explanations given while the microphones are turned on. I mean, they can hardly tell the whole world that they have visitors and no-one bothered to bring cake or the coffee machine, can they?
Popbitch says: "Q: What is a shitzu. A: A zoo with no animals."



While they were up there, the crew saw (and filmed) some interesting "space junk" that kept them company on their travels


and you can view the video of it at this link.
Cool, eh!
I'm really impressed with space junk that can hold formation and perform what appear to be manoeuvres with each other like this stuff can do. I got all sorts of bits of video with clever garbage zooming back and forward and around the space station and the shuttle so the Spacemen must have left lots and lots of really intelligent rubbish up there on their travels.
But I am always left really reassured by the plausible explanations given while the microphones are turned on. I mean, they can hardly tell the whole world that they have visitors and no-one bothered to bring cake or the coffee machine, can they?
Popbitch says: "Q: What is a shitzu. A: A zoo with no animals."


:: Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Git on in there
Kathy? This one's for you.
Cos it uses "git" the same way ya'll said you hear it used in Texas.
It's the World Famous (it's been around a long time) Trailer Park Trash web page. You can tell they aren't as politically correct inArkansas Arizona as we are in NZ.
Favourite captions:
"This is Gavin, hes parents own the trailer park. I found him wacking off in some bushes (found him easiy caus he yeld "yi-har") but he lets me know html on the internet." (sic)
and
"These are the 2 kids we throw stuff at. there used to be 3, and now mom says we cannot though heavy stuf." (sic)

Cos it uses "git" the same way ya'll said you hear it used in Texas.
It's the World Famous (it's been around a long time) Trailer Park Trash web page. You can tell they aren't as politically correct in
Favourite captions:
"This is Gavin, hes parents own the trailer park. I found him wacking off in some bushes (found him easiy caus he yeld "yi-har") but he lets me know html on the internet." (sic)
and
"These are the 2 kids we throw stuff at. there used to be 3, and now mom says we cannot though heavy stuf." (sic)


:: Monday, September 18, 2006
Words I like to say out loud
Git
Pronunciation: 'git
Function: noun
Etymology: variant of get, term of abuse, from get British : a foolish or worthless person
There are so many words it goes with; use 'git' in a sentence today!

Pronunciation: 'git
Function: noun
Etymology: variant of get, term of abuse, from get British : a foolish or worthless person
There are so many words it goes with; use 'git' in a sentence today!


:: Sunday, September 17, 2006
Speaking of pets...
There was an article in the local paper a couple of days ago about the staff of the local SPCA being so traumatised by the need to put down animals that they need stress leave and counseling to help them cope.
Well, having just lost one SPCA refugee (who cost $50 fee when acquired) I am disappointed that the staff are killing so many animals when many could go to perfectly good homes if the fees were dropped to a reasonable level. Yeah, ok, so it costs money to feed/house/doctor/neuter these pets, but to do all that and them pay further money to dispose of them because nobody takes them home when people would happily adopt them for a small, a reasonable sized donation is just pathetic and a waste of the financial resources they have, which in the case of Tauranga SPCA is currently plenty thanks to a million dollar bequest by an elderly person not long ago.
We like saving cats lives and integrating them into our family; we don't like this implicit expectation that you will pay $75 to adopt a cat and commit yourself to paying for its needs for the rest of its life, and that if you can't afford a pet from the SPCA that it's better for them to kill it for want of a loving home.
Dumb.

Well, having just lost one SPCA refugee (who cost $50 fee when acquired) I am disappointed that the staff are killing so many animals when many could go to perfectly good homes if the fees were dropped to a reasonable level. Yeah, ok, so it costs money to feed/house/doctor/neuter these pets, but to do all that and them pay further money to dispose of them because nobody takes them home when people would happily adopt them for a small, a reasonable sized donation is just pathetic and a waste of the financial resources they have, which in the case of Tauranga SPCA is currently plenty thanks to a million dollar bequest by an elderly person not long ago.
We like saving cats lives and integrating them into our family; we don't like this implicit expectation that you will pay $75 to adopt a cat and commit yourself to paying for its needs for the rest of its life, and that if you can't afford a pet from the SPCA that it's better for them to kill it for want of a loving home.
Dumb.


:: Saturday, September 16, 2006
The passing of Mr Grumpy
Monitor monitor; trainer of puppies; keeper of cars, slayer of rats and Lord and Master of All He Surveyed, Merlin the Mighty succumbed to whatever hit him very late last night and passed away under my bed in the early hours of this morning.
He was accompanied at the end by his ever faithful servant-dog Nushie and feline combatant Loopy.

Ironing the washing.

Polishing the car.

Dusting the monitor.

Cleaning the carpet.
He was buried in beneath the biggest rose bush in the garden this morning with a plaque of rememberance placed above him which simply reads 'Merlin "God" 2006'.
Rescued from the Hamilton SPCA July 2001, relieved of duty September 2006. He was 7 years old.
Merlin never forgot it and we won't forget it, either.

He was accompanied at the end by his ever faithful servant-dog Nushie and feline combatant Loopy.

Ironing the washing.

Polishing the car.

Dusting the monitor.

Cleaning the carpet.
He was buried in beneath the biggest rose bush in the garden this morning with a plaque of rememberance placed above him which simply reads 'Merlin "God" 2006'.
Rescued from the Hamilton SPCA July 2001, relieved of duty September 2006. He was 7 years old.
"Cats were once worshipped as Gods;
some cats have never forgotten this"
some cats have never forgotten this"
Merlin never forgot it and we won't forget it, either.


:: Friday, September 15, 2006
Howdy Pilgrim
On this day in 1620 (Gregorian Calendar), 386 years ago, Mayflower left Plymouth, England with 102 pilgrims on board.

I'm still not sure exactly where they were going, but where they ended up two months later was Cape Cod, a barren, wasteland lacking any form of civilisation; not a Cape Cod house in sight.
So they wandered off to Plymouth and built their own, a bit like this one.

Reg and I were discussing this stuff the other day; what makes people uproot themselves, risk their lives to sail to the other side of the world to start a new life, create a new colony? It certainly puts today's youngsters off on their Big OE into perspective - at least they can phone home if they run out of money. These guys probably didn't even have a phone.
I dunno, my sense of adventure isn't as well honed as our intrepid foremothers and fathers and I'm lazy. Lucky my foremothers weren't as lazy or I'd be living in the UK, thinking 92.6p was a shocking price to pay for petrol and having a good old whinge about it.
Listening to:Don't Pay the Ferryman - Chris De Burgh
Reading: the cat for signs of damage cos I think he's hurt himself.
"Don't pay the ferryman, until he gets you to the other side"


I'm still not sure exactly where they were going, but where they ended up two months later was Cape Cod, a barren, wasteland lacking any form of civilisation; not a Cape Cod house in sight.
So they wandered off to Plymouth and built their own, a bit like this one.

Reg and I were discussing this stuff the other day; what makes people uproot themselves, risk their lives to sail to the other side of the world to start a new life, create a new colony? It certainly puts today's youngsters off on their Big OE into perspective - at least they can phone home if they run out of money. These guys probably didn't even have a phone.
I dunno, my sense of adventure isn't as well honed as our intrepid foremothers and fathers and I'm lazy. Lucky my foremothers weren't as lazy or I'd be living in the UK, thinking 92.6p was a shocking price to pay for petrol and having a good old whinge about it.
Listening to:Don't Pay the Ferryman - Chris De Burgh
Reading: the cat for signs of damage cos I think he's hurt himself.
"Don't pay the ferryman, until he gets you to the other side"


:: Thursday, September 14, 2006
Memorable
I've spent most of the evening strolling down a Memory Lane strewn with abandonware. Abandonware games that I remember from when we got the 286 computer when Heather was a baby.
You know, stuff that once you paid for and now you don't.
We've come a long way from the single floppy/no hard drive/monochrome 8086 PC that we first owned.
Reading: Sarum - Edward Rutherfurd
Listening to: Ordinary, Average Guy - Joe Walsh
Snorting at: Neil's Penis

You know, stuff that once you paid for and now you don't.
We've come a long way from the single floppy/no hard drive/monochrome 8086 PC that we first owned.
Reading: Sarum - Edward Rutherfurd
Listening to: Ordinary, Average Guy - Joe Walsh
Snorting at: Neil's Penis


:: Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Gogh on
Found on a million sites on the internet; this is one of them.
Van Gogh came from quite a large family, and most of us don't know anything about the others.
They include:
A sister who loved disco, Go Gogh
The brother who ate prunes, Gotta Gogh
The brother who worked at a convenience store, Stop n Gogh
The grandfather from Yugoslavia, U Gogh
His dizzy aunt, Verti Gogh.
The ballroom dancing aunt, Tang Gogh
An aunt who taught positive thinking, Way-to Gogh
The bird lover uncle, Fla-min Gogh
His magician uncle, Where-diddy Gogh
The constipated uncle, Cant Gogh
The fruit loving cousin, Man Gogh
The cousin from Illinois, Chi-ca Gogh
His Mexican cousin, A Mee Gogh
The Mexican cousin's American half-brother, Grin Gogh
The nephew who drove a stage coach, Wells-far Gogh
His nephew psychoanalyst, E Gogh
The little bouncy nephew, Poe Gogh
And his niece who travels the country in a van, Winnie-Bay Gogh
So there you Gogh!

Van Gogh came from quite a large family, and most of us don't know anything about the others.
They include:
A sister who loved disco, Go Gogh
The brother who ate prunes, Gotta Gogh
The brother who worked at a convenience store, Stop n Gogh
The grandfather from Yugoslavia, U Gogh
His dizzy aunt, Verti Gogh.
The ballroom dancing aunt, Tang Gogh
An aunt who taught positive thinking, Way-to Gogh
The bird lover uncle, Fla-min Gogh
His magician uncle, Where-diddy Gogh
The constipated uncle, Cant Gogh
The fruit loving cousin, Man Gogh
The cousin from Illinois, Chi-ca Gogh
His Mexican cousin, A Mee Gogh
The Mexican cousin's American half-brother, Grin Gogh
The nephew who drove a stage coach, Wells-far Gogh
His nephew psychoanalyst, E Gogh
The little bouncy nephew, Poe Gogh
And his niece who travels the country in a van, Winnie-Bay Gogh
So there you Gogh!


:: Monday, September 11, 2006
Shocking
Anti-Taser campaigners determined to end trial
10 September 2006
Anti-Taser campaigners say they won't be letting up in their efforts to get the weapons out of police hands. Police used the Taser gun for the first time since the trial began last week on Friday night to subdue an 18-year-old following an incident in the Auckland suburb of Western Springs. A police statement said the man suffered only minor lacerations from the probe contact and no injuries when he fell.
The man was to appear in Auckland District Court charged with assault with a weapon, threatening to kill, possession of an offensive weapon and possession of a knife.
Police have threatened the use of Tasers on at least three other occasions without employing them. Anti-Taser campaigner Marie Dyhrberg said efforts to stop the three-month trial would continue.
"Coroners reports in the United States have said Taser use was a contributing factor to deaths," she said. "There's no rush for us to use them while their impact is still being investigated overseas." She said lobbying efforts on Police Minister Annette King would also continue.
"She has said Taser use is an operational matter and not a policy one and should therefore be left to Police," Ms Dyhrberg said. "But this is a significant change to policing. It is controversial and in other jurisdictions the Government would have a say."
Ms Dyhrberg also called for police to ensure they did not treat media releases on Taser-related incidents any differently to other cases. "It's fair that police don't release all details of every incident so as to ensure a fair trial," Ms Dyhrberg said.
"But it's common for details of incidents to be released to media so we will want to ensure that the details that are released are no different when a Taser is employed than for any other incident.
NZ Police have just introduced a trial of using Tasers as a part of their meagre policing arsenal. Unlike other countries where the police carry and use firearms to subdue lawbreakers, NZ police officers don't routinely carry much in the way of weapons, even if their customers often do. Now, the introduction of the taser means those officers faced with armed offenders can deal with the situation upfront without having to call out the Armed Offenders Squad to shoot these fine, upstanding bastards before they can throw a knife or a wheel rim or, as in the case above, cut an officer open with a weedeater.
Nasty things, weedeaters. They can take an eye out or ya foot off, you know. Or worse.
Greens Party Chief Moron Keith Locke seems to think the Police shouldn't have given the poor chap a shock; they should have just let him trim their hair to regulation length, even if he took an eye out or a limb off in the process. After all, the poor boy was only drunk and violent, armed and off his face, he wasn't meaning anyone any harm or anything... in other words, don't use controlled violence to disarm someone who has drunk far too much alcohol and become violent, with every intention of causing grievous bodily harm to those unlucky enough to be sharing oxygen space with him.
Someone should show Keith Locke what a taser can really do compared with a weedeater and give him an oportunity to make a qualified judgement on which is less harmful. Honestly, they should have just shot him.
And the moron with the weedeater.
In a similar vein of "let us do the thinking for you" and following on from an earlier post about the need to legislate for the lowest common intellectual demoninator at the expense of human intellectual development, this beautiful Victorian cot was up for auction on Trade Me.

I say 'was' because the BDMM mentioned earlier made sure it was removed from the site, because it didn't fit the current legal definition of a cot that is safe for use.
Fuck me, it's a bloody antique.

10 September 2006
Anti-Taser campaigners say they won't be letting up in their efforts to get the weapons out of police hands. Police used the Taser gun for the first time since the trial began last week on Friday night to subdue an 18-year-old following an incident in the Auckland suburb of Western Springs. A police statement said the man suffered only minor lacerations from the probe contact and no injuries when he fell.
The man was to appear in Auckland District Court charged with assault with a weapon, threatening to kill, possession of an offensive weapon and possession of a knife.
Police have threatened the use of Tasers on at least three other occasions without employing them. Anti-Taser campaigner Marie Dyhrberg said efforts to stop the three-month trial would continue.
"Coroners reports in the United States have said Taser use was a contributing factor to deaths," she said. "There's no rush for us to use them while their impact is still being investigated overseas." She said lobbying efforts on Police Minister Annette King would also continue.
"She has said Taser use is an operational matter and not a policy one and should therefore be left to Police," Ms Dyhrberg said. "But this is a significant change to policing. It is controversial and in other jurisdictions the Government would have a say."
Ms Dyhrberg also called for police to ensure they did not treat media releases on Taser-related incidents any differently to other cases. "It's fair that police don't release all details of every incident so as to ensure a fair trial," Ms Dyhrberg said.
"But it's common for details of incidents to be released to media so we will want to ensure that the details that are released are no different when a Taser is employed than for any other incident.
NZ Police have just introduced a trial of using Tasers as a part of their meagre policing arsenal. Unlike other countries where the police carry and use firearms to subdue lawbreakers, NZ police officers don't routinely carry much in the way of weapons, even if their customers often do. Now, the introduction of the taser means those officers faced with armed offenders can deal with the situation upfront without having to call out the Armed Offenders Squad to shoot these fine, upstanding bastards before they can throw a knife or a wheel rim or, as in the case above, cut an officer open with a weedeater.
Nasty things, weedeaters. They can take an eye out or ya foot off, you know. Or worse.
Greens Party Chief Moron Keith Locke seems to think the Police shouldn't have given the poor chap a shock; they should have just let him trim their hair to regulation length, even if he took an eye out or a limb off in the process. After all, the poor boy was only drunk and violent, armed and off his face, he wasn't meaning anyone any harm or anything... in other words, don't use controlled violence to disarm someone who has drunk far too much alcohol and become violent, with every intention of causing grievous bodily harm to those unlucky enough to be sharing oxygen space with him.
Someone should show Keith Locke what a taser can really do compared with a weedeater and give him an oportunity to make a qualified judgement on which is less harmful. Honestly, they should have just shot him.
And the moron with the weedeater.
In a similar vein of "let us do the thinking for you" and following on from an earlier post about the need to legislate for the lowest common intellectual demoninator at the expense of human intellectual development, this beautiful Victorian cot was up for auction on Trade Me.

I say 'was' because the BDMM mentioned earlier made sure it was removed from the site, because it didn't fit the current legal definition of a cot that is safe for use.
Fuck me, it's a bloody antique.


:: Saturday, September 09, 2006
Rainy day
We had visitors today. The best kind, too; those who bring yummy food and then forget to take the box home, the one on the bench with the empty jars and the apple crumble in it. I know Flattie didn't want to take more jars home for Jude to fill with her preserving (silly man), but perhaps he didn't realise the food was in there too.
Shit happens :o)
Now I guess we will just have to eat the whole thing up so as not to let it go to waste. As I said, shit happens.
;0)

Shit happens :o)
Now I guess we will just have to eat the whole thing up so as not to let it go to waste. As I said, shit happens.
;0)


:: Friday, September 08, 2006
King of the Mountain
Denny Hulme - 1992
Possum Bourne - 2003

Peter Brock - September 8, 2006
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Damn, they had some fun.


:: Thursday, September 07, 2006
Loony, Mercury rising.
I'm back. Hands are working, spasms have decreased and I've almost stopped coughing up green stuff all over the monitor and soon I can start taking my new MS pills. I'll tell ya more about them some other time.
But what a busy little week it was, on Sabbatical - The Crocodile Hunter stepped out of the pool; the murdering animal in Whangarei got caught, along with his woman; Freddy turned 60; Tom and Katie unveiled Suri, amid more controversy; I finally discovered Bob Dylan with the acquisition of Modern Times and I changed the rAnDOm site.
Of course, the reason I had to blog tonight was that it's a big moon, a perigee moon and I really like the word 'perigee'; Apogee was pretty good, too.
Pffft, as if I need a reason...

Last word:
"I think she has Tom's eyes" - Katie Holmes,
on baby Suri (courtesy of Popbitch)

But what a busy little week it was, on Sabbatical - The Crocodile Hunter stepped out of the pool; the murdering animal in Whangarei got caught, along with his woman; Freddy turned 60; Tom and Katie unveiled Suri, amid more controversy; I finally discovered Bob Dylan with the acquisition of Modern Times and I changed the rAnDOm site.
Of course, the reason I had to blog tonight was that it's a big moon, a perigee moon and I really like the word 'perigee'; Apogee was pretty good, too.
Pffft, as if I need a reason...

Last word:
"I think she has Tom's eyes" - Katie Holmes,
on baby Suri (courtesy of Popbitch)


:: Sunday, September 03, 2006
On the Sabbath Day, She rested
I'm on sabbatical. I've gone to Barbados to lie in the hot sun in my bikini, drink pina coladas and have fabulous sex with the pool boy 5 times a day.
Here we are on the beach

OK, so I tell a lie; that's not really the pool boy, he was asleep gathering strength for the evening shift, but it IS the beach.
Nah, seriously, I'm out on sick leave and I'll be back when I get a bit better. And all this time you thought I was already sick...

Here we are on the beach

OK, so I tell a lie; that's not really the pool boy, he was asleep gathering strength for the evening shift, but it IS the beach.
Nah, seriously, I'm out on sick leave and I'll be back when I get a bit better. And all this time you thought I was already sick...


