-- Bumblebee rang me today. Did I mention he's in Perth? He's attending a surprise 59th birthday party for my uncle, who refused to have a big 60th party. We couldn't all go because of work commitments, so we sent the Party Boys -- Bumblebee and my father, Colonel Duck. Apparently Bumblebee is having a dreadful time. They rang today from Fremantle wharf, where B was scoffing a huge plate of king prawns and a chocolate milkshake. Sigh. They fly back tomorrow, and I can just imagine the dark circles under that child's eyes. Still, he's having a ball with our very high-spirited west-coast family.
-- I've been reading some predictions for the future over at The Art Life. Some are hilariously tongue-in-cheek, and others ...
12. By the end of the decade, all DVDs currently being produced and sold by artists will be obsolete, unable to be played on any domestic machine and all the current work will be consigned to libraries, museums and other such institutions with specialist playback facilities.
... very close to the bone. I like the idea of drawing becoming the new video. I'd pay to see that.
-- While in WA, Colonel Duck has lent me his Little Red Ute to drive. This is the same ute that rattled down to Melbourne in April to meet the House at Sills Bend and pick up a trayload of type and cabinets. There's something about having access to a ute that makes me get all practical and efficient. I spent yesterday afternoon cleaning out my garage and dumping all the rubbish in the back of the ute to take to the dump. When I'd finished the garage was a lot cleaner (I can see my tarp-wrapped press again!) and the ute tray was full, but not as full as I'd expected. When I took the load to the dump this afternoon, I was charged a hefty tip fee, and realised that if I'd squeezed it all into the stationwagon I would have saved $5, since utes are classed as commercial vehicles. But it's more fun to be hooning along in a ute with my sunnies on, the window rolled down and the radio blaring. Stationwagons, even painted ones, just don't feel right for these occasions.
-- BB and I are going to the movies tonight to enjoy our last childfree night for a month, and we're still dithering between Fast Food Nation or Wordplay. We have free tickets to see Boytown, but I don't think even that can get me there. The more I hear of it the less I want to see it, even for free. Which reminds me...
-- Best Beloved came home from his whirlwind tour of Far North Queensland clutching his brand new copy of Jonestown, bought at Brisbane airport, which was the furthest north he could find it. He hasn't stopped reading since. I haven't seen him so engrossed in one book since the last Harry Potter release. And every night while he's reading it, I get the same idea. So here it is. I haven't checked to see if anyone else has done it; I wouldn't be surprised, since it's such a great convergence:
-- and last, a video (sorry, modem-kids). Padge getting high on whatever good shit my shoe smells like. The sound effects are Best Beloved; he often talks for the cats in very strange voices. One day I'll catch him in an unguarded moment and you can have a kitty version of Punch and Judy.
OH! AND YAY FOR CLAIRE BOWDITCH getting the best female performer ARIA!!! I'm glad I'm not alone in thinking her latest album was teh bomb. I just can't stop playing it, it's been months and months now.
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Encouraging you again!
According to google images, you are the only person to come up with that splendacious* image.
*Is splendacious a word? According to my Macquarie dictionary, it isn't. But I think it should be.
It's definitely splendacious! Although I'm sure that even when he was a PE teacher Jonesy never had abs like that!
That vid had me cackling at my desk.
Can you submit videos to Stuff on my Cat?
I got so distracted last night by My Cat On Stuff that I forgot to say how splendacious that image is. Extra admiration for how well you matched up all the different faces of the parrot to the different bodies.
Why, thank you Ms Tartan. I tried very hard to get them so; the second from right is big to cover up Mick Malloy's enormous boofhead.
Splendacious is a wonderous word. I'm proud to have earned it.
I might send Padge to SOMC, because he's under the spilled laundry too, having a mighty smellathon.
That is one wierd cat, perhaps you could do a catTown using Padges regal brow...
The dear departed Nippy had a shoe fetish not unlike Padge's. Once after a particularly excited bout with a boot, she left me a mouse in the toe of it. I was quite surprised. The good thing for her about a boot was that she could put her face in it, hold it around the ankle with her front paws and disembowel the toe part with her back feet.
ha!
utterly splendacious.
I suspected that the boofhead had to be Mick Molloy...heh. any particular reason you don't want to see Boytown? on one hand I think it sounds cringy, but I seriously enjoyed Bad Eggs and I thought Crackerjack was terribly sweet.
btw the Dinghy thought those noises on the YouTube vid were something talking to him... every time there was a funny noise from BB there was a pause and then a ...coo! from Dinghy's cot. very sweet. and what the hell is in your shoe??!?!?
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