I do try to avoid posts of the ‘don’t they say the darnedest things’ variety. But honestly, every now and then, they do.
Like this:
I know why it’s called pee-nis
Why?
Because you pee. And it’s nice.
we're all making our own sense of things
I do try to avoid posts of the ‘don’t they say the darnedest things’ variety. But honestly, every now and then, they do.
Like this:
I know why it’s called pee-nis
Why?
Because you pee. And it’s nice.
What’s some words that rhyme with purple? They don’t need to be exact rhymes, so, you know…turtle, hurdle… that kind of thing.
Family holiday
Thanks to the good nature of the man with whom I share the care of my children, at Adelaide Fringe time I do get out and about quite a bit. There are evenings I must stay at home – his tennis nights, for example, are not to be interfered with, conscious as we are of our advancing years and our need to keep exercise in our lives – but there are many outings.
A most excellent time is March with much to invigorate and inspire.
Last year, I did overdose a bit on one-person performances, but Guy Masterson‘s performance of Dylan Thomas‘ Under Milk Wood was a treat. And last night, I went – with my father and his partner excellent theatre companions both, but you can’t have my father as your companion because if he isn’t being my companion I need him to babysit, the mister can’t be expected to stay home every night – to see him (Guy Masterton) perform in Fern Hill. If you like words written with lyricism, profundity and wit; if you like words which sneak up but lose no clarity in doing so; if you like words performed with a great love and a passionate respect, then you should go. You should go. He’s doing Under Milk Wood again this year too, and if you didn’t go last year, go this.
Just be aware that in the Holden Street Theatres, there is an air conditioner on the right wall as you’re facing stage. Don’t sit under it. I think rows 3 and 4 would be the worst. In row 5 you will just get cold knees. This is better advice than you might think.
According to today’s The Australian, at last night’s AFI awards, Susie Porter wore ‘a black beeded 1980s vintage dress’.
I don’t know much about fashion, but I know as much as anyone about the 1980s. I was there. And so I say vintage is stretching the definition of second-hand. Or possibly old. Or even found it in her wardrobe while she was giving it a clean-out over the weekend. I’m not saying it’s not a beautiful dress – it is – and if she did pull it out of her wardrobe, then good on her for getting into it, but if it’s 1980s, then vintage it’s not. Also, I think beeded should be spelt with an a (but am happy to be corrected on that one).
like putting lipstick on a pig
I’m sure that will come in useful, one day.
Something you can do to save water:
install a jewel-flush system.
If you haven’t already.
At the school photos, the boys are asked to say biscuit and the girls to say princess.
she slipped into something less comfortable
Over at Sarsaparilla, there is a very, very short story competition to which my mind has become ridiculously addicted and most of my day has now become six word thoughts:
Synthetics on the bus. Plus wee.
Washing on. What’s next? Red wine.
I’m sure there will be more.
Update
Mum’s winning? Change the rules. Quick!