Archive for June 2008
Just goes to show what an intelligent system Plurk is running on
I’m currently listed as the 61st top Aussie Plurker.
As a Plurk emoticon would say: 
Seriously you guys, join up and Plurk with me!
How much of a bogan do you think I am?
I took the test (which is actually quite good really) and got 26%, making me a Paddington Poofter. Totally not expecting that result since I said I would wear trackies and ugg boots down to the shops.

Bear, now you are 5 (35)
Dear Bearenstein
Today is your fifth (35th) birthday. This is the date you were actually born, not the day your Dad spotted you at the pet shop and fell for you instantly, or the day we brought you home and made your brother turn into a bumbling mess.
You were so cute when you were a baby – I’ve just spent 10 minutes watching baby videos of you (Dad says I do this every year) and cried at how cute and small you used to be. And you had stripes! And crinkle cut fur!

Sometimes you’re outright stubborn, sooky or in the mood to get in mama’s way:

and you have very (very) strong opinions about the Litter Kwitter training. But you do try… sometimes.
Our snuggle times on the couch after dinner is my favourite part of our day – you get to nuzzle under my chin(s) and I get to sniff your fur, which is my favourite smell in the world, and the one I missed the most when I went to Europe at Christmas.

You’ve taught me patience and resilience and been the best bundle of fur we could have ever asked for – I can’t imagine my life without my Bear.
And yes, you will be getting kanga meat for dinner tonight.

Love, Mama
Gettin’ my firey on
Check me in my picnic blanket skirt, backwards Fire Warden hat, double chin and fire extinguisher at work today:
(blockouts to protect the holy innocent and high levels of religious memorabilia – at least you can see only 1 bible and 1 candle)
The trick with fire extinguishers is to make sure you sweep at the base of the fire, but they’re just as much fun if you try to extinguish the boss :o)
Having difficulty keeping up
This web 2.0 stuff could be the reason I spontaneously combust. I’ve been registered with a large chunk of the “mainstream” sites for a fair while, avoiding big players (namely, Digg) becuase I know I would never leave my computer alone.
But some are interesting enough for me to try, so now in addition to:
I’ve now set myself up on
Honestly, if I didn’t have a unique username and a decent password system, I’d be up the shitter. I like the community feel of Plurk so far, and since I only signed up to Tumblr last night, it’s too early for me to even know how the hell to do anything.
Patron Review: The Presets
Tonight the crowd sounds largely female, judging by the squeals coming from the fangirls hanging around the side streets. Same pitch as the fangirl squeals when The Presets were here last week. The squeals sufficiently freaked out at least one cat that was hanging in the backyard earlier on.
Luckily, if the majority of fans are female, there’s less chance of them peeing in the back lane.
S’also the first gig since the fencing has been put up along Enmore Road, and outside the Enmore Theatre. Will make things interesting when everyone is piling out onto the streets at the end of the night.
**I live very close to the Enmore Theatre and in the time since we moved here in 2007, it’s been interesting to note the different qualities of the patrons of the different events (concerts, fundraisers, weddings, soccer match screenings, etc). I’ve decided to **
Crappy list
Someone’s opinion of the greatest 100 movie posters of all time.
What a rubbish list. “Steve Carrell’s face says it all” is NOT a good enough reason to make the list.
My personal favourite is this one:
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Because we ran a Drive-In Theatre until I was 8, we scored heaps of movie posters. I kept this one until a foolishly ruthless cleanup when I was 13. I still regret throwing it out.
Litter Kwitter success!
Dear world
I want you all to know that BOTH cats pooped int he last 24 hours, unattended, through the small hole of the intermediate disc of the litter kwitter.
They pooped on the bloody toilet!
So 12 months in, we’re finally looking like we might be able to get somewhere. My best tip at this point, use fresh meat as the reward scheme – works a charm!


