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February 11, 2007


idiot that i am, i was all set to post something.

then, i got my muddy fingers all over the code in this thing and now it is doing crazy shit. please ignore the repeated posts (and banner, wtf?) appearing halfway down the screen if you scroll down. I R IN YR XML, RUINING YR RDNG XPRIENCE!!111!

i am trying to get friends with teh big branes to help me out, so i can get back quick smart to boring you with my pics and images, but for now i am just enjoying tearing my hair out and wondering why i never listened to my teacher who said 'learn about computers - they're the future. if you know how to work them, you'll own the future', when i was ten.

in the meantime, i finally got myself a Flickr, so i will be probs posting piccies there from now on.


if i can't get this shit sorted in a week or so, i will allow the redrum to die and simply break ground on a new bastion of navel-gazing excellence.

the tranquil looking fish are crosby, stills, nash and young, and they LOVE living in brunswick hella more than st kilda. they are full of vigour and, indeed, a not inconsiderable amount of vim, placed as they are near the sun streaming in through our delightful backdoor window, which has faux-leadlights with a tulip shape that looks decidedly like a pair of inverted cocks. simply dicklightful!


the photo above is of the bookshelf by our 'reading corner' which contains merely the overflow from me and the pirates' shared bibliographical resources. i think it's got something for everyone, frankly - all are catered for, from your garden variety pervert (120 Days of Sodom) to your wistful europhile (Le Petit Prince, Lonely Planet Western Europe - in which yours truly wrote the chapter on Northern Italy; the Netherlands edition next to it is my handiwork, too), canonical snooty-noses (the Norton, bard's complete yadda yadda) to nimble-fingered minxes who might want to try a spot of paper fondling, Nippon style. We even have kids books, for, well kids (or the young at heart) and a compendium of the 18 and 19C cussword stylings of those lovely genocidal Brits who founded this fine, remarkably white nation...

you are all invited to curl up in the sun in the corner of our kitchen like lazy cats whenever you like and read away, while pirate and i coax perfect espressi out of lucy, and program tunes to soothe or suggest in iTunes, your perfect Rancho-Relaxo style oasis of calm, unassumingly nestled in a quiet street amid the otherwise rapacious nihilistic lefty clamour of the Ghetto of Hate.

do come over, do.

that is all.

ps. LOVE! life in the ghetto
pps. if i ever offer to cook you a parma, say yes, because it looks like this - real chicken breast, real ham, real napoli/ragu, and no scrimping on cheese.
ppps. eggplant parmas at a day's notice for non meato-philes.
pppps. this is why we no longer pay $10 for that poor excuse at the east...


Posted by reuben at February 11, 2007 7:33 PM


oh yes please. all.

Posted by: sublime-ation at February 12, 2007 10:44 AM

God, how many times have I angled for one of your parmas and never got one? You are such a fork-tease.

Posted by: Mel at February 12, 2007 11:56 AM

crosby, stills, nash and young have GROWN.

and mel, I did tell ruby that the pic of the parmas was provocative in the extreme!

Posted by: elaine at February 12, 2007 12:09 PM

i was just about to comment on the norton's and say that your copy is in much finer form than mine - random page open 224 john donne "busy old fool, unruly sun, why dost thou thus, through windows and through curtains call on us?"


and all thoughts of poetry fled.

but i'm wondering about the fish. i don't think it's good to have them in the direct sun. no, really. google it.

otherwise all else looks idyllic.

Posted by: melbournegirl at February 15, 2007 11:39 AM

hey MG,

actually, i told a porkie - they're not in direct sun, except when we momentarily open the back door of a morning.

in fact, they're hale and hearty, and friskier than they ever were at St Kilda.

nice to hear from yer.

Posted by: ruby at February 15, 2007 5:57 PM

(raises and waves hand wildly for parma)


Posted by: Jess at February 26, 2007 10:53 AM

so mel, fits and jess are in for parma.

Let's make a date.

Posted by: elaine at February 27, 2007 10:12 AM

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