Where did the computer go? *drool* I want one so bad it hurts.
Month: August 2004 (page 1 of 7)
Holy crap. Another reason to be glad we left England: a study of air quality in the UK has determined that breathing the air around Hammersmith – which is, oh, where we lived and worked for two years – is equivalent to smoking 27 cigarettes a day. No wonder I didn’t develop hayfever in London… My nose and lungs were completely coated in crap!
High culture, low culture…
Last night Amy stopped over and we headed to Gleebooks for a reading by Lynn Truss. Truss is the author of Eats Shoots & Leaves, a manifesto for those of us driven mad by bad punctuation. She was an entertaining speaker who kept the crowd laughing with slides of real, badly-written signs. Afterwards we got our books signed and headed home. Then Snookums and I ate Subway for dinner while watching the director’s commentary of Dude, Where’s My Car?
And that pretty much sums up everything you need to know about me.
Rebels and Revels
Last night the Snook and I attended the massive 50th birthday celebration of his Auntie Linda. It was held about an hour south of Sydney at a cafe overlooking the coast. The invitations she sent out weeks before declared 1954 as “the year of the rebel” and instructed the guests to “come dressed as whatever a REBEL means to you.” We thought long and hard about it and decided that – for us – nothing less than the Rebel Alliance from Star Wars would do. (It was also a pretty lazy option, since we knew we could probably borrow Amy and Rob’s costumes from last Halloween.) Anyway, here we are as Princess Leia and Han Solo. Check out the Snook’s chest hair! What a scruffy lookin’ nerf herder. The rest of the immediate Snook family displayed similar creativity: Pa and Ma Snook were Robin Hood and Maid Marian, while sister Jeannie and husband Chris went as Asterix and Obelix. Unfortunately most of our fellow partygoers interpreted “rebel” to mean “skanky and gothic in the manner of Kelly Osborne”, so the six of us really stood out. It was a fun night of drinking, dancing, and nibbles. How could you not enjoy a party that included a lesbian wedding proposal, an S&M version of Dorothy the Dinosaur, and the many jibes at Pa Snook’s shapely legs?
Asterix and Obelix, along with Robin Hood and Maid Marian.
Han and Leia. (Yes, it was a wig.)
Auntie Linda and her fiancee Sue.
The Snook men, Han and Robin.
Tex! – George Bush and the Fine Art of Character Assassination is a new comic book satirizing the Bush presidency. My buddies the Poulos siblings have been helping out the creators. Check out that preview. Well done, guys!
Looking Glass Cats
Amy’s getting so big! Fortunately her hunger seems to be plateauing and she’s not whining for food every minute like before. She also doesn’t wolf her dinner down all at once only to puke it up five minutes later, so that’s nice too. I bought her a squeakie toy last week (out of guilt at locking her in the bathroom while we got the carpet cleaned) but she hates it. It scares the crap out of her. The only toys she really, really likes are the plastic rings from the top of peanut butter jars. I blame the Other Amy for starting that…
(I take total perverse pleasure in posting pictures of our cat, knowing that it’s such a stereotypical lame thing for a blogger to do. I can’t help it. If I have to put up with e-mails from my sister about her cancer dog’s diarrhea, you can put up with my adorable little moggie, okay?)