30 Days Meme:

Day 25 ** Your day, in great detail

( ... not so much. )

30 Days MemeDay 21 ** A recipe ( Read more... )

To do:

*** Go to Glebe for seven per cent of Christmas shopping Ya, seven per cent kinda turned into twenty per cent and now I've got exactly thirty dollars to my name until Wednesday morning. But I got exactly what I wanted for Mikey and then found all this stuff for the Aunt at the same shop so I completely lost my head. Still, nothing more ( Read more... )

30 Days Meme

Day 14 ** A non-fictional book

Don't worry, I'm not going to post the Jerry book. Either of them. And since I don't have my Hero Of A Thousand Faces --- *looks pointedly at a certain person* --- this will have to do.


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So I did ninety per cent of my Christmas shopping today. Bought some lovely wrapping paper and ribbon and little gift cards. Yeah, for the first time in a long while I'm doing the wrapping thing. Even though I am the world's shittiest wrapper. I just got carried away with all the Christmas shopping ( Read more... )

So a couple of weeks ago, a barrister in my favourite jurisdiction --- I adore him so much I should have known he was gay right off! and he lives in Annandale too! --- told me about a new cafe on my very street, only down towards the Crescent end which is a direction I never walk in, mostly cos I never have to. I've been wanting to check it out ( Read more... )

The Aunt and I just returned from seeing The Wizard Of Oz as staged by the Sydney Theatre Company.

( ... so what exactly do the red shoes symbolise? )

So day before yesterday I finally watched the rest of The Patsy. For two reasons, one being the Jerry fan at work telling me I really should, and two because of the exuberance of that article. Both of which made me verrah curious and somewhat sheep-like. baaaa.

And the weird thing is I'm still thinking about it, still turning it over in my mind. ( Read more... )

Curious how fairly unfazed and stoic you can be when it's an older family member going into an operation ... but when it's a younger relative, you can find yourself startlingly distressed ( Read more... )

Apparently we have a genetic predisposition for loving Jerry Lewis ( Read more... )