|Isn't that a pretty pattern on those neck feathers?|
I am totally obsessed with ukuleles, and especially the West Cork Ukulele Orchestra. I blame Loobylu. I wish I could go to the classes the West Cork Ukulele Orchestra hold. I'm not sure what this is all about but if you know anything of the ukulele scene in Melbourne, do let me know.
I am loving homeland's second season, loving it. But seriously there are some plot moments so utterly lacking in credibility it has me shouting at the TV. Some newcomer congressman gets invited to watch a black ops assassination live? And after coming over all shaking and sweaty sends a text to a terrorist and no one notices? If the Pentagon really worked like that the US would make lord of the flies look like a progressive civilization.
Once there was a pirate that wanted a crew and some maps and some
treasure and he wanted to be a rockstar. But (?) he was cool.
Wil's writing is really coming on.
The Australian Tax Office has apparently decided to get rid of paper based self lodegment forms next year to 'encourage' electronic lodgement. But they still don't make an electronic lodgement system for Mac users. That's kind of well, fucking stupid. It's kind of silly given how many people use Mac computers and Apple products. WAKE UP.
I've planted raspberries in the garden. We used to have them and I adored having them, despite their invasive straggly space absorbing form because I'm not at all sure there is any other fruit that tastes even half as close to heaven. We ripped out our last lot to make way for the extension four years ago and there's been a raspberry shaped hole in my garden ever since. A proper crop is at least a few years off but we are on our way.
I read (by which I mean I listened to since I'm an audiobook nutso) The Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling and really enjoyed it. Like The Slap it's full of the despicable heart of the middle class and, well people in general. Well caught I thought. I'm also very much enjoying Lisey's Story. I really don't know why Stephen King is characterised as a trashy airport novelist. I have found his books uniformly thought provoking, complex, well researched, finely tuned to a sense of place, imaginative and poignantly human. Every time I read a book of his I'm surprised to find it thus. I think I might need to read more of them and get over it. And Mare Winingham (who oldies like me might remember from St Elmo's Fire days) is a kick arse Audiobook narrator.
I'm hopeless at finding new music even though I have an endless thirst. Why is this? I love music and pretty much anything given to me by friends becomes a favourite till I run it into the ground. How do people hook onto new music? What am I missing?
Oh and the girl child has fully recovered after a dreaded tonsil and adenoid ectomy. That's a shit ride and a half but its over now and we will never speak of it again. PS the whole ice cream thing is bullshit (the one bowl of ice cream requested was left to melt) and the girl got mighty sick of being told by everyone how cool it was that she could have as much ice cream and jelly as you want. She was so full of nausea inducing drugs it was a struggle to get so much as an icy pole into her.