you were to go into McDonald's and say, "Hey Big N' Tasty, take care
of my kids while I run some errands," you may face legal action.
faux commercial on SNL was, as Kymm says, the very best bit. Go read her
entry, she has the whole thing transcribed.
is strange that way, their faux commercials usually make me laugh the
longest and hardest.
Litter Critters commercial.
It's the smell of fun!"
ties in so neatly to the real toy, Peeing
Kitty Barbie. It's real name is Kitten Fun Barbie Doll, it comes with
the squarest cat known to man. As in shape, this thing is like an ottoman.
Gail, of Pop Culture Junk
Mail pithily (pun completely intended!) named it Sponge Cat Square
here's a picture you won't see very often. Me, up at 6 in the morning.
The reflection in my glass is the sun coming up through our lounge room
blinds. I didn't feel that tired, until I stood up, and the room swayed
a little. Didn't feel that tired, but the camera's not much fooled.
I rarely get to do, take a picture of the sun coming up. The weather's
been getting a little warmer, above freezing, so the road is clearing
away nicely, which I appreciate, as I'll be out and driving in it come
photo cracks me up, to see a 6 foot man and a half a foot kitten with
the same expression. Still in bed, why yes I was!
been a complete love with my cold, bringing me food, and today, cleaning
the roof of ice from my car, so I don't become the people
I ranted about on Friday.
was a lost day. After getting to bed at 4AM Friday night/Saturday morning,
it was a small jump to staying up until after the sun came up this morning.
After watching SNL (Robert De Niro and Harvey Keitel,
dressed up as a distinctly raddled Siegfried
and Roy, this is something my brain scrambled to not see),
Eve (a NZ teen show in the vein of Press
Gang, all those teen shows I'd make more time to watch than the
vast majority of network sitcoms), I turned the channel over
been using Music Choice channels a lot more since they started having
little snippets of info about the artist/album cut/album they're playing
each time. It used to be a black screen, which was not so aesthetically
pleasing. This appeals to the me as trivia head. Since moving to the
US, I've found myself interested in country music. The outer fringes
of it particularly. The glossier stuff annoys me (except
for some weird attraction to Toby Keith's "Who's Your Daddy"
that I am at a complete loss to explain) , but the bluegrass
has it's own kind of soul and spirit.
Bluegrass in the background, I read though all of Dani's Conditioned
archives. She's an Australian journaller, writing since 1998, why
have I not heard of her before now? Great words, great pictures, and
the only bad thing I can say is that I've read up til December 4th,
now I have to wait for her next entry. Go read her, and then join
her notify list, would you? Ta much!
5 years of someone's life in an evening is like watching one of those
sped up photography tricks, you know, where you get to see a seed
germinate into the flower, or the weather patterns in the sky form
and crackle and thunder and dissipate, all in less than a minute or
though I'm grousing about now having to wait for entries, I'm glad
she didn't update every day for those 5 years, else I wouldn't have
been able to zoom through the archives in a night. With all the journals
that I read now, I tend to just start from where I find them, and
go from there, it's a real treat to go back in time, to be a chronological
completionist for a short while
I was up, I gave Jeff a break, bought in the morning paper, put
some fresh dry out for our beasties, let our beasties out, and
put some dry out for the outside beastie. Who has decided that
he's going to come in, while the coast is clear of us, (ignores
our beasties for the most part, unless they have at him),
and chomp down on some fresh feed. I didn't have the heart to
scare him out, so I gave my beasties all some cat treats to salve
the unfairness of not getting first dibs at the freshest food.
cold voice had progressed to a scratchy nothing much, so I chatted
to Jeff, as I sucked on a citrus flavoured lozenge. I'm the queen
of yummy flavoured cough and allergy tablets, I've had much call
for needing them. I can tell when I'm at my worst, when I can
stomach the taste of the Fisherman's
Friend, they burn but they take the edge of a really fucked
up throat. Why I'm not writing their ad jingles, I'll never know.
settled in for a planned nap, but woke up at 4:00, having pulled
the requisite 8 hours. Really intense dreams that I can't hope
to capture in writing. The emotion of it has stayed with me all
afternoon, a boy named Russell, someone I teased and pranked,
we discussed why, along side a sea I haven't seen since Australia.
A stormy sea, grey waves alongside cliffs. Somewhere I went camping
as a child, it seemed so familiar. See? To me, then and still,
tangled and roiling emotions, but written out, it's flat. Maybe
a better writer could grab these feelings, and give them to you,
or maybe these dreams are hard wired feelings, and impossibly
difficult to pass on.
cold is all but gone now, just whispy traces of husk around my
voice, a little shortness of breath and the occasional barking
cough. Hopefully this will be gone in a day or two, and that'll
be it for a while.
going to borrow from Dorothy
R, with my bulleted list of things I should put in an entry
at some point;
bathers, and going down a size
birthday and the three cakes
Outlet & Garage
the house next door from burning down
- Debt collectors
pissing me off
Parades, gallons of hot chocolate and more house fires
- 3 years
of photos from Walmart
- My amaazing
deals at the Goodwill.
13 December, 2002
Amanda Page, 1996-2002