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    Precipice - Sunday December 8th 2002




If 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.

This faux commercial on SNL was, as Kymm says, the very best bit. Go read her entry, she has the whole thing transcribed.

SNL is strange that way, their faux commercials usually make me laugh the longest and hardest.

Like their Litter Critters commercial.

"What's that smell? It's the smell of fun!"

Just 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 Pee.

Now 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.

Something 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 Monday.

This 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!

Jeff's 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.



Today 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), then Being 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 to Music Choice, Bluegrass.

I've 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.

With 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!

Reading 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 so.

Even 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


Since 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.

My 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.

I 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.

My 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.


I'm going to borrow from Dorothy R, with my bulleted list of things I should put in an entry at some point;

  • swimming, bathers, and going down a size
  • Jeff's birthday and the three cakes
  • Syd
  • Plin Con
  • My birthday
  • China Outlet & Garage
  • Saving the house next door from burning down
  • Debt collectors pissing me off
  • Christmas Parades, gallons of hot chocolate and more house fires
  • 3 years of photos from Walmart
  • My amaazing deals at the Goodwill.


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Updated 13 December, 2002

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