Ills of Boydom

Or rather, this is the third day at home for the small lad. He has a really great husky voice happening but wants to go to the doctor. Pity our doctor is not available for some reason today.

Meanwhile Cookie Monster is playing Big Bad Wolf playing Grandma to get the awful looking bird seed cookies off Big Bird.

Chris Lilley might well be a genius, but I don't like his characters. I can see where the humour is or should be, but caricature isn't always amusing. I didn't like Burn After Reading for the same reason: laughing at the genuinely unintelligent is just mean. If anything, particularly in Burn After Reading, it made my heart hurt to see people get in their own way and not realise what they've done.

The letter of the day is Q, which unless they're about to start in with English spelling of either Chinese or Arabic, should be the letter(s) Qu. English the Evolution, coming to a children's show near you!

Time to run a bath so hyperactive sick boy can have some "relaxation" time and I can have a slight rest; meaning I can go and get some work done. For this afternoon's project, I have a request to make pom-poms.

I feel like we're living out in the country. It's been four or five phone calls and I've conclusively failed to get through to our doctor. While I don't really need the backup (to wit: permission to keep small lad at home), the cough is deep and booming and the laryngitis pretty ick. That hasn't stopped his nibs from leaping around the lounge room, nor splashing about happily in the bathtub. I had to pull stern Mum face to stop him splashing all over the bathroom floor.

(Not that it worked, nor do I mind all that much. For a sickie lad, he has been very easy, even if he does keep confusing my foot with the cat. No, not a fever induced hallucination, more a failure of the peripheral vision.)

Pom-poms are a no, repeat, we do not have pom-poms. Much more fun to play Fruit Ninja on the iPad and watch the re-runs on ABC2. I dudded myself this morning on a voice-over for the "new" Bananas in PJ's ads and was told to stop it. "You know B1, This isn't right, we used to be dressed up people, not this animated nonsense." "Yes B2, I've been feeling a bit unreal myself." "Muuuuuuum! Stop it!"

At least it wasn't Yo Gabba Gabba, the bossiest, children-should-be-seen-and-not-heard excuse to cash in on kids shows ever. Strangely, small lad seems to like it. It lost me the day it told its viewers that they must be very quiet when they were playing, because being loud was bad. They're kids, kids make noise. That's what they do, and parents tell them to be quiet.

Having descended into the beginnings of a rant, I had better be off. Everyone reading, have a marvellous day, and I'll try for more interesting blah blah blah soon.

It's a Thursday - Must be a Normal Day

A few days ago I got something in my work email.

"FW: On behalf of XXXXX; All Supplies Gone: Glut"

If all the supplies are gone, how can there be a glut?

Was someone being funny? Is there a whole email thread behind this? One will never know....or at least this one never will, though the speculation is fun.

I spent last night finishing off a J. D. Robb/Nora Roberts (Portrait in Death, for anyone interested) then conking out and sleeping. It is so nice to be sleeping at night and not being all bleary eyed. I got the added bonus of a small lad who didn't want to sleep in his own bed.

It doesn't happen very often, but we had been watching Coraline - great movie, not really for kiddies - so I acquiesced. Alex bailed on the movie pretty early in - I was surprised he lasted as long as he did. It's creepy. In a good way. The first time I watched it all I wanted to do was wring Coraline's neck - she is a snot at the beginning. The second time I twigged, she's just being a kid and isn't all bad. (Alex must have had me running around before the second time I saw the movie - he's a character and far too clever; I had an appreciation of where Coraline was coming from). I'm always on my toes.

I'm nearly finished posting the Desperate Food Thieves and Bemused Production Absurdities stuff from way back in 2005-7. Then I can start on the new stuff. I'm paused, because I just got to the menu I wrote when my dog, Benjamin, aka Benny the Wonder Dog, aka Bargearse (he was a big FAT labrador) had to be put down. It was cancer and he was twelve.

Have to do at least a few more - I want to be moving on.

Or twirling. Twirling toward freedom. Imagine whichever gestures and rotations suit you.