My very own hypnotised chicken moment
Don't let life hypnotise you like some kind of chicken.
We're all a little warped...
I’m not the world’s worst photographer. I’m not exactly a professional either. My camera is usually on “auto” and it’s rarely that I fiddle with settings. Start talking about aperture or shutter speed and my eyes literally glaze over. I do enjoy snapping pictures though, so a few years ago, in an effort to try … Continue reading Settle, Petal – nothing’s perfect
Music has always been a part of my life. I spent the odd weekend with my grandparents when I was about 3 or 4 years old. It all started out as fun and games but eventually the toddler starts to work on nerves. They discovered that the easiest way to get me out of their … Continue reading Vinyl and the lost art of music listening
Growing up in the late 80’s / early 90’s I was completely obsessed with MacGyver. I remember how the family used to gather in front of the TV at 7pm on a Friday night to bask in the glory of that spectacularly high-IQ’d mullet-sporting secret agent. While I remember bits and pieces of things “Mac” … Continue reading “MegGyver” and the pointless purchase
If you were a teenager in the 1990’s, there is a chance you would have had a run-in with Baz Luhrmann. Not because you necessarily wanted to but rather his movies possibly made up part of the “film study” portion of your English class. His film style is… unique. Weird and melodramatic they contain boatloads … Continue reading Sunscreen
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens. Well, not quite. I’m ridiculously allergic to cats. A copper kettle sounds like a lot of work if you want to keep it shiny. Mittens are stupid… I prefer gloves. I do like roses though. The drought has also put “raindrops” … Continue reading A few of my favourite things
My dream is to live in a secluded cabin somewhere, hidden from the fast paced world and all its annoyances. Somewhere quiet. Oh, so, so unbelievably quiet. But not so hidden that I can’t get to a theatre, or live music show, or restaurant, or sports game. If teleportation became a reality, my dream could … Continue reading Don’t be an asshole
“I want to play hockey,” I announced to my mother at age 11. My enthusiasm to partake was not backed up by any kind of natural ability for the sport. Any sport, for that matter. Several years and a lot of practice sessions later I had elevated my status to “not picked last”. I was … Continue reading Happily average