Thursday, April 26, 2007

the discussion board is now open...

Hands are rather bound at the moment. Sadly, I don’t mean that in a playful kind of way either (much to the Not Boyfriend’s chagrin – having been laid low with a bug for most of the week). But blogging subject wise, I am restricted and muzzled, between the proverbial rock and a hard place with life right now. A small but important aspect amplified by differing culture and family.

Without going into details – I’d like to open up some discussion here. For those currently or previously in a relationship which involves ‘in laws’ living out of town – do you have strategies, rules, agreements or stories about when they visit. Do they flow easily, are there any internal adjustments you or your partner has to make at such times, how do you keep everyone’s needs met under the roof of a very small house?

Seriously people – tell me your stories.


Sunday, April 22, 2007

lurgy time

Please don full biohazard gear before reading this blog...

...just a touch of tonsilitis

Thursday, April 19, 2007

coals to Newcastle

From The Age

Aussie tourist fined for importing cannabis

An "incredibly stupid" Brisbane company director has been fined $NZ1500 ($A1334) fine for posting cannabis to himself for use on a family holiday in New Zealand.
"You have insulted our country by sending yourself cannabis which you intended to smoke here," Judge Jane McMeeken told Amanuel Tossos Bellas.
Bellas, 49, of Mansfield, Brisbane, is a director of a company employing 30 people.
He was allowed to collect his confiscated passport from Customs and fly home - as long as the fine and court costs totalling $NZ1630 had been paid.
He pleaded guilty to the charge of importing cannabis into New Zealand a few days before the family holiday began.
Police prosecutor Sergeant Jeff Kay said Bellas had posted 13.65 grams of cannabis inside a compact disk case, to an address he was going to stay at in Christchurch.
The package was intercepted at the Auckland Mail Centre.
Bellas flew into New Zealand on April 14 and was spoken to by Customs officers yesterday, when he said he used the class C drug to help him sleep.
Defence counsel Grant Tyrell said there was no suggestion the importation was for anything but personal use. Bellas had a medical condition which meant he suffered chronic pain, and chronic insomnia.
"He was concerned he would not be able to sleep," Tyrell said.
He had explained the matter to his family and accepted there would be repercussions for his future travel. He could pay a fine immediately.
Judge McMeeken told Bellas: "You have behaved in an incredibly stupid way."
She accepted he was using the cannabis himself, for medical purposes "but that's no defence at all".

I think the full quote from Judge McMeeken was actually, "You have behaved in an incredibly stupid way. Why import cannabis when you could have bought it here and supported the local economy?"

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

festival time

Spied last night at Keating: The Musical was ex-premierJeff Kennett. Perhaps he was taking notes for his own eponymous musical?

PS: Loved the show even though I am not a fan of all singing all dancing extravaganzas. Eddie Perfect’s Alexander Downer in a corset and high heels is not to be missed.

Monday, April 16, 2007

modern life

So you find your good friend's recently separated partner on an online dating site. After 20 years together you could say that the bed hasn’t had a chance to get cold. Do you:

a) Wet yourself laughing at the mismatches between his online persona and that of the guy who lived with your friend.

c) Set up a bogus online identity and ask him on a date.

d) Use your own identity and let him know you are available.

e) Email your friend the site details and the name he’s using.

e) All of the above

f) None of the above

Sunday, April 15, 2007

too much information?

Thanks to Boysenberry for pointing me to this little treat.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

get out those needles girls!

Now if I wasn't so busy getting the house ready for the latest visitor (5th in the past 2 months) and trying to find the car keys for another airport run (3rd in the last week) - I'd be knitting a wee gift for the Not Boyfriend, so he doesn't freeze his balls off riding his bike in winter.

courtesy of

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civil disobedience allowed here

What no nice shiny new sherrifs badge on this blog?

Just letting you know though I don't encourage boneheads on the web, this site is not signing up for the bloggers code of ethics. Why? If you want to be anonymous - you can. If I think you are offensive, I will just delete your comments. Oh the power!

I mean if you can't be libellous on a blog - where can you be? It all smacks of Homeland (in)Security and some kind of christian far right happy camp to me.

But really, a little badge in the blogoshpere will not protect you from idiots. Speaking up may do.

Lets keep political discussion, differences of opinion and intellectual debate alive and well in one little corner of this vastly conservative world.


Tuesday, April 10, 2007



This is the first year I've seen them in my Melbourne home. I thought they were a Sydney thing. That's global warming for you I suppose!

Fortunately this one was found not in the kitchen, but trying to get in the front door where it got partially squashed in the door frame. As much as I dislike bugs, this installation will stay awhile as a warmning to door to door salespeople and religious fanantics.


Saturday, April 07, 2007

I just don't get it

Victoria is lining up to be the home of big, brand spanking new desalination plant. Sure what to do with the salty, environment deadening excess is a minor hiccough. But the real issue that I can't see outlined in the summary of the feasiblity study is the issue of power. You see, from what little I know, these plants take a massive amount of electiricty for them to do their thing. Victoria being the home of brown coal, would mean a humungous* amount of carbon being produced in return for a little bit of much needed water water.

I find this piecemeal way of dealing with the state of our sad planet a little like contemporary medicine. We've got a cure for your problem, it's just a pity the side effects will eventually kill you.

* a scientific term meaning "shoot me now, why don't you"

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007


On a balmy Friday evening 20 years ago today I arrived in Melbourne with my trusty backpack and thought I’d stay awhile.

I’d now need an entire shipping container if I was to relocate again. I’d also have to put a house on the market and do something about a certain furry creature who I have become attached to.

I was a very young, feisty Kiwi thing – full of ideals and aspirations. How I came to be in this city was more of an act of blind faith than actual planning. I had awoken very early 2 Sunday’s earlier with a clear vision of what I wanted to do with my life and where I needed to go to do it. Though my intention was to study in Melbourne I had no idea if the course I wanted existed – I just assumed it would, as my dream had very specifically located it here. Life before the internet was definitely more adventurous.

On the journey through these past 2 decades I have acquired a new profession (complete with 4 years of education), started a business, been involved in assorted media (tv, radio and those glorious days of the net when they threw ridiculous amounts of money at people to form online communities), delighted in numerous lovers, made many great friends and adopted the beautiful Princess Prissy Paws. I now reside with the not boyfriend in an inner city piece of real estate and the odd times I get behind the wheel, it’s in a reliable car.

I still ride my bike, catch trams and walk. I have stayed living within 1-2 kms of my landing spot, residing in 6 houses and a few crash pads. I have lived with at least 25 other individuals. At a conservative estimate - 3 of whom would qualify for the diagnosis of ‘certifiably insane’. I have bought the same house twice. Somehow, despite me being aghast at a vital part of my interview with the Immigration Department (“What – you mean I could be asked to fight for this country?”) I managed to get a piece of paper proclaiming Australian citizenship. Though I sincerely hope I never have to sit through another rendition of “Waltzing Matilda” ever again.

I always thought I’d have a party with lots of tacky Australiana (flags, lamingtons and lashings of green and gold streamers) to mark this milestone but somehow I forgot.

Finishing the day without a single celebratory sip having passed my lips, I’m thinking how I can best honour the next few decades. I have been saying for a while that “I want to be a philanthropist when I grow up” and I would like to say before another 10 years passes, that in some small way I have achieved that. I also wish to see a deeper healing of the past and current atrocities against our indigenous peoples. By becoming an Australian, I realised I had to start taking ownership for that, not blaming it on the forebears of people from another nation.

Perhaps there’s still a skerrick of feisty Kiwi left in me after all.

Here’s to the next 20 years.


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