Sunday, December 23, 2007
The front door wreath - this is a new addition to the Christmas Cast...and I think a permanent one.Detail (of course).
And now that the day is hastily approaching - we have been preparing the food - I have made a Christmas Cake...Andy is about to make the Chritsmas icecream (yes it's real-I'm not making it up) and has already made the ham....and a v.smart one at that...
And now to cook the turkey and wear our eating dresses and impersonate Sumo's for a few days...The truck from Dan Murphy's has already delivered the booze so if a war breaks out in the next few days we should be good until the New Year.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
I especially like the description for the wig ( as if the wig and fern t-the cat model- doesn't just sell it to you anyway)....
Blonde is a magical mix of bashful and brazen. Fern shows off the many moods of a natural blonde: sweet yet catty, smart yet batty -- where life is alluring and coy. Now all she needs is a bikini and a Swedish accent.Blonde sets off your kitty’s eyes and makes your kitty look tan.
Great - now the cat wants to look tanned and wear a kini...when was this ok ? There are more cat hair do's & don'ts on the link
If you have anything related to dress up pets please let me know asap as i need another fix shortly. X b
Ps - All money raised goes to the ASPCA - again I'm not joking.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
In Land’s end, a non fiction work, his writing style is again apparent. He pieces together an array of stories, prose, history and his own experiences of Provincetown (or P town as it’s known – another example of simplification of a word - the laziness of today). The writer was blessed with being a ‘P town’ resident for more than just a summer on the cape (unlike most vistors there).
For those not in the know (or maybe I should say the ‘ho’) Provincetown is a gay (getaway) haven on the tip of the east coast of the USA. It’s a picturesque ex-fishing town full of salt box and cape cod cottages surrounded by the sea from all around as its at the end of a peninsula. Packed in summer and dead in winter, Michael literally writes about the town and its various incantations it takes on. Whether it is due to seasons, the remoteness, or just being the last stop at the (actual) end of the road this is not your average town.
Now the older I’m getting the more I want to know about the history. In this book some interesting facts emerge. For example the site of P town was actually where the pilgrims first landed before Plymouth Rock. However let me stress this to you that this book is not an historical record more so an overview of the town. Personally I would have liked to have read more of it's past but the author points out that it is merely another facet of the town uniqueness.
It is the accounts of the day to day running of the town that is the authors focus. From the A & P with gay cashiers (who double as drag queens at night) to the grand old town hall (the benches out the front used to be called the meat rack in the 70's), the old fishing wharf which was once the lifeblood of the town, the golden horde that is Marine Specialities (if you ever lost anything you’ll probably find it here) the ghost of art communes or simply the dunes, the sand and the sea, with all that interact with it.
It’s a lovely read with its never ending cast of its residents, or should I say all the driftwood that has managed to float in and out the bay itself, some staying more than a summer.
4 pilgrims out of 5
Thanks to the lovely Brigid lending me this copy.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Now I just want to make myself clear first...Dressing your pet up in clothes is a form of animal cruelty...however saying that... its one thing that make me laugh so much I wet myself. OK so its infantile but it looks so funny as its so ridiculous to dress up your cat/dog/ferret - and you can clearly see that the pet hates the whole moment - that dress up/make over scene from Pretty Woman it ain't.
The below are prime examples of the cruelty/hilarity
- here we see Fluffy is dressed as rag doll/Ginger Spice - probably the most sombre/prettiest Gerry has looked...
And here as the blue telly tubby...I think Fluffy is getting over it...The dog models don't seem to mind it as much...even when dressed as your favourite action heroes from Star Wars (Vader, Yoda & Leia) - the bodies clip on.
Back to Fluffy - now as duck - fluffy looking pretty pissed off and looks like she's about to attack her owner ( I especially like how the duck hides Fluffy ears)
Speaking of ears...Nothing says Easter like a cat in bunny ears ...
IF you want more - click on the below link to a (very expensive) fashion & accessory site for your pet - my special category are the individual robes (more duck) & evening wear ( for making your pet sexy - however why is that needed is still a bit weird)
Saturday, November 03, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Maybe as "Halloween," has origins in the Catholic faith. Hallows Eve on November 1 also known as "All Hollows Day" (or "All Saints Day"), is for the honor of saints. In 5BC Ireland, summer officially ended on October 31st. The holiday was called Samhain (pronounced sow-in), meaning "end of summer" - the Celtic New year.
During Samhain, Druids (being druids) believed that the dead would play tricks on mankind and cause destruction and bedlam. Folk would give the Druids food as they visited their homes to appease the dead- Hence how the trick or treat thing started...
The Bobbing for Apples thing happened when Roman Empire took control of the Celts - The Romans were worshiping Pomona, the goddess of the harvest. Apples were the sacred fruit of the goddess, and many games involving them entered the Samhain customs.
Now why so many Jack-O-Lanterns - Irish children used to carve out them out so to light them for Halloween. They commemorated Jack, an Irish villain so wicked that neither God nor the Devil wanted him (apparently there is a waiting list for both). As he was rejected by both, he wandered the world endlessly looking for a place to rest, his only warmth a glittering candle in rotten veg.Anyhoo I'm buying a large pack of lollies (candy) for any spook who may knock on our door for visit on Hallow's Eve...but I suspect it will only be a few drunks from the Riversdale pub or the crazy cat lady complaining my cat doesn't like to be petted. And he doesn't.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
On the road by 7AM to avoid the rush...we managed to get out of Melbourne in no time...
(Out Of Melbourne and only another 550 kms to go!)
Andrew spent most of the trip driving (I only drove for an hour and he wanted to drive more as he got bored...bless).While the lovely Brigid kept us entertained with humorous Crazy Cousin Anne stories and a CD compilation EMI would be envious of.
(if you have any shops in this manner please email me!)
Next...Part 3 - That's Capital.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Me, Andy and the lovely Brigid are heading off to our nations capital - Canberra - this weekend to visit and catch up with some friends who have moved there this year. And usually 7 hours in a car is as about as exciting as it sounds...but I'm really looking forward to it!
Not only do we get to hang out with friends but we get to soak up some national culture ( or as we say it in OZ - CULCHA)...we get to see the premiere flower and garden show of floriade, enjoy the wonders of Mr Burley Griffin's fine planned city such as the lake, Mt Ainslie Look out and the wide avenue and boulevards...visit Parliament house, the numerous galleries and museums....but get to visit the mega-porn supermarkets as well.
Yes only in OZ could the National Gallery share the same locality with Champions Mustang Ranch Porno store.
Now add in some drinks & disco & dancin' my weekend will be complete - and yes more than happy for the latter (as well as the former stuff to be honest) to be in someones living room!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
I was 19 when I first read the Tales of city series. For me it was like nothing I had ever read before. I loved all of the characters, and how their lives intertwined in such a lovely way. How they all were dancing to the same tune…just in different dance halls across the city. Almost a San Francisco symbiosis.
That was almost 15 years ago. When Eddy (http://tummyguts.blogspot.com/) recently recommended this book for me I became quite excited. As a huge fan of Tales of the city it was the first book in ages that I actually rushed out to purchase for my reading pleasure (ok after the last Harry Potter novel).
Armistead Maupin continues the city tales after a break of more than 20 years...this time only focusing on Mouse - Mr Michael Tolliver. He's 55 now and alive, living with HIV and still being a big queen – or in Mouse’s eyes – a big Nellie/Mary/Fag.
Unlike the other novels this book is only from his perspective. Yes other characters are there but not like before. I don’t know if Armistead changed his writing style in the post AIDS world or has purposely decided not to use the usual format of inter-related stories/lives/characters. To be honest I was actually surprised that he even wrote this novel after a 20 year break – I thought he would have left this all behind (whether he produced this from his own doing or it was a requirement in a contract I don’t know) but the edge that Tales once had is lost – I don’t think it’s to do with his writing however more so a reflection of society in 2007.
Still though it’s a fairly good read. I like the fact the some of the old characters come back in…even though a few more have been killed off. And I do like the overall comment Armistead has made about gay life, getting older and the world today from an old 1960's baby boomer radicals perspective. For me it still hasn’t answered entirely the question of what happened to ? the many colourful and rich characters he created. Rather it’s a commentary of how the remaining have survived in a very different post-9-11-Bush-for-president-world to when they met and became family.
Three and a half hearts out of five.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Andrew wants to burn the house as he feels that's the only way we are going to get warm ( electric heating you see) but we managed to get through that ( thankfully).
In fact our state is experiencing the coldest day in 20 years - snow in the country - sleet in the city and fucking freezing everywhere else. I saw on the news tonight that Darwin is experiencing 30 degrees - the only time I'm jealous of not living in NT...and I might add - the ONLY time....
So lately at night I have been in bed trying to get warm reading the fabulous book of Blackgama - "What makes a legend the most" - the old Fur campaigns of the 60's & 70's that the company ran. They used stars of the day such as Barbra Streisand, Judy Garland, Liza, Marlene Dietrich - lots of gay icons really - looking fabulous in fur....(PS - Jesus I'm such a fag)( Darlink - bwring me a mwirror - I don't have great legs - I just know what to do with them)
Fur was fabulous and very practical in this cold weather - OK so I know the whole murdering of animals isn't the nicest thing...however we kill cows & chicken and all sorts of animals for meat to eat - fur is just the skin...
Joanie Rivers after being attacked by PETA!
Hasn't this woman suffered enough from surgery???Anyhow Like Karl Lagerfeld - Ode to a fur coat - fuck PETA -