you know what shits me? it shits me when you write a huge entry in blogger, a little gem of a literary nugget, then you hit 'post & publish', and then it disappears forever. that really shits me. but then again, this blog is being brought to you for free courtesy of those good people at blogger, so i really should just get over it, shouldn't i? hmm. okay. done.
the last entry was all about how i went at the opening of the yarraville festival, comedy @ the commercial last thursday. answer is i went alright, but was not punching the air a la leyton on my way off stage. i was the opening act for a night full of local heroes, so in retrospect i did not do as badly as i could have. dave o'neill and ged told me they thought i did well and that just about made up for the fact that yon from tripod was in the audience while i was on, and he didn't actually laugh once. oh well. two out of three ain't bad.
sitting in the deakin uni computer labs, i have just realised two things - one, i smell like a pile of ashes due to my current fixation with the fireplace in my study (that's right, study! i finally have one!); and two, i type pretty bloody loudly, i do.
anyone want kittens? two local cats who lived in our backyard before we moved in have just had kittens. it's amazing. now the two back corners of our yard ore off limits to us measly humans, as both momma cats hiss and spit like things possessed if we stray too close to their litters. though they are all cute as buttons. mark wants to adopt one (even though he's generally allergic to cats) because he thinks he might 'build up an immunity' to them. jane, i blame you and clovis. he just hasn't been the same since bendigo.