Interesting encounters at lunch today—the world is a crazy place when you’re the only one eating sandwiches at 2pm.
In the gardens, there were leaves everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Like this huge tree decided to throw them all off overnight (they weren’t there yesterday). If you think that’s because it’s Fall then I have news for you—(a) it’s called Autumn here, not Fall, and (b) it’s Spring in the southern hemisphere.
So what makes a tree throw off all its leaves in Spring? The way I figure it, they wait for it to get cold—which it never does here, not like snow and stuff, not what a tree would consider cold—and suddenly it gets hot and they jump up going “oh, we missed it!” and with a whoosh, down come all the leaves. It’s either that or a vile plot involving thieves—or perhaps pirates—who sneak off with the leaves, leaving only dodgy fake merchandise behind. I say dodgy because it all fell down at once.
I also saw a car with the number plate SYZYGY. Now I know from playing hangman in high school that this is a real word and has something to do with the orbits of planets and stars. Not a bad word for hangman, although you will only compound your reputation as a geek by using it. Especially if you have to admit discovering it in a dictionary and knowing what it means. Now you can say instead you discovered it on a car number plate. Or this blog, shifting your geek karma back on me 😛
Still, not a bad word for hangman. Much better than antidisestablishmentarianism. That word has so many letters it’s impossible not to get! Also once you draw that many spaces on the board, some clever nuisance will guess it in one go and spoil the fun. Like I did. hahaha.
Actually, I like this word best for hangman. One letter at a time please.
G·Y·P·S·Y (congratulations for Casyn, fine bloogling there 😉
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Already guessed: V P T A D J R C Y
Missed the fun? Hangman has moved here!
Who’d have thought a song on the morose topics of suicide and regret—regret during suicide is how I interpret it—would be so good. Tourniquet. By Evanescence. Go listen on their website.
Do you turn on the subtitles (teletext?) when you watch TV? We do. And if you don’t, you should.
We started this originally because we had the volume down where it was a little hard to hear. Why not just turn it up? Didn’t want to wake the baby. We still don’t wanna wake the boys, and have come to enjoy reading along to our favourite shows. DVDs are great, subtitles!
But it’s the TV subtitles that make us laugh. Especially the shows that are providing captions live. Good on them for all the hard work they’re doing; but on the other hand, employ a typist!! Someone who can type fast and accurate. Not like me—I type like a programmer… hitting the keys involves lots of trial and error, debugging and correcting—more like my Mum. Now there’s someone who can type!
What has all this to do with the topic? Ore kes tra. That’s how they spell orchestra on Australian Idol. See, you should turn subtitles on. You’ve no idea of the comedy you’re missing 🙂
Giant grasshoppers. They’re big, brown and they eat ya plants. But I can’t quite bring myself to grab the blighters and twist their heads off. I tried to whack one with a newspaper but I missed. O calamitous lack of dexterity!
My grandad made the beheading look easy. He was a gardener of some renown and perhaps this was one of his secrets. The remains would go to feed the blue-tongues that lived in a small drain near the house. I remember waiting to see the big lizard one day and the grasshopper body got up and hopped away (the head had complications of its own, dealing with an attack of ants). I remember running down the path yelling “Grandad! Grandad! It’s getting away!!” He soon fixed that.
Isn’t this fabulous conversation? I can just see it being repeated over the dinner table, when one’s significant other asks “So honey, what did you read on the blogs today?” Yes, tell them this story. They’ll not be so quick to ask again!
In other head-related news, Daniel had his stitches out this morning. Yay!
And, next the big grasshopper was a pink lizarda gecko. They are cool. Shame they don’t eat grasshoppers. Perhaps I can breed them so they do, oh yes!
A question: why does the blogger spell check suggest replacing Grandad with grunted?