tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42217649184532134542010-03-28T02:04:00.501-07:00Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-47670537629153662262010-03-28T02:04:00.001-07:002010-03-28T02:04:00.513-07:00<br /> This blog is now located at http://lisa-mitch.blogspot.com/.<br /> You will be automatically redirected in 30 seconds, or you may click <a href='http://lisa-mitch.blogspot.com/'>here</a>.<br /><br /> For feed subscribers, please update your feed subscriptions to<br /> http://lisa-mitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default.<br /> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-4767053762915366226?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-54418354759057034782009-09-30T05:43:00.000-07:002009-09-30T16:47:53.702-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/Ziggy-703768.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/Ziggy-703674.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Lock your doors. Pack up your doonas. Hide your Crumpler Bag (Ooo. Too late.) And <span style="font-style: italic;">whatever </span>you do, DON'T look him in the eye. . .<br /><br />The nastiest, meanest, low-downest, lily-livered piddler in the West has just entered the flat.<br /><br />Big. Bad. Kitty Witty. Rarr.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-5441835475905703478?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-1130515956806212502009-09-30T05:37:00.000-07:002009-09-30T05:41:18.300-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/lisa-763150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/lisa-763146.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />"I rather think that a more rigorous assault might be the unwelcome occupation of this Red Hatted Warble-Throated Booby, just when Mother Earth was enjoying a quiet nap."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-113051595680621250?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-2879682959688528012009-09-30T05:32:00.000-07:002009-09-30T05:36:30.832-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/lisa-on-the-mountain-770667.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/lisa-on-the-mountain-770663.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />"The most frivolous sound known to Nature must surely be the human echo."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-287968295968852801?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-68300907894873478342009-04-07T21:13:00.000-07:002009-04-07T21:34:01.913-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/Catclip-763674.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.lisamitchell.net.au/blog/uploaded_images/Catclip-763672.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I suppose the ideal pet would be an Ego. Called Bob. If you could feed him once a day (or three small feeds on a PMT day), life would be altogether more pleasant. Like most perfect pets, Bob would probably crave exercise most when you're tired (of being spiritually sound). He's easily entertained (by moments of self-delusion, ambition and wayward pride) and only gets cranky when provoked (by People Not Like You). And while he might serve a purpose to get things done (kill rats, gobble blow flies, wee on unwanted suitors) it would be so nice to just be able to say "Back in your box Bob" without hurting anyone's feelings (least of all yours).<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-6830090789487347834?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-47511933454442033992008-02-12T14:40:00.001-08:002008-02-12T14:45:38.527-08:00Speaking of organs, what if Earth is just the Liver of something much larger? If my cells think <i>I'm</i> <a href="http://images.google.com.au/images?um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;channel=s&amp;rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&amp;q=god&amp;btnG=Search+Images">God</a> . . .<br /><br />Thought of the week: courtesy of Quantum Physics 101, <a href="http://gita.com.au/">The University of Light</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-4751193345444203399?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-76836861356525548672008-01-17T04:23:00.001-08:002008-01-17T04:24:33.037-08:00On rare moments during meditation, I wander the empty corridors of my mind. But more often, I wonder who cancelled the cleaners.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-7683686135652554867?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-30401672765173013092008-01-10T04:15:00.000-08:002008-01-10T04:24:04.650-08:00It's 11.18pm and 31 degrees celsius in my home office which means my internal body temperature is almost in synch with the real world. I can't tell you happy that makes me. Which means there's really no excuse for spontaneous combustion in this sort of weather and that at least 100 17 year-olds around Melbourne will wake up tomorrow morning with RSI from scooping ice-cream all night.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-3040167276517301309?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-25740296036955057682007-11-05T18:05:00.001-08:002007-11-05T18:05:51.895-08:00I believe for every drop of rain that falls, an ant drowns.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-2574029603695505768?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4221764918453213454.post-32620801831905923492007-01-07T23:52:00.000-08:002010-03-28T02:02:16.562-07:00* Mmmmmm, the smell of baked goods...<br /><br />* I am to animals as a warm, fluffy white towel is to a toddler<br /><br />* Woman of altitude (puffs up small mountains in high places)<br /><br />* "I live to learn, to love, to progress"<br /><br />* My body is a temple... to the Travel Bug<br /><br />* There are secret writing projects hiding from me in my bottom drawer<br /><br />* Add Organic coffee for instant clarity<br /><br />* Add yoga for instant spiritual being (having a human experience)<br /><br />* Be gone thou unspeakable lolly Temptress!<br /><br />* Lucky me: I enjoy moments of great beauty, every day<br /><br />* I will see the swirling scarves of the Northern Lights before I die<br /><br />* Baked-Goods Gobbler! I shall vanquish Thee with the acid of mine poisoned thought!<br /><br />* Look deeply into the eyes of another, and see where they have been.<br /><br />* Love is . . . to accept yourself unconditionally first, and to offer all you have left to others.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4221764918453213454-3262080183190592349?l=www.lisamitchell.net.au%2Fblog%2Findex.htm' alt='' /></div>Lisa Mitchellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16282975427076304541noreply@blogger.com0