Lisa Mitchell : Freelance Editor & Writer
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Sep 30, 2009
WANTED: Ziggy Marmalade
Lock your doors. Pack up your doonas. Hide your Crumpler Bag (Ooo. Too late.) And whatever you do, DON'T look him in the eye. . .
The nastiest, meanest, low-downest, lily-livered piddler in the West has just entered the flat.
Big. Bad. Kitty Witty. Rarr.
Richard Attenborough's tribute response
"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."
A tribute to Richard Attenborough
"The most frivolous sound known to Nature must surely be the human echo."
Apr 7, 2009
The Ideal Pet...
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).
Feb 12, 2008
Speaking of organs...
Speaking of organs, what if Earth is just the Liver of something much larger? If my cells think I'm God . . .
Thought of the week: courtesy of Quantum Physics 101, The University of Light
Thought of the week: courtesy of Quantum Physics 101, The University of Light
Jan 17, 2008
Drawing a blank
On rare moments during meditation, I wander the empty corridors of my mind. But more often, I wonder who cancelled the cleaners.
Jan 10, 2008
On Summer Sweltering
It'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.
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