Snoskred Meets Edmund Skewerhands.

Floating quietly at the top of Snoskred’s bedroom sits Edmund Skewerhands. In his lap sits a small faceless, featureless doll. When all is peaceful, quiet, The Other Half and the two kitties sleep soundly, one on the bed, one right next to the heater which is right next to Snoskred and turned on to the highest setting. The kitties are happy. This is the first time the heater has been on since moving into the new home. They hope it will stay turned on all through the time they live here.

Edmund looks down at the scene of peace and grins. Both kitties growl in their sleep. They can sense his presence. If they could see him they would snarl and hiss. Edmund extends one metal, skewerlike finger and prods the doll with it gently. Over the past few days he has found that to awaken Snoskred slightly gets the best reaction. Snoskred stirs in her sleep.

Edmund plunges his metal skewer into the doll, just above the right knee. Snoskred yells “OW” and grabs her leg, rolling in pain. The kitties scatter, running for cover. One time Snoskred actually rolled right out of bed, almost landing on the little kitty. The Other Half opens one eye and knows there is nothing he can do. Within five minutes, everyone is back in their place and back asleep. Only Edmund is awake, still grinning, waiting for peace to descend again – so he can shatter it.


10,000 visitors

Sometime over the next day or two this blog will hit 10,000 on the counter. And what a fun journey it has been so far. ;) If you’re the 10,000th visitor make sure to leave a comment!

It is really cold here at the moment, something like 6 degrees. My fingers are ice cold. I think it must be snowing in the snowy mountains and a quick look at the webcams show that they did get snow yesterday, and no wonder because it was something like -4 degrees.

I had this dream last year that I went to the snow with the other half and for some reason Guy Sebastian was there skiing. Odd. But me just typing what I typed above reminded me of that dream so strongly that I went on a little Guy Sebastian you tube trip down memory lane. ;) I tried to find something nice to put here so it wasn’t a wasted journey but nothing felt right, so no music for you. Sorry about that. :)

blog housekeeping, dreams, music

Back in the country..

and going back to the city reminds me of all the reasons why I could never live there again. The traffic, the noise, the smells, the krispy kremes.. ;) I tell you, once you move to the country you will never want to go back. It’s scary out there. It’s rained all the way from Sydney to here, which is over 150kms and this is great because we do need the rain.

I keep having plane nightmares. This is not an unusual thing for me, I have always had them. But the last couple have been right out there as far as what happened. The one I had last night I was apparently a plane crash investigator and when we got to the scene we ended up snorkelling (??yeah I agree, what the??) and there were all these weird fish. I blame Meva for that one, at least the snorkelling bit. ;)

But the one that really freaked me out when I woke up from it at 3:30am in the morning a couple of nights ago, it was this airport that was like a posh hotel lobby, and they brought in a coffin which was supposed to be flying on a plane but when the baggage handlers picked it up it was too light so they opened it and there was just someone’s head inside (I blame a book I was reading the other day where someone got decapitated for that one) so they closed it back up and pushed it off to be loaded on the plane and it just exploded like a bomb.

In the meantime I had gone off and got on a plane, and it was like two pictures next to each other – what was happening in the lobby and what was happening on the plane. There were no pilots on my plane and an off duty pilot told someone how to get the plane to take off but that they had to reduce power afterwards. He went back to his seat and fell asleep. When he woke up he looked at the time and the little map and saw the plane hadn’t gone very far, and he realised the engines were too loud so he raced to the cockpit to find nobody there and the engines starting to make strange sounds. He reduced the power right away but then the engines blew up, igniting the fuel tanks.

It was just like a soft, hot wind and the sound the engines made when they exploded was very soothing, and then cut back to me explaining to people on the ground that the people in the air would have only felt a hot wind and they would have been feeling very happy after hearing the sound the engines made when they exploded and then they would not have known anything more. I think that bit has to do with Lockerbie – many of the people were alive the whole time they were falling. Some even survived the landing.

But really I can’t explain my dreams. I do like to write them down because I often forget them easily. So you may find me doing that from time to time here. Don’t hold their strangeness against me! ;)

country life, dreams


Woken from a lovely dream about being at the snow with my other half by black helicopters with big guns flying low over the house. It’s a great way to start the day. I now have a shitty other half who is having the day off and the only chore on his plate today is to sort out the Austar. See Austar have brought in new channel packages, and we can finally FUCK OFF the sport which we never watch, and save money – in fact by the time we have finished this packaging sort out, we’ll have *more* channels for *less* money. Including all the movie channels, so now it’s certain I’ll never get shiznit done.

However nothing is really that simple is it? We’re billed by Telstra for the Austar, and they don’t do these packages, so now we have to convert back to Austar, which is causing the other half to walk around growling. Yes, literally growling. Like a dog.

Then again, nothing is as bad as you expect it will be, because when he rang Austar he found they have a special line set up for conversions as so many people are doing it, and like I suggested to him before he called and while he was baring his teeth and doing the Elvis snarl, they will have a special process for it as they kind of do it for a living and it won’t be as hard as he thinks.

I tried to read all the blogs but he kept walking in here and growling and interrupting my comment leaving, so I’ve given it up for now.

Other jobs on todays agenda include – going to the special animal feed store to get Kitty Litter. They often have chickens there too, I like to look at them. Like Google, chickens are your friends. But they have every kind of feed for animals, like horses, and cows and stuff. They also sell plants and they have Bonsai. It’s a cool store and you drive to the side of it and park your car there so they can load what you buy into your car, yet it is right in the middle of town, just one street back from the main street.

Then later today we have to take the kitties to the vet. The first one I called do not make appointments. I’m not so sure about that, it might take a really long time. Kind of like going to a public hospital. However, they do seem to have 5 vets and seeing as this seems to be like an afternoon surgery I’m sure most of them will be there, so I am hopeful this will be quick, but I am doubting this whole process and thinking of calling another vet entirely. What to do?

My older cat does not love the cat carrier, or going to the vet. So much so I thought about trying to get them a home visit, but realistically that’s not going to work out too well, I think. I’m concerned about her because she’s lost a fair bit of weight. OTOH, she does have a younger kitty keeping her active, she gets a lot more exercise now than she ever has before, and she is a very picky eater. She’s never really been a fat cat. However the younger kitty literally inhales her food like some space alien with a vacuum for a mouth, and she’s getting a bit rotund. The other half takes delight in calling her fat. That’s just nasty! Then again, the younger kitty takes delight in waiting until he’s fallen asleep on his side and then curling up behind his legs so he can’t turn over without waking up, so maybe that’s her revenge. ;)

The little kitty fetches – she loves it when you bring receipts home from shopping and then make them into little balls of paper and throw them for her. She brings them back and waits for you to throw it again. I just think she needs to do more of that. ;)

I spent a little bit of time trying to choose one good experience I had as a zoo volunteer to post about to kind of make up for yesterdays downer type post. However, I have a list of millions to try and pick through. There seriously are that many. I’m still trying to choose, I’ll get back to you.

dreams, kitties

If you have a little spare time

You might want to read this very interesting transcript of a speech given by Captain Al Haynes. The crash at Sioux City (more info here and here) seemed not survivable when you saw it happen however thanks to a lot of preparation and the skill of the crew and a DC-10 instructor pilot who happened to be a passenger on the flight, 184 passengers and 10 crew members survived.

I had the strangest dream last night – I had this lizard which was injured and I had found it and healed it’s injuries, and I was supposed to make it this soup of carrots, lettuce and other fruits and vegetables but I couldn’t find any fruit and veg at the supermarket. Very odd.

dreams, plane safety, planes

weird dream

I had this weird dream that I was supposed to fly to Queensland for a wedding, and when I got to the airport the plane was just leaving and it was the last plane for the day so I was panicking and screaming and generally freaking out. After I calm down I go to the counter and this woman says she will make sure I get to Queensland for the next day, everything will be fine.

She then hands me a piece of paper with flights and pictures of planes on it, and I find she is sending me to Queensland via Beijing on about 6 different planes and flights to get there. I think cool, I can get some duty free.

Then I start out on this mammoth journey which takes me via Alice Springs where I get on a little prop plane that seats about 4 people and I’m not scared at all! Then I get on the next plane which is huge and isn’t laid out like a normal plane would be, I can’t even describe how it was laid out in a way that would make sense, and I sit in my seat and the old people near me tell me to move over a seat because the plane isn’t full and the next thing I remember after that I was in a duty free shop trying to choose what to buy.

I think I must have woken up after that. I don’t remember getting to Queensland at all.

I just thought I should type it while I remembered it. That probably wasn’t interesting or anything but it was a really odd dream..