you just keep me hangin' on

lightning flashes and thunder rumbles - the dynamic skies of the day on which i was born. nature loves me today.

in the gathering storm

crustacean liberation

things are much too weird around here sometimes. taha gave the bub a cd for her 1st birthday (or maybe it was a going away gift) and it's called "best animal songs" and now bub is learning to laugh like a kookaburra. she sounds like a mad scientist with her forced giggles. and i have to wonder about the name of the cd, as well. since when is "old macdonald had a zoo - shooby dooby doo" a "best animal song"?? it's a bastardisation. not a best. i should know, because i've had many hours to listen and critique the entire album. if i have to hear someone sing "chick chick chick chick chicken, lay another egg for me!" one more stupid time, i will lay an egg myself. an ANGRY, INSANE egg! to make matters worse, the bunhead has been going around singing "old macdonald had a dog and bingo was his name, oh! e-i-n-g-o! e-i-n-g-o! e-i-n-g-o! and bingo was his name-o!" what is wrong with my family? seriously.

bub has also developed hypochondriasis, seemingly overnight. while she always had an ouchie knee if she fell, this has now progressed to the following litany of hurts, sometimes daily:

"mummy, ma back 'urting"
"mummy, ouchie knee"
"ma arm 'urting, mummy"
"ow, ma yeg 'urting"
"ma 'ead 'urting, too, mummy"
"ma teef ah 'urting"
"mummy, ma peet. ma peet 'urting"

*sigh* not even two years old and ready for the nursing home.

in other weirdness, not to do with my family (for once) has a group of buddhists liberating the annual crab catch in sydney. this has been dubbed a "crustacean liberation" (not to be confused with the crustacean commotion, which sounds vastly inferior and has the slogan "rehab the crab", which makes it sound like the poor things have had a little too much cooking wine. what have they been getting those pincers stuck into?

sweetheart, come to me