Thursday, January 14, 2010

Daniel Kitson

Saw my first theatre show of the year last night at the Arts Centre and am still walking around with it in my head.

Daniel Kitson's one man show, 66A Church Road, is very funny, very touching, did I mention it was funny? and it's all about a house that became a home.

Go see it.

Go.

Why aren't you leaving?

Okay, this is becoming awkward now.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Feel the heat, and I do.


Feel the heat
Originally uploaded by alexsk
It's going to hit 44 degrees here today and that is just, in the words of the Supernanny, unacceptable behaviour.

Off to the movies.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

HOT

This is where I want to be at the moment to get some sort of respite from the hot oven heat here in Melbourne but instead I am stuck in my house built by stupid people that thought they were still in Europe.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Blonde


Blonde wig mountain
Originally uploaded by discodeb73
Old men with blonde hair are weird.

Discuss.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

News

Here's one thing that happened when I was buried under a giant rum ball (true story, remind me to tell you sometime).

I'm having a play produced at a place called Paw Paw. It is actually a real place and not some joke a mean person played on me. It's in Michigan. Look it up.

Boom!

So, it's been about a month since I was last here and while the time seemed to fly, it didn't seem like I was doing much. But I'm sure I was. I may be a genius at procrastination but still things get done. I hope that when you think of me, and I know that you think of me often and you are gloriously close to becoming a stalker, you don't picture a sloth human munching donuts on the couch. I rarely eat donuts.

But still, the end of the year saw the days melting in to each other and seemed to be gone before I knew it. And now, we are in @)!) – which is 2010 if hold down the shift button.

I'm doing something HUGE this year and I'm talking about it all here. You may see me around town trying not to cry and look aimless. It's going to be fun. Or it is going to kill me. Either way, I hope it changes my life, because as much as I love whinging to you all, I want to be a happy little duckling. Literally. But in case I can't manage that, I'll just take the happy.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

2010, or whatever

So, you've missed me. You've been crying into your egg nog which you really should pour down the sink because Christ that shit goes off and I don't want any of you to DIE, and you've been clinging to your loved ones, sobbing incoherently because 'she's .. just ... not ... THERE!'

I know, but in my defence, you really should be used to it.

I would like to say that I will be better but let's sit that dance out.

Let us all just rest a while, near a christmas tree because I know you haven't pulled it down yet, and hopefully there will be a weird blue girl there that will entertain you until I get back.