This Week's Band Name

Is 'Owl Heaven'.

HI JULIE!

Just because you're forced to lurk doesn't mean I don't know you're there :)

Addendum

I forgot my biggest peeve of all - the use of 'Waltzing Matilda' to evoke a sense of 'Australianess' in TV ads. I'm sorry, folks, but it doesn't inspire me to use an Australian funeral firm, donate money to Christian aid charities, eat more tomato sauce or go to the cricket. It's a great song but it's not by any means a substitute for our (reasonably awful, I grant you) national anthem - can we all please remember it's about a GUY STEALING SHEEP?

And did anyone else notice that our Canadian-born gold-medal winner didn't sing on the podium?

The Meme of Fours (Readulterated)

I got tagged ages ago by Henri-V. I had to give it a good thunk.

Neek, M, Banana and Hertfordshire Lass, you're up!

FOUR...

Favourite smells
Rain
Freshly brewed coffee (moreso even than the taste of it)
Clothes being tumble-dried
The ozone, glorious, toxic ozone, from the car's airconditioner in those first few seconds after you switch it on

Favourite terms of abuse
Froot Loop
Space Cadet
Bonehead
Berk

Foods I could eat no matter how sick I am
Lychees
Those Scribbler iceblocks from primary school
Crunchy Nut Cornflakes
Vegemite on toast

Four things that drive me crazy
Illegal U-turns
Littering (particularly out of car windows, you bastards)
People using 'women' as a bloody adjective!
Sub-continental after-hours automated telemarketing calls. In fact, telemarketing full stop.

Dream jobs
Singer/songwriter or concert musician
Novelist
Photographer
Lexicographer

First names I would have chosen
Katherine
Helen
Rachel
Roxanne

Mass-o-chew-sets

I don't know if you've ever experienced this yourself, but I came once again this morning to that dreadful realisation that my teeth are BONES STICKING OUT OF MY GUM. Freaks me out every time. I hate it when bits of my body are suddenly strange to me.

The Tempest

It's a horrible dream. Nightmares are all the more terrifying because they are custom-built. It's Saturday night and the downpour has started while I'm asleep. The rain is deafening. I wake face down to find water is dripping onto the back of my neck. As I roll over I see the ceiling bulge with the weight and watch horrified as it cracks under the strain. The room is engulfed. I surface once before the walls give out and then am swept away. I see the same thing happen to my parents, watch bricks pop one by one from the walls of their highset house. I wake for real, trembling in the blast of the fan I left on when, years ago, I was hot and drowsy, and inspect the ceiling for cracks. In the morning we find the dining room floor is awash but the cat is somewhere safe - there are muddy pawprints all over the washing machine under the window.

This Week's Band Name

Is 'The Living Unread'.

In honour of our demented spellchecker - the same one which suggested some years back that we substitute the word 'testicles' for 'tastebuds' in the sentence in a Valentine's Day news story that read, This year, people are thinking with their...

I am but the sum of my obsessions.

Curse the musicians!
Who else could be that sexy
Merely by being alive?

I HATE VENETIAN BLINDS