And shed a bitter tear.

  • Reading:
    Human Croquet: Kate Atkinson
  • Listening:
    The Killers: Hot Fuss
  • Watching:
    I watched Madagascar. I spent the first half in agony, trying to figure out the voice of the giraffe. It’s David Schwimmer. What a letdown.
  • Eating:
    My Terry’s Chocolate Orange preoccupation has returned. I can’t stop.
  • Liking:
    Bloglines. Bloggy goodness.
  • Pondering:
    Now is the winter of our discontent … I am seriously considering making this my voicemail message at work.

“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,

  • Reading:
    Good Wives: Louisa May Alcott. Hey, it was $1.95. Cut me some slack.
  • Listening:
    The Chills: Submarine Bells. We could dive into suns though it’s not recommended.
  • Watching:
    Clueless on DVD. I bought a DVD!
  • Eating:
    Chocolate afghans. I can bake! These have pecans on them! They’re good!
  • Liking:
    The onset of winter. Scarves! Coats! Cool boots!
  • Pondering:
    That cat is awfully close to the heater. How hot do cats have to get before they spontaneously combust?

“That they could get it clear?”

  • Reading:
    Cloudstreet: Tim Winton
  • Listening:
    Beck: Guero
  • Watching:
    I watched Hellboy on DVD last night. I have a real problem with Selma Blair. She SHOULD be good, but she’s … not.
  • Eating:
    Baked cheesecake.
  • Liking:
    My new camera. Mmmm. Expensive.
  • Pondering:
    Surely it’s not frittering away money if I buy books with it. Books! Learning!

“Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,

  • Reading:
    Blink: The Power of Thinking Without Thinking
  • Listening:
    A terrible 80s mix CD I made for a workmate. It has Falco! FALCO!
  • Watching:
    Lost, just about the only TV I’m watching at present. TV sucks.
  • Eating:
    Cooking chocolate. Hey, I’m desperate here.
  • Liking:
    When people recognise the movie lines I mutter under my breath, and, better yet, elaborate on them. “It’s not a tumah!”
  • Pondering:
    Are my dogs more animal or mineral? Because their fur is FILLED with sand and grit.

Swept it for half a year,

  • Reading:
    Wizard and Glass, Stephen King
  • Listening:
    Where is the Love, Black Eyed Peas. Yes I know it has Justin Timberlake shut up shut up SHUT UP.
  • Watching:
    Jackass: The Movie. The papercuts had me cringing more than anything else.
  • Eating:
    Milk biscuits I brought back from NZ. They are like Marmite in that if you didn’t eat them as a kid, you will hate them now. I can’t stop eating them.
  • Liking:
    The pen pot on my computer desk, which is a stoneware jar for “Ma Spong’s Apricot Jam”. Man, I love eBay.
  • Pondering:
    The door just fell off our front loader washing machine. Just … fell off. This does not bode well for future laundry requirements.

“If seven maids with seven mops

  • Reading:
    Shogun, James Clavell. Yes, still. It’s long,
    all right?
  • Listening:
    Love, Angel, Music, Baby: Gwen Stefani.
  • Watching:
    Welcome to the Jungle: Stifler vs The Rock.
  • Eating:
    Udon noodles.
  • Liking:
    Summer … even when it’s raining.
  • Pondering:
    Otherwise sane adults who email me crappy, sappy chain letters. Have I not been clear about my feeling on these things? They stay AWAY from me. And no, you will never get a “Kiss From An Angel!!!1!” from me.

They said, “It would be grand!”

  • Reading:
    Shogun, James Clavell
  • Listening:
    Oceans Twelve soundtrack
  • Watching:
    Kite surfers at St Kilda
  • Eating:
    Byron Bay Chilli salsa
  • Liking:
    Daylight savings
  • Pondering:
    My sudden need for green cordial. Am I reverting to childhood? (Actually, I was never allowed cordial as a child. And LOOK HOW I TURNED OUT. Let this be a lesson to all of you.)

“If this were only cleared away,”

  • Reading:
    Maus, Art Speigelman
  • Listening:
    U2, How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb
  • Watching:
    The spirit of goodwill, alive and well in carpark buildings all around the city. (Sarcasm is a Christmas spirit, right?)
  • Eating:
    First cherries of the season. Expensively delicious.
  • Liking:
    My tiny real Christmas tree, adorned with fairy lights. I fear the fake tinsel trees.
  • Pondering:
    The perils of Christmas clothes shopping for others: What size IS my dad, exactly?

Such quantities of sand:

  • Reading:
    Travel brochures.
  • Listening:
    Weezer, Island in the Sun. No wait, now it’s Wham!, Last Christmas (Pudding Mix). I should really find the “shuffle” button on this thing.
  • Watching:
    Kath and Kim.
  • Eating:
    Raspberries.
  • Liking:
    DING da da da!
  • Pondering:
    Yes, we have an inorganic hard rubbish collection. It doesn’t mean you can throw all your shit out on the grass verge THREE WEEKS before the collection begins.

They wept like anything to see

  • Reading:
    A giant pile of Cuisine magazines, the hoard of a friend returning to
    New Zealand. They make me feel hungry, but too inadequate to cook.
  • Listening:
    Some back catalogue: Dimitri from Paris.
  • Watching:
    Co-workers and their fake tan mishaps in aid of the Spring Racing Carnival. Youll laugh! You’ll cry! You’ll go all streaky and orange!
  • Eating:
    Dumplings at yum cha.
  • Liking:
    Planning my February travel. So little time! So little money! So don’t care!
  • Pondering:
    If the dog turns his head away from the cat, does that mean the dog becomes invisible and hence safe from any potential attack? All signs point to YES.