Cinnamon disapproves of what you’re doing on the Internet. Originally uploaded at Disapproving Rabbits! by Birdchick
Life
mr tog’s still got it
We were chatting desultorily about a small wound he has on the back of his leg, which I was dressing, and I reported that it was looking good, not too oozy. Beat. mr tog: I wish I was the marketing… Read More ›
Photos painting pictures
I came across this vintage poster from 1937 a few days ago, aimed at enticing an international market to come visit Australia: The artist is Douglas Annand. Some links I’ve also followed in the last few days, in discussions about… Read More ›
50 questions
I’ve been trying to avoid just responding to the news cycle and do some more thoughtful stuff, but that’s hard, so here’s a meme that’s been going around during our recent cold snap instead: 1. When you looked at yourself… Read More ›
Frogging Friday
I condemn my lack of attention towards the desperate shortage of frogging in the world today.
Saving this for the 21st
I get to see my new niece for the first time tomorrow, although I’ve been sent many fine pictures of this mighty fine specimen. She looks lovely, and the parents look happy, in those other shots. But this one has… Read More ›
Boring consumerism
I took the tigling and some of her friends for a cinema and pizza outing yesterday to celebrate the tigling’s birthday. That was fine, lots of fun, actually. But because of the weather we had to stay inside the mall… Read More ›
Yesterday’s beach walk
My favourite shot of the morning – mum and bub were just having so much fun here (playing Harry by the Sea, where “Harry, a friendly little dog on a visit to the seashore, is mistaken for a sea serpent… Read More ›
I’m an auntie once more!
I have a new niece, delivered just on an hour ago by caesarean section. Her mum is still in recovery after the surgery. Her nana says she’s beautiful, but I’ll have to wait for a little while to see her…. Read More ›
May my Kiwi readers forgive me
An hour ago I was standing on the promenade at Coogee above where Willie Mason was sunbathing below, skylarking (loudly) with a few fellow Kangaroos. How did I know they were Kangaroos? They were wearing their team shorts. Wasn’t that… Read More ›