A Dingo's got my Barbie!!!

Bits & Pieces.

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In other news, Kila has tagged me for a meme about my middle name. Now I'm not really sure about the legalities of this one seeing as she had to spell my name backwards in order to tag me, but since my nameis so short I might as well do it anyway.

Indubitably, my all time favourite English word. My fascination with this word goes back to my childhood days. And my love for the first person singular pronoun grew stronger over the years, largely because of what it refers to. Plus it's just so darned easy to spell. Anyone familiar with 'A Dingo's Got My Barbie' will be no stranger to this word as it's used quite often (in fact almost every paragraph starts out with it), some might say it's used to the point of overkill, yet ironically it's not used in this paragraph at all.

Along with the letter 'm', this is letter forms my second favourite word. I like it almost as much as my first favourite word because it too can only refer to one thing...me! If it wasn't for the fact that it was a bit harder to spell than my first favourite word, it would be in equal first place.

Now where getting somewhere! Nestled somewhere between naranjo and narcolepsy is the word that best describes me...narcissistic. "What, No way!" you say. Yes sadly it's true, I've never been able to find anyone who loves me quite as much as I do.

So you see, my middle name isn't actually a name it's an acronym.

And finally, I've got good news and bad news. Last night I gave dogs each a bone from my lamb chops, the bad news is that unfortunately Belle didn't stop to see what it was before she swallowed it whole, however the good news is, that she still manages to take a crap in the sunroom if I don't keep an eye on her at all times, so that should make poop watch a bit easier for me. At least this way I don't have to go out and try to find which one is hers!

And finally, finally....There are likely to be a lot of typos in this post because somehow when I published it the first time 20 minutes ago, TypefuckingPad lost the whole brilliant post except the last paragraph (and I deleted that one myself out of anger) so I've just had to re-type the whole thing and it's nowhere near as good as the first version, but at this point I don't give a shit, although I wish Belle would.

Careful what you wish for.

I've had that saying ("careful what you wish for") echoing in my head for a couple of days now. For the past three years I have been griping about how my cats don't love me. Tolerate me - yes, depend on me for food and shelter - yes, show me affection - a big no. That last one is an exaggeration, they really do show affection in their own emotionally stunted way. It's not that they have been mistreated, I've had them since they were born so I know for sure, it just that they are borderline ferals born to a genuine feral mother and they have an instinctive wariness of people (some might say that's a smart thing).

So after years of being a big grumblebum and lamenting the fact that I don't get no lovin', you'd think I'd be happy to finally get an affectionate cat. Well the truth is, I need my space. Ever since we got back here she has been attached to me. I don't mean attached in an emotional way, I mean attached in a physical way. She must be some kind of mutant, because I swear she has velcro instead of cat fur.

And being so light (and I'm talking really light, she's only a couple of kilos), you hardly notice that she has attached herself until you get up to get a drink, that's when you realise you're wearing a feline feather boa. It would be ok if she jumped ship when you got up, but she doesn't! You can go and make a cup of coffee and she's still connected when you get back to the sofa. And blogging has become even more difficult for the hunt and peck typist that I am when I can't see the keys because of a cat wrapped around my neck, at least with Chewie all I had to do was push him off the keyboard (btw, my lack of typing skills is also why I leave short comments).

Oh, and I thought she was such a sedate little thing, ha! That was only until she felt comfortable, it now turns out that she never learned to walk, she skipped straight to mad dash (even if she's only going a few feet). The other guys are adjusting to life with her in the house, and there have been no major hassles so far.

One last thing, see that window ledge she's sitting on? That's in the bathroom and is about level with my chin and she gets there from a standing jump, no run up , no jumping on the sink first. She's a lot of fun.

Now that's funny

I've talked before about a standup comedian who has a blog over where Mama Drama lives. I won't say what it's called, if you want to read it you'll have to find it. When I mentioned him before it was in the context of him not being very funny and not having any comments, now I know this is a churlish thing to do, but it just seemed funny to me.

I have never seen this guy perform live, I've only read his blog a couple of times and from what I've seen he's about as funny as a toothache. So why am I bringing this up again? Well as it happens, I just went and had another look, you know, to see if he found some humor somewhere. Sadly he hasn't. What did make me laugh though was that he finally got a comment, it simply said "You suck".

Now that's funny!

Here's my setup

Theres seems to be an unofficial "Post your Hot Chocolate Equipment" post off going on, and I'm going to jump right in. If you don't like to drink your Hot Chocolate out of Fine Bone China (do you think they really use bones?) or a Mug with Moose Turds, you might like my old fashioned large capacity type mug...

To get the milk hot I use the steamer on my espresso machine, it's not only much quicker but it gives a nice froth, just like the picture on the can.

**Immediate update>>>

When I went to get the link to Mark's post, I noticed he had a puppy picture (must go back and read it when I've done this). Coincidentally, when I turned around just now, this is what I saw...

I like to call this one "Soixante Neuf des Chiens".

**Update #2>>>>

The Hot Chocolate post-off was Mark's idea.