dork-a-licious

Carney and I are headed off on our Honeymoon Mark 2 on Friday. We're trading 40 degree Melbourne and sweltering for -20 Europe and f-f-freezing. While I'd been poo-pooing Carney's 'we need to get ugly gortex/poly-everything hiking shoes' I succumbed over the weekend on learning Denmark had hit negative (!!) 40 degrees cold. Better to be warm and unfashionable than cold (and probably still unfashionable). Plus - there will be wayyyy better leather shoes in Europe!

This is us at one of the million Mountain shops we went to on Sunday. Just to let you know we didn't end up getting matching beanies - we figures polarfleeces and long johns was plenty matching enough. Am trying to get Carney to refer to us as 'Team Kitty' but have had little success so far.

Kitty x

On my soapbox: an unAustralian lament

I'm horrified that Channel 9 are bringing back Hey Hey its Saturday and not even because of the blackface skit in last year's reunion show. Isn't this a dead horse? Flogged for years before it finally (thankfully) rolled over and died. It's appalling, I should write a letter. It makes me feel a bit sick, actually. Not just because of Daryl Summers, but because it completely belies the talent that exists in the country. It's a travesty.

I felt the same sense of disappointment each time John Howard got re-elected. Or when I read the Herald Sun. Or when someone says cork hats, stubbies and sinking tinnies is quintessentially 'Australian'. I just think we're so much brighter and more interesting and modern than this. I not sure anyone outside of America would call themselves a patriot, but there are amazing, great things to celebrate here; Hey Hey is just not one of them.

Kitty x

Food for thought

Brie or camembert, discuss.

For your Thursday night at the pub...

Here's a treat friends, useless trivia!

Until 1965, driving was done on the left-hand side on roads in Sweden. The conversion to right-hand was done on a weekday at 5pm. All traffic stopped as people switched sides. This time and day were chosen to prevent accidents where drivers would have gotten up in the morning and been too sleepy to realize that *this* was the day of the changeover.

Armoured knights raised their visors to identify themselves when they rode past their king. This custom has become the modern military salute.

The term, "It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" is from Ancient Rome. The only rule during wrestling matches was, "No eye gouging." Everything else was allowed, but the only way to be disqualified was to poke someone's eye out.

It was discovered on a space mission that a frog can throw up. The frog throws up its stomach first, so the stomach is dangling out of its mouth. Then the frog uses its forearms to dig out all of the stomach's contents and then swallows the stomach back down again.

I'm not sure the frog one is true, but speaking of armoured knights, I saw Henry the VIIIs armour at the Tower of London years ago. If you've ever seen it, you know where this is headed.... He had an enormous codpiece, apparantly it was the fashion of the time. A picture (I feel this could be mannequin smut, but it is historical fact):

Kitty x x

Up here for thinking.

Happy new year! An achieveable, belated resolution for moi: blog more, better. So, the next 9 days will be a blogging FRENZY *waves hands in the air in manner of people fleeing burning building*. No holds barred.

On the tenth day, Carney and I head overseas for honeymoon mark 2 (four weeks!!!). For that duration, I can promise nothing, except good eating. In fact, Carney's goal (?) is to put on seven kilos while away. When I suggested 'to eat great food' might be a better resolution, he was undettered. Hello french pastries and tapas! We are headed to Spain, Portugal, Norway and France.

Anyway, things I am thinking this morning:

Bikram yoga is actually not very zen... I spend most of my time disgusted at other people's sweat and feet (so many people with warts and flaking skin, I am glad I wear thongs in the shower). And I'm even a germ a phob, not nearly. I abide the 3 second rule and then some. I'm not doing it (Bikram, the 3 second rule stands) anymore, it is also way too hard. Also, I am married now so I can let myself go.

Carney's brother Mase had a great idea. It is probably not my place to share it with the world, but I will, so secret squirrel friends (and copyright Mase). Basically it yaffles the milkman business model but involves delivery of homebrew beer. This would work sensationally well in my hood for the following reasons: People like boutique beer and it's uber environmental - the beer production has less of an impact, it's locally produced (reduced transport impact) and the bottles are 100% recycled. It could even be delivered on bicycle. Sensational, eh? I am a non-beer drinking so am probably missing a major point, but I think it has many legs.

Finally, you always need a picture so here's a couple of cool photos by a photographer I like, Alex Prager. I thought she might want to sell me a print, but there was about a $12,000 gap between what she was willing to sell for and what I was willing to pay. Bummer, dude.

Kitty x x