Happy Valentine’s Day!
Happy Valentine's Day, peeps! I hope you have a fantabulous day, however you choose to spend it :) In other news, I'm floating about this here interwebs. Check me out…
Ancient Roman hairstyle recreated
This is an amazing video, featuring an hairdressing archeologist. Seriously. Janet Stephens researched for seven years to bring you the video below, a recreation of the hairstyle of a Vestal…
It’s beginning to feel a lot like…
Hey peeps, I've been a busy bee today, meeting new babies, cleaning bathrooms, watching TV (such hard work) and making Mince Pies. Phew, am I right? Now, because I'm a…
The Next Best Thing Challenge: Rough Diamond
I was tagged by Author Jessica Subject to do The Next Best Thing Challenge. Oh, Jessica, so much fun! Thank you!! Here's the idea: Answer the 10 questions below Spread…
Bits and pieces around the web
On my travels around the interwebs, I come across some pretty nifty things. Here, for your viewing pleasure, some of these gems*: Writing article via Holly Black How I went…
Come with me now on a journey through time and space…*
*Apologies to The Mighty Boosh for mangling their opening.
Hey peeps! I just got back from a trip to Sovereign Hill and I’m all ready to dish on the particulars!
For those not in the know, Sovereign Hill is an open air museum in the goldrush town of Ballarat, about an hour north of Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. Frozen at 1856, Sovereign Hill celebrates the time in Australian history when the streets of Ballarat ran with gold, when the world’s two largest gold nuggets ever were discovered and when well known names such as David Jones were first coming to prominence.
Fun with twitter
I watched Centurion for “research” purposes earlier tonight and decided I should tweet about the experience as I went along. Spoilers abound but check it out after the jump, if you are so inclined.
Emerging from the dark….
…wow, that title sounds rather dramatic, doesn’t it? Rejoice dear readers! I have almost finished rewrites on Enslaved and hope to have a release date for you very son! Or…
Hello, dear reader
It’s been quite some time since my last post. In fact, Happy New Year! The radio silence has come about due to the joys of editing – my cap which…
And there’s the siren…Hmm
On the weekend, the AFL Grand Final was held.
All states of Australia barring New South Wales, Queensland and ACT stop for this phenomenan. It is the bestest time to go shopping, as most of Australia are glued to the television sets watching the game, a beer in one hand and a rapidly cooling bbq snag (read: sausage) in the other. Of course, I am hopelessly addicted to this game, as my father is a mad keen Port Adelaide FC supporter and I really do like being owned by the family, so there is no shopping for me.
Back to the story at hand, though. Even if our teams aren’t playing, and in fact manky Victorian teams are the contenders (Hi to all my Victorian readers! Love you lots!), we all stop and turn towards our televisions on one day in September to view our great game, the game that Australians invented for Austrlians.
Wow. That sounds pretty wanky.
Anyway, the Grand Final was held on Saturday, 25 September 2010. The contenders – manky Victorian teams St Kilda and Collingwood – lined up for the grand game. Everyone I was watching the game with were barracking for St Kilda, though none of us were actually supporters of this club (my beloved Port Adelaide boys had crashed and burned this year). The reason we were all going for St Kilda is because unless you are a Collingwood supporter, you hate them with a fiery passion that burns like a hundred thousands suns and shall never die. Heh. Mostly this is because people dislike the president of the Collingwood Football Club, Eddie Maguire. I don’t like them because they get preferrential treatement from the governing body of the AFL (best game times, the best access to the stadium, MCG, which gives them an unfair advantage come finals time, etc). In any event, it was most amusing to be in a roomful of non-St Kilda fans all barracking for St Kilda.