once, in flight school, i was laconic

Hands up, who remembers Snorgle? She's all of fifteen months old now, and as of a week ago she has a baby brother. I've named him Sproglet. Sprog for short. He doesn't have a bib yet, but maybe he can share his sister's, because allegedly he snorgles more than she ever did. I feel it's […]

into the woods and outta the woods…

Lookit. The only plant which has to date survived my "I don't actually kill plants so much as forever draw out their waning lives on the narrow edge of death… a kind of torture born of inattentiveness and panicked applications of water by way of sudden rescue…" tactics. Although astute observers will notice the plant […]

and then there were two

Turns out lucky bamboo doesn't survive a kitteh's savage play, after all. It just takes a long time to die. First it turns yellow and then it starts to shrivel and eventually, it develops nasty black spots. It's also entirely possible this has less to do with the kitteh's play and more to do with […]

doomed, i tell you

Today the girl-cat brought home a gift: I'm not sure precisely what kind of snake it is, although it is teeny tiny, so I suspect it's a baby something. Which is kind of worrying, because that means there's a mother, presumably a rather larger mother, somewhere nearby. The colour makes me suspect it's a baby […]

bad writer. no biscuit.

In all the excitement over agents and snakes, it occurs to me I never did let you all out of your misery. That's right: the bed has arrived, frame and mattress and linen1. Lookit! Yes, there are actual, honest to god, flowers on the new linen. Any day now they're going to issue me with […]

he coulda died

Meet Max: couch-goitre: The other day we had builders around, to (finally) start in on repairing the damage from the June 8 not-a-cyclone. Max did not cope well with the strange men trafficking in bangs and clatters. He had to find a secure place to hide — hence, under the couch throw. This is how […]

is that a stick in your balustrading…?

Came home today to find the biggest stick insect in the world1 hanging out by the rabbit's cage. At first I told myself, no, it's a stick. Really, it's just a stick. A stick with six perfectly aligned legs, complete with teeny feet clinging to the balustrade. A stick with antennae. You know what's ridiculous? […]

let me 'splain. no, there is too much: let me sum up.

Yes, this is quite possibly the most boring photo ever taken. It does, however, have the signal honour of being the first photo I took with the new digital camera. Whee! Also, it's the prize from my Christmas cracker. The little pieces and board are in fact magnetic, and the board is small enough to […]

subtle salvation in poems and prose

Digital photography. I think it's beginning to grow on me. I've never been big on taking photos. (We're talking about someone who spent six months in Europe and didn't actually change the 24-exposure film in her camera, after all.) Partly it's the film mentality of composing shots carefully so as not to waste film; partly […]