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19th-Mar-2009 01:37 pm - RIP Natasha Richardson
beatrice
I'm really saddened by the sudden death of Natasha Richardson. Maybe because it happened after what seemed to be a fairly innocuous fall. Or maybe because I'd only just finished watching the Top Chef Christmas episode in which she was a guest judge, and I was reminded of just how lovely she was. It just seems so arbitrary.

So so sad for her family, especially her two young boys. And now I can't help but think of Liam Neeson as the man who lost his wife in Love Actually and think how close to the bone that must now be.
28th-Jan-2009 01:04 pm - Note to Sydneysiders...
beatrice
Angus & Coote Jewellers are closing down their Centrepoint store this Saturday. As of yesterday, they were selling at 60% off everything in the store.

I almost bought myself a diamond ring! But... didn't...
15th-Jan-2009 01:25 pm(no subject)
beatrice
OMG this heat! It was forecast to be 38C today, but actually, it's now 41C. 3 degrees is not that big a difference but once you hit that psychological barrier of 40C, everything seems so so much worse.
16th-Jul-2008 12:09 pm(no subject)
beatrice
After 11 months off, I'll be returning to work in less than a week. Yikes!
7th-Mar-2007 08:57 pm - Best dispatch email evar!
beatrice
Received the other day from CD Baby.

E -

Thanks for your order with CD Baby!

Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with
sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure
it was in the best possible condition before mailing.

Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over
the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money
can buy.

We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party
marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of
Portland waved "Bon Voyage!" to your package, on its way to you, in
our private CD Baby jet on this day, Monday, February 26th.

I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did.
Your picture is on our wall as "Customer of the Year." We're all
exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Sigh...
17th-Jan-2007 10:21 am(no subject)
beatrice
I'm doing a bit of a spring clean of my reading list (yes, I realise it's the middle of summer). Just finding I don't have much time on LJ these days and have lost touch with a few people. Take care, everyone.
16th-Jan-2007 12:01 pm - Happy Birthday
beatrice
Happy Birthday dear Imagepatchwolf!
28th-Dec-2006 01:30 pm - [Explain]
beatrice
I'm so in love with Sarah Blasko at the moment. Whenever I hear this song, it just transports me. I feel like I'm suspended inside my head.

25th-Dec-2006 12:09 am - Merry Christmas everyone!
beatrice
'Twas the night before Christmas; there wasn't a sound.
Not a possum was stirring; no-one was around.
We'd left on the table some tucker and beer.
Hoping that Santa Claus soon would be here;

We children were snuggled up safe in our beds,
While dreams of pavlova danced 'round in our heads;
And Mum in her nightie, and Dad in his shorts,
Had just settled down to watch TV sports.

When outside the house a mad ruckus arose;
Loud squeaking and banging woke us from our doze.
We ran to the screen door, peeked cautiously out,
Snuck onto the deck, then let out a shout.

Guess what had woken us up from our snooze,
But a rusty old ute pulled by eight mighty 'roos.
The cheerful man driving was giggling with glee.
And we both knew at once who this plump bloke must be.

Now, I'm telling the truth – it's all dinki-di,
Those eight kangaroos fairly soared through the sky.
Santa leaned out the window to pull at the reins,
And encouraged the 'roos, by calling their names.

'Now, Kylie! Now, Kirsty! Now, Shazza and Shane!
On, Kipper! On, Skipper! On, Bazza and Wayne!
Park up on that water tank, Grab a quick drink.
I'll scoot down the gum tree, Be back in a wink!'

So up to the tank those eight kangaroos flew,
with the ute full of toys, and Santa Claus too.
He slid down the gum tree and jumped to the ground.
Then in through the window he sprang with a bound.

He had bright sunburned cheeks and a milky white beard.
A jolly old joker was how he appeared.
He wore red stubby shorts and old thongs on his feet,
And a hat of deep crimson as shade from the heat.

His eyes – bright as opals – Oh! How they twinkled!
And, like a goanna, his skin was quite wrinkled!
His shirt was stretched over a round bulging belly
Which shook when he moved, like a plate full of jelly.

A fat sack of prezzies he flung from his back,
And he looked like a swaggie unfastening his pack.
He spoke not a work, but bent down on one knee,
To position our goodies beneath the Yule tree.

Surfboard and footy-ball shapes for us two.
And for Dad, tongs to use on the new barbeque.
A mysterious package he left for our mum,
Then he turned and he winked and he held up his thumb;

He strolled out on deck and his 'roos came on cue;
Flung his sack in the back and prepared to shoot through.
He bellowed out loud as they swooped past the gates-
'Merry Christmas to all, and goodonya, mates!'
19th-Dec-2006 01:09 am - When nature attacks!
beatrice
To all my friends affected by bushfires (locally) or freak storms (US) or any other extreme weather events (anywhere else), I hope that you and your families are okay.
23rd-Oct-2006 11:27 am - Monday morning...
beatrice
It's almost 11.30am and so far this morning I've: 
- sorted all my email and archived old mail (I try to keep my Inbox as a to-do list so items I've already dealt with are moved);
- had a half hour phone call with a teary girlfriend;
- spoke to my mum and listened to D in the background yelling at the top of his voice "Mummy!";
- cleared my desk so that I can find stuff;
- returned 5 out of 7 voicemail messages that were waiting for me when I got in;
- washed out my tea cup which I'd forgotten on my desk on Wednesday and which had started growing a little community complete with village green;
- made myself a fresh cup of tea.

I've yet to do any actual work. While I've been writing this my inbox has been steadily growing. I guess that's a hint to get on with it.
8th-Aug-2006 11:49 am(no subject)
beatrice
I spent the day in Melbourne yesterday. On the way home, at the airport, I bought one of those scratch lottery tickets. I'm pretty certain that I won $150,000. I'm certain because, before I even got a chance to scratch the numbers off, I've lost the ticket. Yes.
12th-Jul-2006 11:47 am(no subject)
beatrice
This is an amazing story:
http://www.smh.com.au/news/web/something-for-nothing/2006/07/11/1152383733880.html

Kyle MacDonald barters a paper clip for a 3 bedroom house.
7th-May-2006 05:27 pm - Such a blow to the music industry...
beatrice
R.I.P. Grant McLennan.
10th-Mar-2006 02:18 pm - Borrowed from another journal...
beatrice
A Mother's Reflections

Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I've taken enough from you good people. I'm tired of your foolish rhetoric about the "homosexual agenda" and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.

My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.

He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called "fag" incessantly, starting when he was 6.

In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be
doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn't bear to continue living any longer, that he didn't want to be gay and that he couldn't face a life without dignity.

You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don't know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn't put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it's about time you started doing that.

At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won't get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don't know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.

If you want to tout your own morality, you'd best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I'm puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that's not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?

A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I'll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for "true Vermonters."

You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn't give their lives so that the "homosexual agenda" could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart.

He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn't the measure of the man.

You religious folk just can't bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.

How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage. You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.

The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12 Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about "those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing" asks: "What ever happened to the idea of striving . . . to be better human beings than we are?"

Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that?"

_______


Here is a link to the original article:

http://www.vermontcivilunion.com/advice/0600.html
10th-Mar-2006 01:55 pm - Help?
beatrice
Can anyone please recommend some software to convert a recording from a digital video camera to DVD?
16th-Jan-2006 08:45 am(no subject)
assassin
Happy Birthday dearest Imagepatchwolf!
15th-Jan-2006 08:22 pm - Come one, come all.
beatrice
Imagebaby_sleep is open for business.
7th-Dec-2005 04:41 pm(no subject)
assassin
I have a giant update post being written in my head, but all I can say today is: It is soooo hot!!! It's currently 38.6C where we are. Bloody hell.
3rd-Nov-2005 03:01 pm - Back issues
beatrice
Anyone (Sydneysiders in particular) interested in back issues of Vogue Australia or Harper's Bazaar? Complete 2004 collections. They're about to go into the recycling bin but thought I'd check if anyone wanted them first.
17th-Jun-2005 11:19 am - Hip Hip Hooray!
beatrice
A very happy birthday wish to Imagewordsandeggs.
9th-Jun-2005 02:26 pm(no subject)
beatrice
Yesterday, the muzak playing in Woolies was the theme song from the Moonlighting TV show.

I laughed at the time, but now I have the mother of all earworms...
31st-May-2005 01:49 pm(no subject)
beatrice
We have a Frenchman and a Vietnamese man here at work who frequently speak to each other in French. I'm listening to them have a conversation in the kitchen right now, which is right next to my workstation.

It's so beautiful and melodious. I really want to take up French lessons again.
30th-May-2005 11:52 am - From this week’s Lawyers Weekly:
beatrice
Some mums know what’s best for them. Maria Brunner, a mother of three, has chosen to spend three months in jail rather than paying a parking fine in order to get a well-deserved rest from her children and husband. Brunner apparently happily waved goodbye to her neighbours when she was arrested in lieu of a “122 parking fine that had increased to $6055 because it had been left unpaid.

One of the arresting officers, from Poing in Germany, said Brunner seemed “really happy, if not relieved” to see the police and said she’d had enough of trying to eke out a living for her family from her wages as a cleaner, while her “lazy husband sits on his backside doing nothing”.

She said as long as she got food and a hot shower everyday, she wouldn’t mind going to jail and was actually looking forward to not having to cook and clean for everyone. Her holiday might be short lived, however. Apparently her husband has finally gotten off his backside and is madly trying to raise the money to pay off the fine.
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