Monday, 29 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Screw found at Cape Schanck on a walk way. Photo by me.
22/12/20010 - A pointed out that it is in fact a bolt to go on a nut.
Camera: SONY

Saturday, 27 November 2010

Dove Chocolate

Dove has a range of chocolates, where every chocolate was wrapped in an individual piece of foil with a quote…

Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.

Don’t you look good naked. I’m talking about the chocolate.

Beauty is in the eye of the choc-holder.

Lead me not into temptation. I can find my own way there.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Cat and Mouse by me.

Monday, 22 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Lookout at Mount Buffalo, Victoria.

At the carpark. Photo by me.


Saturday, 20 November 2010

Some Plays Are Just Odd

Another old draft...

Some plays are just odd, and odd things tend to happen... We had a couple of interesting performances...

B tried to light a letter, which did not work, so he threw the letter and the lighter onto a pile of props on stage. After a while the paper lit and smoke started rising. B2 told one of the Frenchies who managed to find the paper and put it out.

Z seemed to arrived drugged, and W and I spent every minute that we could spare watching him making sure that he was okay. Especially when he was carrying the Circular Saw and standing on a platform, swaying to some wind that only he could feel.

A glass getting smashed on stage, where actors had to crawl all over and die. L told me about the glass and so I spent a huge portion of the play trying to sweep up all of the glass.

Instead of hors d'oeuvers I set up little cup-cakes with a candle in one for B's birthday. Seeing all the actors smiling, wanting to eat cake.

Pretending to eat eucalyptus leaves and maybe getting a bit carried away and then later in the evening feeling ever so sleeping and wondering if I was as stoned as a koala.

A door being pulled off it's hinges and having to hold the door shut for the rest of the performance, and when the curtain calls came on, holding it shut with one leg as I bowed and then exited.

Thursday, 18 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Door in a Potato Bar in Hawthorn. Photo in Black and White by me.

The sign reminded me of the Swallows and Amazons books that I used to read when I was little.


Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Suggestions for a lost voice

Whilst undertaking ‘The Real Inspector Hound’ I managed to carelessly lose my voice. It was amazing how many people came up with suggestions to help…


Ginger and lemongrass tea

Pineapple juice

Honey and milk

Honey and hot water

Honey, hot water and lemon juice

Diflam throat spray

Coke-a-cola

Green Tea

Panadeine (codeine)

Yoghurt

Aniseed

Lemon and Ginger

Monday, 15 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Statue in the grounds at the Cape Otway Lighthouse.

Photo by me.


Sunday, 14 November 2010

Old Quick Thoughts

These thoughts of mine have been in the draft folder for a long time...

I have had a pair of long green woollen traditional Scottish socks in my car for four days. I think I look ok in a kilt.

I am happy that I have used “had had” and “that that” before in the one post.

I am trying to workout whether to increase debt and fitness or decrease debt and fitness.

I won $12.50 in Tattslotto.

I think the smaller prizes in Tattslotto are larger when there are less participants to share a part in it. Plus it is a waste of money.

I am tired

Work has put up posters saying “Coughs and Sneezes Spread Diseases” I think that they think being well is just as important as war time secrets – Loose Lips Sink Ships. – And if that is the case why cant I have more sick leave?

When you plan some blogs and then put in random blogs, your planned ones don’t make as much sense as they should.

My work colleagues don’t spy on me – they don’t notice odd things in my car that have been in there over a week like baby seats and book shelves.

I’ve had Derek Bourgeois’s song ‘Serenade’ stuck in my head. It was written to be played at his wedding when his wife walked down the aisle. The music starts in 11/8 (3+3+2+3) and then goes into 13/8 (3+3+2+2+3 I think)

I have worked out how to schedule blog posts.

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Books on stage for the performance of 'The Real Inspector Hound'

I like how the spine of 'The Mousetrap' is reflected on the other book, over the dead body. Photo by me.

Wednesday, 10 November 2010

I'm sure that I'm not clumsy

Monday was a beautiful spring day, I had arrived at the theatre a couple of hours early, and I thought that I would take the opportunity to have a good rest. I strolled down to the local shops and brought some fruit and orange juice from the IGA and some bread from the bakery, strolled back to the theatre and sat on the grass, with a lovely tall gum tree throwing his shadow over me to protect me from the strong, warm, spring sun.

After reading for quite some time I thought it would be nice to stroll down to the main street for a coffee, so I unfolded my legs and sprang up. But something was not quite right. I looked down, and my feet were struggling to keep me balanced, they turned sidewards and I came crashing down to the ground and a huge ‘crack’ echoed down the street.

I poked both feet and could not feel a thing, they were fast a sleep, and as I started reflecting on the crack I thought that they were both broken.

A few minutes later, took up by slowing finishing off the last of the orange juice, it was clear that I had sprained/twisted/turned by right ankle which was nicely swelling up, but thankfully the left one was fine. The moral of this story is to check if your feet have fallen asleep before standing up.

Two days later filled with comments like ‘That’s a very Andrew way to get injured’ and ‘Some people hurt them selves playing professional sport, some people hurt themselves running a marathon, Andrew hurts himself by standing up’ I have come to the conclusion that some people think that I am clumsy. I’m not, am I? I wouldn’t get hurt more than anyone else…

Interesting Quotes

Here are some quotes that I like, that I have had lying around for a long time...


“Language is part of a person’s character.” – Francis Bacon


Good guy to evil secretary:
“How’s the secretary biz these days? Scheduled any first-rate appointments lately?”
In Mary Doria Russell’s “The Sparrow”


“Trisha knew who Banquo’s ghost was. She had studied English literature at A-level, and had actually done three months’ teacher training before deciding that she was going to spend her life dealing with juvenile delinquents she would rather do it with full powers of arrest.”
Page 352 Ben Elton’s ‘Dead Famous’


The safest way to double your money is to fold it over once and put it in your pocket. - Kin Hubbard

Monday, 8 November 2010

Photo of the Day

The Road into Bright.


Photo by me.



Friday, 5 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Drinking fountain in Beechworth.


Photo by me. Has this fountain transported anyone to other worlds?


Thursday, 4 November 2010

Photo of the Day

Sign on store on Plenty Road, Preston.
Photo by me.

Ode to a Piano Man

I've got a backlog of posts that have never been published. This is from March 2009.

Hello my name is Andrew and I have a problem. I used to like Weird Al and would listen to him whenever any of my flat mates would put on a CD. However I have not listened to his music for years when I found “Running With Scissors” hiding in my room last December, I became obsessed. I can now sing The Saga Begins, My Baby’s In Love With Eddie Vedder, Truck Drivin’ Song and Albuquerque almost perfectly.

Well I thought I would buy another of his CD’s and I now have two more favourite songs. One is Ode to a Superhero. It is sung to the tune of Billy Joel’s Piano Man

Piano Man:

Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, were all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feelin’ alright

Ode to a Superhero

Poor Peter Parker was pitiful
Couldn't have been any shier
Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him
Even if his hair was on fire

Sling us a web you're the Spiderman
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for a hero now
And there's evil-doers to fight

I love how Weird Al Yankovic tells the stories of movies to music. But what is more enjoyable is his songs that are full of clever insights and word play such as

A Complicated Song to the tune of Avril Lavigne’s Complicated.

Pizza all day
And every day
This cheese 'round the clock
Is gettin' me blocked
And I sure don't care
For irregularity

Tell me
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated,
in the bathroom
I sit and I wait and I strain and I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated?
No no no

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

Work can be funny

This has been today's email chain:

>>> Head Honcho >>>
could you sned out please, hh

>>> Andrew >>>
done. Sneded.

>>> Head Honcho >>>
thanks for sneding