Saturday, 31 July 2010

Our dinosaur is a fraud.*

Book update. This last minute entry was read over the last three days between dullsville phone calls.

24. The Authoritative Calvin & Hobbes, A Calvin & Hobbes Treasury by Bill Watterson. Includes cartoons from Yukon Ho! and Weirdos From Another Planet!

* This quote comes from page 166, the penultimate panel of a strip in which Calvin & Hobbes unearth a "dinosaur skeleton", only for Calvin's mom to point out that they just dug up trash that somebody had littered.

I'll do a proper post soon. I promise.

Thursday, 29 July 2010

The Bizarrotron shows a 3.7 weirdness level!*

This has been another dry month for reading. I think it's because the weather has been uncharacteristically nice, which means more time spent outdoors gardening etc than relaxing with a good book. And the only reason I've read these is because the office where I work has been transformed into a call centre, enabling me to read in what would be exceedingly boring breaks between calls.

22. The Days Are Just Packed, by Bill Watterson

One of my favourite strips in this book inspired this post about my reaction to Car's coma.

* The title comes from the strip on page 138 in which Calvin as Spaceman Spiff discovers a hideous alien known as a "Gurl" (otherwise known as Suzie Derkins). I know I shouldn't reproduce the strips here without permission, but I have linked the book titles to for ease of purchase to make up for it.

23. The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes, a Calvin and Hobbes Treasury by Bill Watterson

This treasury includes cartoons from The Revenge of the Baby-Sat and Scientific Progress Goes "Boink".

For your procrastinating pleasure, I have discovered a Calvin & Hobbes Wiki. There aren't a huge amount of entries yet, but it'll certainly keep you occupied for a fair while. Enjoy!

Monday, 26 July 2010

Bad weather

Drat! I've lost my shadow.

Bad, naughty, wicked weather! I knew I shouldn't've got caught outside at midday when the sun's directly overhead and there're no clouds in the sky. My shadow must have taken advantage of it's temporary needlessness and buggered off somewhere.
Who knows what kind of nincompoopery it's getting up to?

* realisation suddenly dawns *

Oh, no! This means I'm becoming more corporeal. I'll have to be careful when caught up with the SuperNaturals or the MetaFour now that I can no longer blend into the shadows or step into mirrors to avoid injury or death.

I wonder when was the last time I had both shadow and reflection? Was it that time on the beach?:

I wonder if I can still walk through time...?

* gingerly steps over the time threshold and disappears *

Saturday, 24 July 2010

* C L U M P ! *


* rubs shin and peers around *

OK. So, that worked. I can still walk through time, but I wonder when I am?

* looks up at post header *

July 24th?! Gaaaahhh! The past! Must keep a low profile and not pollute the timeline.

* disappears up into the attic *

Saturday, 17 July 2010


MJ's comments are back! They really are! Look:

Bravo to Eros and all who sailed in him supported his pleas for the restoration of comments everywhere!

That's all.

Sunday, 11 July 2010

Cakes by appointment

More delights created without that intergalactic terror known as Apocalypse Oven:

From left to right: Sultana & cinnamon buns with orange icing, chocolate cupcakes, cream tea butterfly cakes, vanilla cupcakes and lemon drizzle buns. Not pictured: Marzipan & cerise cakes.

And just to prove that I made them, here's the 'before' 'during' pictures:

These were for a friend who hosted a Hen Day picnic. They're all et now.

Sunday, 4 July 2010

Of Driveways and Film Stars

After spending all the previous day turning this

into this,

imagine my horror when I opened the blinds this morning and saw this:

Yes. A bloody unicorn in our garden. The cheek of it!
Now, before you all get on your high horses (no pun intended), it's not the unicorn per se that I object to. No. It's Tom Cruise.

It's bad enough that I had to endure him in War Of The Worlds last night (SP really wanted to watch it), but now I'll have to discourage the micro-star from flattening my boarders and gallumphing all over the freshly raked shingle. You see, every time a unicorn shows up, the tiny clod thinks it's his duty to look after it as he thinks he's still in Legend.