Dateline: bus interchange. A Chinese speaking man pivoting from his phone call to telling an older Anglo man complaining “speak English” “to stop being a nosy f**king c**t” was just a thing of beauty.
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mastodon 4.7.2Scribbles away in a garret overlooking the Illawarra Railway. Edits ESIA reports. Spends much time on trains. Lives in interesting* times. Pines for the Round Pond. Looks on in horror as the world turns to custard. Listens to much #BBCRadio3. Walk with me.
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Can someone kindly check in on Cher?
After all the excitement* of this month, I thought I’d missed this flowering cherry set the first blooms of Spring, but this year it’s running late.
Why, oh why is technology so needy?
Today in random weirdness: answer to 23-down the SMH Quick was “Greer” as in “Germaine“ and later in the afternoon, news that Gloria Steinem has left the mortal realm.
Finally sitting on my own couch after an unplanned 12 days in the horsepital. Unfortunately, I’ve left a half a head of hair behind, but I have some spectacular bruised from the venepuncturists. #ChemoSucks
Saturday night in #ApartmentLyf, a gathering in a flat up the hallway, all you can hear are very loud voices, sounding off in disagreement, followed by strangled-cat-karaoki, & by rhythmic clapping. Someone (not me) has already banged at their door begging them to keep it down.
Embussed, on a crowded bus full of high school kids with ridiculously big backpacks. I was THAT cranky middle aged woman reminding them to put their bags on their laps so others can sit down. Why, oh, why can’t parents travel-train their children?
The evening air is smelling like Spring.
Dolly was too good for us. #RIP
That thing, where you have to tell the chronically un-self-aware that people are so damn unreasonable these days, and they’ve delayed you to the point of needing to wait a half-hour because they’ve made you miss the bus. #grrrrr
Tonight’s trip to #MidsomerMurders has been preempted by an encore screening of #NineToFive. #RIPDolly
I clicked a link and landed in French Language LinkedIn. It was awful.
New hair.
Some days you just want your mum.
Time not found?
Today in casual #racism in the hospital ward lounge: Soccer in Australia would be so much better without all those ethnics.
There’s no hope, is there?
Wisdom is ignoring Reply Guys. Especially when the’ve missed the nub of your argument.
Cookertoos, Chookers, and an eerily Hansoneque pelican take to the Parliament House lawns to protest bird-flu vaccines.
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DcCWcNezVBX
I read somewhere that the look for Tim Curry’s FrankNFurter was inspired by Queen Elizabeth. And I was a bit dubious until I saw Olivia Coleman’s QE2 iN the Crown and thought she was channeling FrankNFurter.
As a solo person in a seat-yourself cafe, where it’s first-in, best-dressed, it truly grinds my gears when pairs look at me hopefully, expecting me to budge from my comfy table to the bar.
Today in operation #VanishingGhost, my slim, skinny-on-my-chunky-calves, jeans have become baggy.
I’m not making poor taste jokes about Zeus and Leda.
There is much tender, juicy crow eaten in this write up in the Oz describing the pro Ben Robert’s-Smith march in Melbourne today as a “flop”. Everyone, it says, must have been home watching the footy.
Also related: An incontinent teapot has dribbled tea on my biscuit.
Derek the Dribbler. #TeaPot
O moonlit night, O sunny day!
There was s a special, miserable, and dreary place reserved for ego tripping bus drivers who happily leave folks soaking in the rain EVEN though they’ve stopped the bus to let someone off.
Gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, please stop peeing in the lifts at railway stations.
*grand dad. I blame 36 hours of fentanyl.
There are a pair of uni students waiting at the bus stop bitching about their lame GenX parents.
Tonight’s trip to #MidsomerMurders has been preempted by the French Open Tennis. My murder fix will be satisfied by a visit to Foyle’s War (not bookshop) with the excellent Michael Kitchen.
Related: Earl Grey Tea, hot.
Reading about Guzman y Gomez’s US expansion disaster reads like Starbucks‘ original Australian expansion.
Saturday night in the suburbs. Young men noisily torture V8 engines and newly repaired gearboxes on straight stretches of roadway. while across the hallway, Number 16’s taste for fish soup is onto its fifth straight evening.
Bless my GenX heart, 7Flix is rerunning the Breakfast Club. #DontYouForgetAboutMe
Replying to
@stilgherrian@eigenmagic.net Are we sure it wasn’t carrying pesky Russian investigative journalists?
Serving Starbucks coffee isn’t the flex they think it is. #CoffeeSnobGhost
I’m planning accommodation for an upcoming trip, and while I can spring for a G&T at Claridges, maybe two, sending me accommodation adverts, with no deep room discounting is just a waste of pixels and server time.
Related: #SoggyGhost
I have run my Wednesday errands, and I have returned to my tuffet, with a big spoon, curds, and whey (fresh, hot ricotta from the Paesanella). Bliss.
Tonight’s trip to #MidsomerMurders was preempted by the #tennis from Roland Garros.
Replying to
Sitrep: Vertigo, today, is not an Alfred Hitchcock film.
Sudoku-solving inner monologue. #Nine