Monday, February 27, 2012


Here now for your viewing pleasure: The Adventures of Kevin, the Jerkiest Pigeon in the World:

And also introducing Gerald, the World's Most Tolerant Cat.

Thursday, February 16, 2012


S'wonderful, s'marvellous, s'Ursula!

Just one month to go until AndressFest'12, my seventh annual celebration of all things Ursula. Or rather my seventh annual celebration of both things Ursula. Let's not be coy here.

If you're going to be in Perth, and you're going to be free on the evening of Friday March 16, and you'd like to attend and revel in the wonders of Ursuocity, email me at yevadwerdna (at) hotmail (dot) com for more details.

Join us and get in touch with your Ursulan side!

Friday, February 10, 2012


I recently snapped this little vignette from a friend's daughter's Barbie Dream House.

If you can't quite make out the picture, there's Barbie passed out on the floor, surrounded by skewed and overturned furniture, and a naked man lying unconscious on top of her with his face planted in her chaise longue.

Frankly I'm a little worried about what sort of television my friend's daughter has been watching.

Thursday, February 09, 2012


My New Years Resolution for 2012 is to replace some of my fat with fit. It's just a difference of a single vowel, but is it easy? No, of course it isn't. If it were, we'd all look like the people who model expensive underwear, instead of like the people who ogle the people who model expensive underwear.

So I've been doing lots of exercise and going to the gym and trying to eat more restrainedly. But the healthy eating part is being thwarted by this:

These things are not beetroot chips. They are little pointy bits of beetroot-flavoured crack. I don't know their secret, but they've captured a perfect blend of sweet and salt. And although the ingredient list isn't terribly specific, they taste as if they've been fried in olive oil, adding a fruity undertone to the flavour. Whatever they've done it works, because I've been inhaling them like a man possessed... assuming that one can be possessed by a demonic force with a fierce taste for beetroot.

Fortunately they only come in 45g bags, which offers at least some portion control. But I still have to deal with the fact that they're organic, which makes me appear to be eating them for annoying hippie earth-nurturing reasons, rather than the fact that they taste of crunchy ecstacy.

Thursday, February 02, 2012


Sorry I haven't posted much lately. To compensate, here is a demented girl with hammer singing a threatening song about Jews.

Or something like that. I don't speak Italian. Or Crazy.