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todayiamadaisyI upgraded my MacBook to OSX Lion last week, and was promptly dismayed to find that my USB modem no longer worked. Tragedy! I've spent the last week updating drivers and doing stuff I don't really understand and today, finally, happily, I've got it working. Only now I can't upload to flickr from it. Sigh.
Last night I finished reading this book, which was good. Good, right up until the end, which just didn't seem right. A few years prior to the start of the book, scientist A stole scientist B's research into horseshoe crabs. Scientist B was devastated, and became a recluse. Now, scientist B has done some more research into horseshoe crabs, which may potentially cure cancer, and scientist A is again plotting to steal it. Don't worry, though, it all works out in the end and scientist A's dastardly plan is thwarted. In fact, says the plucky girl detective, scientist B has finished his research project and has sent it off to the Nobel committee to get the prize that he so richly deserves. Oh, plucky girl detective, I don't think that's how scientific research works. Or the Nobel Prize, come to that. If that's all it takes, I could do some research and send it in.
Today I offered the Next Doors some of the celery growing in my garden, which is all ready to be eaten right now. Brian came round to get it, bringing with him my canine admirer, Chester. Wasn't he excited about that? So many new things to sniff, including, oh dear, Percy. I didn't realise he was asleep under a bush. Chester was so pleased to meet a new friend. He barked and danced about. Percy swiped. Chester thought this was a great game and charged in. Percy stalked out. I thought he'd jump over the fence to get away, but he didn't panic. He didn't even hiss. He walked coolly round the back of the bush and smacked Chester from behind. Chester decided perhaps he didn't want to play with this grumpy creature after all and came to talk to me instead. Percy went back to sleep.
I was disappointed with this year's season of MasterChef Australia. Someone (Angela) told me I should watch Junior MasterChef instead and I scoffed. Scoffed, f-list! Well, I scoffed too soon, it turns out. I watched the first episode tonight and now I am hooked. Where else can one see a ten-year-old announce that today she will be making duck raviolo in broth? Or a boy of a similar age tell the judges that his dish is titled 'An Adventure for the Palate'? In both those cases, the kids were poorly served by whoever does the on-screen captions, because the girl's single raviolo was captioned as ravioli and the adventure for the palate was listed as duck with wild rice salad.
I think my favourite moment came when one of Australia's most lauded chefs, a man who would have apprentices jumping at his every word, told one of the kids that his duck needed a little bit more time to be properly cooked, and the boy said, 'Yeah, I'll think about it,' in a tone that suggested he wouldn't be doing any such thing.
I watched it with my mother and quite early on, when they were introducing the judges, the next judge to come out was clearly going to be Matt Moran. So when the announcer said, 'He did this, he did that, and he is...,' I said, '...a big lizard,' just as my mother said, 'Voldemort!' What do you think, f-list? Australian celebrity chef Matt Moran: does he look like Voldemort or a big lizard?
1. Aphid soup, 2. Just some of my many aphids, 3. 1977 and 2008, 4. Storm clouds over Joan Next Door's roof, 5. Draught excluder at the garage door, 6. I should probably tie it back when I'm trying to type, 7. Chester tries out the cat ramp, 8. I am unimpressed you let a dog in, 9. Broccoli
Last night I finished reading this book, which was good. Good, right up until the end, which just didn't seem right. A few years prior to the start of the book, scientist A stole scientist B's research into horseshoe crabs. Scientist B was devastated, and became a recluse. Now, scientist B has done some more research into horseshoe crabs, which may potentially cure cancer, and scientist A is again plotting to steal it. Don't worry, though, it all works out in the end and scientist A's dastardly plan is thwarted. In fact, says the plucky girl detective, scientist B has finished his research project and has sent it off to the Nobel committee to get the prize that he so richly deserves. Oh, plucky girl detective, I don't think that's how scientific research works. Or the Nobel Prize, come to that. If that's all it takes, I could do some research and send it in.
Today I offered the Next Doors some of the celery growing in my garden, which is all ready to be eaten right now. Brian came round to get it, bringing with him my canine admirer, Chester. Wasn't he excited about that? So many new things to sniff, including, oh dear, Percy. I didn't realise he was asleep under a bush. Chester was so pleased to meet a new friend. He barked and danced about. Percy swiped. Chester thought this was a great game and charged in. Percy stalked out. I thought he'd jump over the fence to get away, but he didn't panic. He didn't even hiss. He walked coolly round the back of the bush and smacked Chester from behind. Chester decided perhaps he didn't want to play with this grumpy creature after all and came to talk to me instead. Percy went back to sleep.
I was disappointed with this year's season of MasterChef Australia. Someone (Angela) told me I should watch Junior MasterChef instead and I scoffed. Scoffed, f-list! Well, I scoffed too soon, it turns out. I watched the first episode tonight and now I am hooked. Where else can one see a ten-year-old announce that today she will be making duck raviolo in broth? Or a boy of a similar age tell the judges that his dish is titled 'An Adventure for the Palate'? In both those cases, the kids were poorly served by whoever does the on-screen captions, because the girl's single raviolo was captioned as ravioli and the adventure for the palate was listed as duck with wild rice salad.
I think my favourite moment came when one of Australia's most lauded chefs, a man who would have apprentices jumping at his every word, told one of the kids that his duck needed a little bit more time to be properly cooked, and the boy said, 'Yeah, I'll think about it,' in a tone that suggested he wouldn't be doing any such thing.
I watched it with my mother and quite early on, when they were introducing the judges, the next judge to come out was clearly going to be Matt Moran. So when the announcer said, 'He did this, he did that, and he is...,' I said, '...a big lizard,' just as my mother said, 'Voldemort!' What do you think, f-list? Australian celebrity chef Matt Moran: does he look like Voldemort or a big lizard?
1. Aphid soup, 2. Just some of my many aphids, 3. 1977 and 2008, 4. Storm clouds over Joan Next Door's roof, 5. Draught excluder at the garage door, 6. I should probably tie it back when I'm trying to type, 7. Chester tries out the cat ramp, 8. I am unimpressed you let a dog in, 9. Broccoli