In Australia it is 12.30am, Tuesday, September 21, 2004, which means that, for exactly 30 minutes, I have been aged 35 . I should feel a sense of loss, I suppose. Perhaps even a touch of 'the life is half-empty' dramatics would be appropriate. Yet, try as I might, all I seem able to rouse is overwhelming relief that I got here . Two years ago, this was the birthday we weren't even sure that I'd live to see, so, I don't care how many candles my cake has, or how many lines my face has. I...

In my garden today, something bit me right on the ass . There I was, just minding my own business, when some vile bug launched its' nasty little teeth square into my left butt cheek. Stunned, I threw myself around the garden in a frenzy, slapping my own ass trying to kill the perpetrator, and trampling the garden bed I had just planted in the process. My husband, who has been rendered unflappable via many such a crisis involving nature and myself since we moved here, merely look...

It's 9.53am. 9.53am Wednesday morning, September 1st. It really is. In Australia, anyway. How can this be possible when it’s still Tuesday for most of you ?????. Too much for my little head. Seriously. 9.53am !!!. It’s raining outside. I am watching an old Hitchcock film and eating my ‘Weet-Bix’ in my pajamas !. Hah. Does anybody really know what time it is ????? PS: I fixed it, Trina ! hehe

The world is round. I know this because it is 4pm on Thursday afternoon. Yes, I know it's not really. But it is. For me, anyway. Me. Adrift in a cultural wasteland in which a small problem called 'distance' renders my 'real time' participation on JU near impossible. Many's the morning I have woken to find a fabulous party going on in my comments that I wasn't invited to !. I post. I sit. I wait. I fall asleep (sometimes even in that order). I wake to find that a stimulating and relev...

i had to go outside today. i know. awful !. i didn't want to, but i had to drop my car off to the mechanic. i forgot until a half hour before and had to haul ass in my pajama top and trackie bottoms. my car didn't want to go either. (iris the vw kombi has instincts like a faithful old dog. she just knows ). matters were complicated by the bone-dry fuel tank courtesy of the friend who dropped it back the night before. ah, well. it was only a right turn into oncoming traffic on the pac...

i recently grew a tomato plant for the first time. it was about 8 inches high when my mum last visited. it was absolutely flourishing in a combination of dark soil and duck poo. (i save my food scraps for a neighbours' duck and he, you know, obliges , with the fertiliser). upon spotting said tomato plant, my visiting mother asked me what type of plant it was. "it's a tomato plant" i told her. and she laughed !. and then she said "i wasn't born yesterday, you know". now, i'm fully aware ...

  Before anybody sees it and freaks out, I wanted to advise that I have just seen the spammer hit one of my old articles, and I'm emailing the link to T-Man right now, as well as posting in the 'Forum Bug Reports', so don't worry. I'm sure the spammer will soon be thwarted again ! Mig XXX  

  It's scary, but it's true. Sleep-blogging is on the rise. See for yourself ...     Reply By: Sally jacobs Next, people will be sleep blogging! I think I may actually already do that!   Reply By: mignuna   sal, i think i did that last night with the 'friday five'   Reply By: historyishere   Sleep-blogging... a much less exciting form of intimacy.....   Reply By: mignuna ...

  Hello, Mr. Blog Spammer, it's me, Miggy. Remember me ? ... I'm the owner of the blog that you spammed last night. Congratulations. Everybody that read my blog today went away with the shits thanks to your Viagra ads. Mr. Blog Spammer, I do not want any Viagra. Neither do I want a cheap holiday in Outer Mongolia. I also do not want any sex toys, exotic seeds, work-from-home jobs or "once-in-a-lifetime opportunities". All that I want, actually, is for you to most f...

  In the interests of freeing our creative spirits of their material bindings or something really heavy and funky and hopefully non-boring like that, I propose that we on JU have the first ever official "Blog In The Nude Day" (aka "BITND" for short). I further propose that we celebrate our 'bare blogging' on this day by using our nakedness as a metaphor for our spiritual lightness, and pour forth into our respective blogs the light and love this fills us all with !. Yeah !....

Who wants to be a millionaire ?. You do ?. Well, sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you with that, but I can offer you my pretend version to test how well you speak 'Australian' For $100.00 1/ If I tell you that I would like to ‘ snog ’ you, what am I actually saying I’d like to do ? a) Punch you Kiss you c) Hug you d) Ignore you For $200 2/ When I say I am ‘ chuffed ’, do I mean I am ... a) Tired Pleased c) Overfull d) Sick For $400 ...

I am no speed typist, but I do okay for myself with the glaring exception of my striking the "y" key in place of the "t" whenever I try to type too quickly or am overtired. For the sake of demonstrating just how challenging this can make deciphering the resultant 'writing', I will now switch to the problematic "y" instead of "t" mode for the remainder of this (thankfully short) blog. Iy sneaks up on me. I yhink I'm fine, yhen I syary yo gey yired and iy happens. My fingers syary a ...

i read recently some statistics from one of the ‘oldest’ blogsites on the internet. i am aware that it probably includes everyone who ever registered there, so i can’t vouch for it’s currency, as many of the bloggers 'registered' would be long gone by now, having jumped on the first blog site available then run out of steam shortly thereafter. it is, however, a very interesting snapshot of the age of your ‘average’ blogger (if there can be such a thing as an ‘average blogger’) when bl...

part of a recent article of mine briefly touched on how many points it is possible to accumulate via launching a deliberately 'toxic' or 'inflammatory' post, then sitting back to watch the score go up via a hundred outraged people promptly arriving to announce that the post is offensive/stupid/racist/sexist/blah blah. it was discussed that, instead of adding fuel to the fire in a 'toxic' post and rewarding it with points at the same time, we could simply bypass it and go instead to the 'n...

the world needs a suggestion box. i figure here is as good a place as any to start one up. so, unfold your torn half-sheet of scrap a4 paper and scrawl down a message to the world. the idea being to blame nobody in particular, just give the world a hint at what it might do to sort things out. i'll go first ... dear world, i think it would be wonderful if everybody living in you saw each other as part of the one giant family (i warned you. first stop, idealism central). ......