Made it down the bellarine to check on the chillos. Asked the p’s over the w/e to water them as it’d been over a week… said they didn’t need to they’re fine. Got down and sure enough they certainly did need a drink. Dry as a chip.
Glad they all made it. Currently tucked in under the led disco light. A lot are getting their 2nd true leaves :)
Should start speeding up soon. This part is slowww.
I’ve been craving broccoli for days since having a delicious yet extremely simple stir-fry of it at my aunties. Just broccoli, oil, garlif and mushroom seasoning at the end (all of which I now have).
She has a magic touch with cooking - and a much hotter burner - but I watched her make it from start to finish so I really think I could replicate something similar… broccolibroccolibroccoli I’m gonna eat a whole head of it tonight 😋
Ooh, that sounds delicious
It didn’t come out as nicely as hers - hers was more evenly cooked - but still pretty decent. Very moreish. My jar of mushroom seasoning has been languishing in the back of the cupboard for years, it’s about time I started using it again
A few weeks ago an old codge ran into the side of the man’s car. Today we’ve fostered a 2024 Toyota Kluger so we took it to macca’s.
Looks like my work team is going to have some big changes coming up. All good news - just people having good life changes and bigger and better things. But did they all need to confide in me today? Separately and quietly?! Walking around not saying anything but feeling sad but happy but also stressed about workload and next things.
I legit did not even realise it was the first. Nor I even realise it was the GF on the weekend.
I have been under a rock.
Trams are too busy… Oh well…
What is that red? Looks like a good treat for when the trams are too busy. Yum
Oohhh yumm
I’m pretty sure cat
adoptedenslaved meI tell people I have a recycled dog.
I’ve got an op shop dog.
I used to say we had a 2nd hand cat
Ok so there’s a concert I want to go to and it’s nearly all GA. Unfortunately, I am only about 4’10. It is an extra $60 for a seat in a booth. I am on a uni student budget.
I guess I’ll be going for GA. Should be an experience.
As a fellow shortarse, this is why I’ve always appreciated venues with sloping floors (RIP Old Greek Theatre)
You would have to get to the front or hang all the way in back of the GA section to try and see over everyone.
Honestly someone your size could easily squeeze between people to get right in front.
This is the way. It’s what I have always done.
Good point!
Ticket secured :)
That was easy. Who are you seeing?
Hand curated. 🙄🙄🙄
Unless you’re a curate or it’s an art show or museum exhibition you aint curating shit.
AI curated
Egg order now complete. Apparently it is only Chrome that thinks I’m a robot.
So tonight I’m going to an event that I have never been to before; a poetry reading at a local pub by a modern author. They have an open mic as well, but I am not even close to confident enough to consider that.
But I do consider this my first step towards the culture and being a part of a community, after dabbling so long with prose and only reading poetry books since I was a small child. I think my first book, that I can remember, is one I still have: a book of Childrens Poetry (Lewis carrol, William Blake, etc) that contributed heavily to my love of the artform.
I have no idea why I feel so anxious and nervous, or why I want to back out. I guess avoidance and the fear I’ll make a fool of myself, despite not performing at all. Idk, I hope I can find a welcoming community within that space, but even if I don’t, I’ll still write. I don’t think I could stop writing, even if I wanted to.
we love your work and i’d attend and clap very loudly had i not have work
I’ve done open mics, storytelling, and I can agree that mostly the crowd is welcoming. You may get a few self-absorbed shits that are only there for the strokes, and these can usually be ignored. Which really pisses them off so is worth doing on those grounds alone. Consider using a nom de guerre - at least at first. It’s an effective way to manage the feeling of threat to one’s personal identity. A ‘poetry name’ is very traditional so I think you are in good company if you choose to use one.
I know people that have been active in the poetry and spoken word scene. I can get going to something for the first time can feel daunting, but you’ll be surprised how welcoming everyone is. You might find a place with a crowd you gel with and maybe you might even go up and read something.
One thing I noticed from doing standup is the bar is so, incredibly, low, and people are supportive of anyone giving things an earnest shot.
So many hugs.
May I suggest practising speaking out loud at home. Maybe even record yourself. Think before hand what rhythm you want and which words you will emphasise.
I never performed, just lurked. Maybe do that until your nervousness goes
Nice work! That’s a good way to ease into things. Have fun, don’t put any pressure on yourself.
It’s Melbcat’s birthday today! (Well one of the dates I have on her paperwork.)
17 years old 🎉🎂🥳🎈
Woo! 🐟🐠🐡
Happy Birthday! 🐟🍤🍣
Happy birthday, Melbcat!
Happy birthday wishes to your beautiful girl! 😻🐱🎈🎊🎁
😘😘😘🐟🐠🐁
Happy Birthday Melbcat!
Can I please add pre-owned and thrifting to the list of shit words.
It’s used or second hand and it’s shopping for cheap things, typically used.
The sound of theword thrifting upsets me deeply.
yes, it grates even more than gifting . ( it’s giving )
but one good use of all these shit words and bad grammar is it sorts out those who don’t read books
Pre-owned and pre-loved can both get in the bin. Second hand is definitely my preferred term, which I also use for pets. I really think “rescued” should only be used if you actually did more than walk in to a shelter and hand over cash.
“Thrifting” is mostly just an annoying Americanism that has no place in Australia. I will accept op-shopping as an alternative. Shopping for cheap things makes me think more Reject Shop than second-hand.
gonna go home and tell me kelpie he is second hand. I like adopted, just cause I get a lot of questions about the lack of a family resemblance. Seriously, I look nothing like a working dog.
I didn’t rescue my cat or my old dog; they were rescued by other people. I just adopted them.
I mean, I don’t mind the term “rescue cat” but I’d avoid it personally, as I had no hand in their rescue.
I don’t like the term “bought” when referring to a pet adoption, as I feel that it is too close to possession and property (and while that is the case when it comes to the law, from a personal view animals are sentient and “buying” them I feel reduces their autonomy - again just personal preference, I don’t care if other people say they bought their pet). My pets have all been integrals parts of my family units, and therefore I prefer “adoption”.
Adopted… kidnapped… shanghaied… joined the crew… enlisted… became a ward/charge… got distributed (ie. Cat Distribution System )… live in companion working for board 😂
Legally it’s ownership and pets are possessions. It’s a difficult thing to regulate, how do we recognise human and animal relationships and how do we make humans responsible for their care and well being.
Maybe guardianship is a better way to think of it.
I disagree with the word adoption, animals are not humans and it’s dangerous to equate animals with humans as they have different needs.
I agree on the metaphysical aspect, animals own their own lives.
I tend to refer to my pets as staff. And as a good employer I have a duty of care, including a safe workplace and conditions.
But then I refer to inanimate objects as staff too, so I’m probably just weird 🤣
Totes agree on the rescue pets. Both my guys were rescued by other people, Bill rescued from the streets and Ted from a neglectful cat farm, and then I bought them.
I like op-shopping. I think thrifting was coined because Americans are very class and money conscious. Here op shops are traditionally about supporting your community and there is no shame in that.
I was definitely bullied for my op-shop clothes at Brighton Beach Primary School. East Bentleigh tech was more relaxed.
I think there used to be shame in going to op shops, but it has become much more acceptable now. Definitely when I was a kid it was something used to tease other people about, as it was seen as a mark of poverty.
Mr Woof came from the streets, but I’m not sure if he’d see it as a rescue or as being kidnapped while he was out looking for ladies.
Next minute…
Out of curiosity, is it a rescue if you look after the pets while the owner is in hospital and then adopt them directly when the old owner enters palliative care? Then sort out a lot of vet care?
It doesn’t matter but I’ve always wondered how to answer in a short way how I got Melbcat.
Technically I still adopted her. Rescue to me always sounded like literally rescuing a pet from a storm drain or dog fights and rehabilitating them
I’d still probably go with re-homed for that. Rescue to me definitely implies doing a bit more.
I know someone who drove to a dodgy area to collect a dog which was being starved in a backyard because it’s owner was in prison, and I’d definitely say by doing that she rescued the dog. Other times the pet may have been rescued, like a chicken that was retrieved from a tree in Chinatown by the fire brigade. In which case it is reasonable to refer to them as a rescue chicken, but that doesn’t mean the person who then gives them a home should get credit for the rescue, they have still just re-housed a rescued animal.
Yeah, rescue implies some pretty exceptional circumstances
maybe it’s middle class people rescuing a pet from a working class area /family/existence s/
Today is International Coffee (all hands pick your brains) Day
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Delicious coffee please chef
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Thank you Chef’
Potato w Bolognese sauce on it and cheese and salad please
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Payroll just went off their shits at something that turned out I didn’t do anything wrong but they misunderstood something and it turned out another person missed another thing but that wasn’t me but is somehow still my fault and I just…wat.
reading her emails was like having a random chicken fly into my face out of nowhere and explode.
