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Book-picture dump from lately.


Oh so the cat empire is a group. When you mentioned it in your status the other day I thought it was a massive band of cats that loitered around the area or something. :D

OH MY GOODNESS NOW I WANT THIS SO BAD. And if there is a cat empire, then there has to be a cat emperor, surely? Gah, Nero would have nothing on cats. They’d be so cold and ruthless.

(PS. Yes, they’re an Aussie group with like a jazz, Latin, and rock fusion, and I have been bingeing on them a fair bit lately).


I saw your Ma the other day, she asked me how you were / I said one day you’ll be fine, but now you do your worst / She told me how she cried, that no one breaks your curse / I looked into her eyes my heart it nearly burst.


DANIELLE your face is the cutest face!

I’m embarrassed bc I think webcams are probably just a free low-qual photoshop makeover — literally everything is a blur — but bless you for saying so all the same because you are like an expert on cute faces seeing as yours is flipping off the charts. Like, actually beyond the realms of measurable cuteness.


Look chestry007, I got mail from Deutschland! With my favourite fictional* cops! Cost more euros to ship the thing than buy it but that’s okay.

*favourite real life cop is my brother-in-law J. (He is in less car wrecks than the aforementioned fictional cops, which is a plus.)



I’ll admit it: a certain sense of cynicism has crept into my soul lately. I didn’t notice it happening. I didn’t intentionally stamp out the flames of optimism. Suddenly I just realised: I’m not such a hopeful person anymore. I’m more skeptical. I’m more doubtful. I have less of a sense of anticipation about the future. I used to be Pollyanna, but these days I feel more like Daria. Without the funny bits.

Blogged (kind of raw and ready): The warrior virtue.

I’ll admit it: a certain sense of cynicism has crept into my soul lately. I didn’t notice it happening. I didn’t intentionally stamp out the flames of optimism. Suddenly I just realised: I’m not such a hopeful person anymore. I’m more skeptical. I’m more doubtful. I have less of a sense of anticipation about the future. I used to be Pollyanna, but these days I feel more like Daria. Without the funny bits.

Blogged (kind of raw and ready): The warrior virtue.


Oh hey, there’s a face from my childhood! I mean, there was no beard back then, but still.

Oh hey, there’s a face from my childhood! I mean, there was no beard back then, but still.


Following/follower list currently exactly the same number.

It’s the little things.


Lakeside Classics || part two


Lakeside Classics || part one

A Queensland winter Sunday makes for a perfect afternoon trackside. My father is racing here in a couple of months, too, so this gave him a chance to scope out the circuit and the pit setup.

Lots of Escorts, Toranas, and Datsuns made me happy. I do love my tacky classics.