There's something strange in the neighborhood

We only have two types of temperature here in Melbourne (1) Fuck it's hot, and (2) Fuck it's cold.. there is also Fuck it's raining, but that is technically not a temperature. All of these states can exist on the same day too, and whilst I'm sure Melbourne is a really exciting object of study for weather-nerds (umm, their more formal term escapes me at the moment -apologies if you are one!), for everyone else Melbourne weather is a pain in the rear! Anyway, this morning it was definitely a #2 on the Melbourne temperature gauge, because my thermostat indicated it was only 15 degrees IN MY LIVING ROOM!!!  Checked to make sure I was not actually outside (I'm over 30 now, senility could set in at any minute!!) put the heating on full blast, and then went and hid under the doona with Moriarty*

So yeh, whilst under the doona I started to read The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson. This is some seriously creepy stuff here. I also have a vague memory of watching the movie on TV when I was a little kid, and can only wonder what my parental unit was doing at the time. Not parenting that's for sure. I would only have been about ten, and was no doubt severely traumatised by the event. It's actually quite bizarre, because as I'm reading the story I'm getting flashes of (what I assume is) the movie in my head. It's running in black and white, which is actually a relief because that means it's the 1963 version and not the 1999 remake. I don't want Catherine Smugface-Jones making an appearance in my head anytime soon!

*Moriarty is the evil Siamese cat/rodent thing that lives in my house and drinks my tea, whilst plotting and scheming further ways to annoy me (as if sticking its stupid cat-head in my tea isn't annoying enough!).

A cold wind blows right through that open door..

Huzzah for Blogs! Now I can annoy the whole world with my endless litany of random song lyrics. Twice the fun when they're stuck in your head as well as mine. Meanwhile, speaking of beds -wouldn't you like to get amongst these??

Aren't they awesome?!!  Don't you wish you had them? They are curently winging their way here from the US, cause yeh - we just don't have sheets with skulls on in Australia. What's that about?? Some kind of subversive racism at work it is. Skulls have rights too! POWER TO THE UNDEAD!!!!! Anyhoo, I've found the most awesome store, which will now be my go-to for all my bedding needs. The cost of the linen is really reasonable, but the shipping costs - FARK!!!

In other news.. ohwait - there isn't any.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

This is exactly the kind of thing that keeps me up at night:
We're going to miss almost everything..

I'm an atheist, and can't believe in anything after this so called life (or before - why is everyone recounting their past lives either a Native American, some kind of 'man at arms', or a Salem witch???? If they were Mr Smith who passed an unassuming, uneventful life looking after his two cats and tending his garden, I might be slightly more inclined to believe, but noooooooo.. it's bows & arrows, clashing swords, and being burnt at the stake all round. Not a single everyday person to be found anywhere. Pfft!!) But I digress..   I worry about missing the things I don't want to miss. I worry about missing the things I don't know I don't want to miss.

So if there is something, I hope it's filled with books and art and cable TV.  Otherwise I'm gonna be cranky.

I put on my robe and wizard hat.. ohwait

Actually, I put on my hoodie and trackpants and go down to the gym. Exciting.

These shoes:

I wants them. WANT !! Yes they are a little high for me, and I am kinda clumsy. Have been known to trip over nothing, and fall down stairs even when not drunk.. but how cool are they omg!
I will even look cool from my hospital bed in traction wearing these.