Malcolm Turnbull’s tenacious UteGate attacks were a serious miscalculation. It seems that it’s not a case of the public “not caring” about the issue – but rather caring that they had to continue putting up with an issue that nobody but Turnbull cared about.
He’s now a less popular leader than Costello (who has announced his retirement) and Joe Hockey. As usual, Peter Hartcher’s SMH analysis is worth a read.
Sometimes people manage to find a superb silver lining to situations I can’t imagine dealing with. Like turning a lost arm into this…
From here – but there are some more disturbing images there… so be warned.
Robyn’s on the farm until Wednesday with her folks. I’m home alone. I have set booby traps accordingly. Those wet bandits aren’t going to catch me unawares.
I am “celebrating” by staying up late, drinking beer, eating fast food for my meals and hopefully playing some computer games tomorrow… and I’m blogging, obviously.
You know what’s not funny – and hasn’t been for weeks – every time someone mentions the fact that they have cold or flu like symptoms somebody in the audience will invariably make reference to Swine Flu.
It’s not funny because Swine Flu is a serious topic – it’s not funny because when everybody comes up with the same lame joke the joke is dead.
There are funny Swine Flu jokes around – look them up. Suggesting that a cough is indicative of Swine Flu is at best derivative – you’re also at least a month behind the curve of public opinion if you think it’s still interestingly or topically humourous.
Please stop.
Battery operated shirts are awesome – except when you put them in the wash.
Especially shirts with built in percussion. These bongos work.
I hate emoticons. You should know that by now. If you don’t there’s a little search box on the top right of the page – search for “emoticon” – actually, if I write this right the relevant posts will probably appear in the “related posts” thing… anyway, I hate them. So there’s no way I’d buy this shower curtain that catalogues every emoticon known to man…
I preached tonight. On 1 Corinthians 1:18-2:5. It was neither my best or worst effort but wasn’t as coherent as I wanted it to be. It felt a bit rambly about 15 minutes in.
I really like the passage – but I kind of feel like I came at it with an agenda (critiquing atheism and encouraging evangelism (we’re doing a big evangelistic push at church this term)) and Paul is really addressing the immaturity of the Corinthian church. I especially like verse 18…
“For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.”
I think, upon reflection, that I will go back to writing an outline before I write the text, and I suspect writing the whole thing in one session would be beneficial. There were a few times when I repeated thoughts unintentionally – and I didn’t really do a thorough proofread. Taking a whirlwind trip to Brisbane over the last two days probably didn’t help.
Oh well, enough self indulgent reflection.
This loo is made completely of poo. Talk about recycling.
In the spirit of Transformers comes this awesome shirt.
The dead celebrity news cycle is so predictable it has been provided in cartoon form.
Ahh, macabre crochet, you brighten up my day like nothing else. Every self respecting doll hospital needs a supply of eyes for transplants. Here’s a handy guide to producing said supply of eyes. Here’s where I found them.
These are most fascinating. They would go nicely with the inverted beer glass I posted ages ago but can’t be bothered looking up to link. You can buy them here.
This is a most impressive piece of photography. Found here.
I missed this post of Simone’s the other day – but it’s great. I commend it to you. Both as a tip for communicating ideas – and for not being an airy fairy song leader at church…