Category: Diary

  • Warm Tones on a Summer Walk

    A short 15 minute or so walk from my house is a little park with some man-made waterways. It’s well established now and is called home and visited by various birds, mostly wild ducks (or ducks gone wild as the case may be) but there’s the odd water fowl, swan and pelican who stay for…

  • Doodly Doodles

    Doodled again this weekend. Twice actually, though I wont put the first one up as I think it sucks. This is a … Thing. Space compass? Astrology chart? Symbol of some alien deity? I was listening to an episode of Star Trek (TNG) as I was drawing. This video was the inspiration: I love Peter’s…

  • A Pop of Colour

    In a fit of abject boredom yesterday afternoon, I popped over to my sister’s place and we went out to the local plaza for a little retail therapy. Not really, I just needed to buy some cat food and a sun visor for my car, but anyway… We walked past a florist and she started…

  • Kitty needs a MONTAGE!

    The hours approaching, just give it your best You’ve got to reach your prime. That’s when you need to put yourself to the test, And show us a passage of time, We’re gonna need a montage…. (Montage!) Oh it takes a montage…. (Montage!) Ok, so my cat isn’t quite Rocky Balboa but she’s worthy of…

  • Losing and gaining perspective…

    It was a question I got from a friend a few weeks ago. “Have you stopped losing weight?” It wasn’t meant in a malicious way at all – it was simply curiosity brought on by observation. Correct observation. I’ve stopped losing weight. Of course, if I could count up how many times I’ve lost the…

  • Dear Fred Letters

    A while ago, I kept a blog that started to document the life of my nephew, whom I lovingly dubbed Fred while he was in the womb. Turned out his name was going to be Phoenix but I really liked Fred so I wrote about him as Fred. I happened to find one of the…

  • BEDIA: Day 15 – Around Town – Melbourne by Phone

    I’ve made no secret of the fact that I love my home city. Melbourne has always been great. It’s a place where you can be walking down one street that’s lined with the crappiest, cheapest, nastiest souvenier shops and then turn a corner and be walking past the likes of Chanel and Prada. It’s a…

  • BEDIA: Day 12 – A ghost story

    Someone had left the gate to the Covenanters Prison open. It was a chilly, late afternoon. Greyfriars Kirk stood quietly in Edinburgh’s Old Town under the shadow of the castle that reigned over the city. The sound of good cheer from the pubs and restaurants in the Grassmarket rolled over the top of the wall…

  • Pintester Movement v.2: The Hairpins of Ugly

    So when Sonja from The Pintester once again shouted out that she was having ANOTHER movement… (hurr hurr)… I signed up right off the bat. The first one I did – The Pigs In Mud Cake – was loads of fun and I thought I could do the same again with something different. But! New…

  • Music Box

    What do you see, You people gazing at me? You see a doll on a music box That’s wound by a key… Earlier today I was approached by a young German composer with a request to set my image to one of his own creations. I was delighted and of course let him use the…