The Purple Dragon Blog

*Dragon is minding her own business when small child wanders up*

Small child: I found a bug. Want to come see?

*Dragon sees her carrying container and surmises that she is going to go trap bug*

Dragon: No, but you can bring it to show me if you want.

*small child returns later with container. Dragon looks inside*

*blinks*

Dragon: It’s dead.

Small child: *declares* I love it.

Dragon: But it’s dead.

Small child: I shall keep it for ever and ever. *wanders away*

*Dragon blinks*

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I bought the Veronicas second album, Hook Me Up today. From what I’ve heard so far, it’s fairly good. It doesn’t have the distinctive sound of the first album that made me fall in love with it and made 4ever my yearr 12 class’s graduation anthem, but it has a sound all its own that is equally distinctive. Do I like it? Yes. Do I like it as much as the sound of the first album? I don’t know yet. Probably not. Love it all the same.

I think at the centre where I work we must have the most indestructible fish ever. Let me explain. In one of the rooms with the older children we have a small fishbowl with two goldfish in it. They don’t do much, nor do they elicit much interest, which is probably a good thing for them because things the kids are interested in tend to either get chewed, broken, or dropped in some wet substance such as paint, milk, etc. Nonetheless they find themselves subject to a range of, erm, interesting incidents probably outside the range of experience of most goldfish. The very first week I started working, the fishbowl was full of white stuff. Some child, it had transpired, had apparently disliked their yoghurt and wondered if the fish would like it better. A few weeks back one child climbed up and somehow got into the kitchen, stole the fish food, and emptied a month’s worth into the bowl. Piles of fish food sat on every surface inside the bowl and came drifting off the fish as they moved, floated near the surface of the water and collected at the bottom of the bowl. Disintegrating fish food clogged the water. Once the bowl had been cleaned out, fish were fine. A week or so ago I walked in one morning to find the fishbowl full of… bubbles. I walked over for a closer look and watched as the fish placidly opened and shut their mouths, sending amusing little bubbles up to the surface. Wish were a bit lethargic for a bit after that, but soon recovered. Superfish, I tell you. Thank God we don’t have hamsters. We’d have gone through five Mr Fluffys by now, at least.

Have I ever mentioned skippyslist.com, otherwise known as ‘The 213 Things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the U.S. Army’? No? Gosh, what a tremendous oversight. Well, it’s a blog by a guy in the army which not only has the list that gives the blog its name, but also hilarious blog entries like this one, and this one. Yes, the list inspired the ‘50 things I am no longer allowed t odo at Hogwarts’ list - but unlike that one, Skippy’s list is true. *scared mindboggle*

I don’t know how often I’m going to be update guys, coz it’s been hard as it is, and I’m going to be working even more days a week than before, and I’ll probably be working through the Christmas holidays. (ah boo.) I’ll try to update whenever I can though, coz I loves yous all! *Loki muse hits Dragon over back of the head because of her grammar*