The Purple Dragon Blog

Oh, and I nearly forgot to mention: Lil Sis spotted Lisa from the Veronicas on a date with Dean Geyer at a restaurant in the Mall. Can you believe that??? One of the Veronicas??? And I wasn’t there!????

Bah.

Sorry it’s been so long; I was threatened with terrible fates is I went on the internet when Mum wants me, which is just about all the rare time I spend at home, and the rest of the time Dad was on here.

 Lil Sis went back to school today. She informed me that a friend of hers took her guineapig to the vet…. to find out it had menopause… which I didn’t know guineapigs got…. and I’ve had guineapigs since I was eleven…

You know the Beatles song ‘Yellow Submarine’? ‘We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine’? Three year old S. at work (whose parents listen to older music a fair bit, I gather) came in singing “We all live in a tub of margarine...” She actually thought those were the words…. Lil Sis insists on singing those lyrics now. Personally I fee that the joke is getting old after several weeks.

Have tracked several people from high school down on facebook. Interesting.

 Am thinking of doing a fictional serial on this blog as well as the usual - what do you think?

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*   “Let’s just say that if complete and utter chaos was lightning, he’d be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting ‘All gods are bastards’.”

– Rincewind discussing Twoflower (Terry Pratchett, The Colour of Magic)

Well, I did plan to put something up for Christmas… but it kind of got away from me. So we’ll see.

Christmas was fun, but I think the excitement and the lack of sleep got to me. I worked this out after I ran down the hallway cackling “I’m a Time Lord! I’m a Time Lord!” after showing Lil Sis my new fob watch  (read the ‘fob watch’ entry on wikito understand the reference), so that she followed me in order to tell me that, in actual fact, I am not a Time Lord, which I vehemently denied, which resulted in a brief struggle and me flashing my toy sonic screwdriver at her crying, “sonic the unbeliever!” until she got me in a lock and flashed it in my eyes and told me not to do that any more. See, that is what happens when we do not get enough sleep. And when your little sister is bigger than you are.

I bought an electric keyboard today. I have always wanted to learn to play an instrument, and since I have a job now, I thought, ‘why not?’ So it is bought and will arrive in the next few days.

Hopefully I will get my belated Christmas project up. Bye now.

You find all kinds of photos online…

Christmas is almost here! Yay! It’s the time of year when people take photos of animals in Santa outfits and post them online! Yes! My family are relieved. My usual singing habits (that is, singing things I can’t really sing) has changed to carols, things that I more or less can sing.

One of the indomitable fish is dead. I checked on the kindy fishes this morning to find one belly-up in the fishbowl. It has been listless ever since Terrible Three #1 ran around with it in her hat last week. Fish just don’t do well in hats. There’s not enough oxygen in there.

Yuo guys remember Angus (see blog categories for Angus entries) the cat that turned up and tried to adopt us? Well, he hasn’t been around for ages, but now a new cat has turned up: el Bandito. We don’t know where he’s come from or what. He’s black and white, with mask-like markings around his eyes, like a bandit. He’s very affectionate, mostly, but goes mrowl, mrowl all day and night, attacks our cat, scratched the hell out of Lil Sis when she tried to cart him away from our house. Menace. Bandito indeed.

If I don’t get time to post: merry Christmas!

For those who are wondering, yes, the Veronicas new album is as good as their first. In fact, I like it even better.  At  least, once I got over the horrific  way they strain their voices on some  of the tracks - they need to get voice training fast or their voices’ll be gone within the next three to five years.  One of them’s had throat nodules removed already.

I am in town today buying Christmas presents, as my house is full of strange men installing airconditioning. They were thumping around in the ceiling when I left, utterly terrifying my cat so she was cowering behind the laundry sink with two enormous scared eyes peering around the edge.

I have also taken the time to buy the box set of season 3 of Doctor Who, which, I found out a few minutes ago ,was $20 cheaper in J B Hi Fi. Bugger.

 I totally have to link to a post now - this one at Tetherd Cow. It’s wonderful for it’s simplicity and instant laughter-inducingness. It  is, of course, computer joke, but an accessible one.

And now I will vanish into the real world once more to continue shopping.

You may remember that aaaaages ago I went to a popculture convention. Well here are some of the photos!

Apparently this young lady is from the Legends of Zelda game. Lovely costume!

Here we have a Star Wars bounty hunter! Is it Jango or Boba Fett? I’m not sure.

And here is everyone’s favorite Time Lord!

And a Star Wars TIE fighter pilot!

…to go with the storm trooper….

…and the Rogue Squadron pilot.

Here we have some Princess Leias…

…one of whom talks to the bounty hunter a few minutes later.

It’s not letting me put photos in easily, so more pics next time! I give up for now.

*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*

The kindergarten class sits in a circle with a teacher at the head of it. She holds up photographs of various Australian animals for the children to identify; a wombat, a koala, a possum.

Next she holds up a kangaroo.

“Does anyone know what this is?”

Small Vietnamese boy informs her that the animal is made into hats. For emphasis he mimes putting on a small hat.

“No, W.,” the teacher says gravely, “we do not make hats out of kangaroos.”

Purple Dragon collapses into helpless laughter despite all efforts.

According to The Sun, Fifth Doctor Peter Davison is too big to fit into his old costume for a Doctor Who special. Their solution?

 FORMER Doctor Who Peter Davison had to wear Sylvester McCoy’s TV outfit to film a spoof show – as he’s too tubby to fit into his original costume.

Somehow I can’t help but think that the Sun is up to their old ‘make-stuff-up’ routine again.

Meanwhile life is busy, as usual. Always busy. I’ve created a deviantart account. It doesn’t have much yet, but I’m adding more. Eventually I’ll add proper art, as well as just sketches and things. Among other things, this will have a whole series of tongue-in-cheek Doctor Who comics I’ve been doing.

Family friend has broken her hip. All worried.

In the fit of Romana!love I experienced while watching City of Death (see previous post) I sketched her in biro. I took this photo with my cameraphone so it’s blurry and detail is lost, but still…