Hey there. Back from a great weekend in Sydney @ the Sydney Film Festival, for the world cinema premiere of my short animation Airport. You can also see it in the left hand navigation bar. Staying with my friend L, meeting her friends H & JP, enjoying long chats with all three about art, computers and everything else over Thai food, coffee and tea. I think they have some connection to the staff at Aunty Holly – Fabulous Feline. Big thanks to L for the hospitality and the welcome.

So that was fun. Then flying back (damn your late flights, Qantas, kudos to your pleasant one, Virgin) and straight to training on the Sunshine Coast, which was nice for a change.

Now back in Mt Nebo with another half day of training complete, relaxing in front of a fire, having enjoyed great wine (Hamelin Bay) with great food (pork glazed with honey/ginger/lime) followed by great sweets. My terrific sister (that’s B) has sent some excellent German treats over; we dug straight into the stroopwafels. Yes, they’re traditionally Dutch, but these were good too. (Thin toffee-covered waffles. Mmmmmmmm.) Much more to go yet, so props to you, Boo. Let us know what we can send in return.

Tripping back, a couple of happy moments. In the airport, killing time, I found a book I’d expected to find sooner or later: Belle de Jour‘s first tell-all novel, as mostly seen on the blog above. Felt part of the club that knew about it before the spotlight fell. Flicked through and read stuff that rang bells about the golden covering of the crushed autumn leaves on the coated road by the Natural History Museum in London. Great.

Coming home last week, I passed glowing orange fairy lights at Jolly’s Lookout. The national parks/firefighters/etc. department been burning off all day and the smouldering embers remained, sparkly orange beacons in the night to distract the unwary driver. One lone tree sparked further up the hill, a vertical bonfire mostly hidden. A great excuse to turn the lights off on the dark drive home.

I’ve got to go. Nic’s just brought me a cup of tea and everything’s just a bit too great. Hope your life’s going well too.

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I’m sorry to admit that I just really enjoyed Big Brother. Not just any Big Brother, but Big Brother Uncut. We watched much of BB in Britain a couple of years ago, but I don’t know how anyone could give a fracking crap about it after watching this.

Most Big Brother shows turn into he-said-she-said nonsense, like a live reality soap opera, but this show takes the nudity, masturbation, sex talk etc. that you’ve never seen and shows them in a one hour show. The shower room in this BB is built for voyeurs, so they show compilations of naked people rubbing their breasts or shaking their dicks.

There’s a chat in the bedroom between a few of the girls, one of them saying how good an electric toothbrush is on her clit. There’s another scene where they’re masturbating in the spa with a hose and then their hands. Finally, a fabulous scene where a particularly thick, drunk girl is cavorting in a bath covered in rose petals, moving like a bendy dolphin with big boobs, while the guy she’s brought into the room eats pringles and pretends not to notice.

Obviously this is all part of the grand plan, to lock a bunch of horny singles in a house and get it on. That’s not unique nor a surprise. But in the UK, one stray breast is front page news in a slew of tabloids. This show, despite how steamy it all sounds, wasn’t presented as a tawdry ooh-aah nudge-nudge affair. It all seemed pretty healthy and normal for a bunch of horny singles locked in a house together. It seemed unrepressed, Australian, and funny. You don’t agree with everything they say, but you don’t need to.

Extremely hilarious, compulsive pervy fun.

Returning to normality: aren’t kittens great?

I’m sitting on the back deck at home, Sunday afternoon. Three Kookaburras just started singing in the tree directly above me, with another two in a nearby tree. That insane cackle that I can’t describe if you’ve never heard.

Then they moved. Five in a nearby tree, just one above me. The bell birds still tinkling in the distance and a cool breeze blowing. Fab.

Oh, if you’re trying to register interest in ADSL on Mt Nebo, Telstra have moved the page and (under some conditions) screwed up the redirection. Go to http://www.bigpond.com/internet-plans/broadband/availability/lodgeprospect/ instead. It’s worth doing, but bear in mind that political and other realities are important too: Closeburn exchange has just recently been enabled for ADSL, and they hadn’t reached the target just a few months ago. So register, then sacrifice a goat and cross your fingers.

In Battlestar Galactica, which ended a couple of weeks ago, they characters swore. Just like in Red Dwarf, they used a made-up word instead of everyone’s favourite F***. Why not just swear? People’s mothers could be reading. Frack it all and smeg you.

Oh, and then see Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events. It’s wonderful. Jim Carrey’s very good and the execution is great.