Posts Tagged ‘Curmudgeon’


Head toxins

August 1, 2010

I was rabbiting on about something or other yesterday morning, who knows what, when it became clear that the Curmudgeon wasn’t really listening to me.

“I’m sorry Lady, it’s just that your hair is so big. I’m looking at this tiny round face amid a mass of hair.”

My usual gauge for when I need a haircut is when it starts looking like the follicular statement sported by Lyn from Neighbours:

but maybe this time I’ve ignored the warning signs. Perhaps it’s what’s been causing my sore neckĀ  – it’s not that I “suffer from inefficient draining of toxins from my head*” but that my hair is larger than my neck can support.

In happier news, yesterday I made the calculator cake I’ve been promising to make for the Curmudgeon for about three years:

calculator cake

I hope it inspires the same puerile snickering in y’all that it did for us. I always enjoyed the humour of 5,318,008 more than the other classic number, 71,077,345.

*hilarious quote in the ludicrous Sunday magazine’s alternative therapy column last week. I believe it comes from one who proclaims expertise in aromatherapy and kinesiology. It made me laugh so hard that I hurt my neck.


Genius marketing

July 25, 2010

Who doesn’t love an avatar creator? The Curmudgeon laughed and laughed when he saw this version of me because it’s utterly uncanny. He got me into Scott Pilgrim comics a few years ago. I think it was his smug revenge for the number of times I rolled my eyes at the rustling paper bags he brings home from the comic shop every Friday. He cleverly and casually brought hom Scott Pilgrim and said, “oh, you might like this one.” I did. And finally I know his pain when you’re waiting, waiting, waiting for the next installments to come out… Needless to say, we’re stoked about the upcoming movie.


Does this cancel out?

May 2, 2010

The largest miniature world in the world sounds like a pretty low-rent tourist attraction to me.

This was at the end of the foolish running-about the Curmudgeon did this morning. He raced against Puffing Billy who is, according to his link there, Australia’s favourite team train. Puffing Billy won. Insert bad puns here: you can choose from one about the train being chuffed, about it blowing smoke up its own arse, about it having high self-esteam…. when offered these puns to choose from, the Curmudgeon replied, “I don’t know, but you’re on the right track.”