So today we reach the final scheduled post for Splat On.
As it is when good things end, I find myself thinking over the good times.
There’s been quite a few life changes. Making the tree change or moving in with partners, or better still, friends from the blog. To have shared some of . . . → Read More: Finishing Off FOF
This past week, I was:
[ ] pronking like a ‘paca [ ] Happy as an Ever After [ ] Sicker than a Smocust Bucket [ ] Colder than a Plucked Pheasant [ ] Other: (please specify) __________________
I was so:
[ ] happy [ ] upset [ ] amused [ ] annoyed [ ] . . . → Read More: FOF – Please fill in the blanks
As I write this, evening is drawing to a close on ANZAC Day. Flipping through the TV channels, I flaw an old re-run of M.A.S.H.
It’s a poignant reminder of the realities of war. No, seriously. The series largely revolves around the practical jokes and hijinks of the doctors and nurses in the hospital. It’s . . . → Read More: FOF – Focus on the good times
I am indebted to our resident Pheasant for inspiring this post with his mention of the musical “Grease” yesterday.
Whilst researching this, and getting distracted on Google and Wikipedia as I typically do, I noticed the following timeline:
In 1963, “Bird” was the word. Soon after, Colonel Harlan Sanders sells the rights to “Kentucky Fried . . . → Read More: FOF – What’s the good word?
It’s time for the FoF.
Which means you can feel free to ignore what I write here. We’ve been doing FoFs for a long time. You know what to do. There’s no need for me to say any more, really.
Go ahead. FoF.
In case you missed it yesterday, the wheels of political machinations turned. And, to continue with the wheel analogy, we ended up back where we started.
According to some media reports, Gillard “stared down” Kevin Rudd. Or, from another point of view, Rudd said months ago that he wouldn’t stand again, and he didn’t.
Over . . . → Read More: FOF – Well, that was a bit of an anti-climax…
I was somewhat astounded by a Heckler article (SMH, March 8th) by a woman who bought her daughter a bikini. It started fraying, she took it back, they said it doesn’t normally happen and replaced it. Twice. The next time she made a comment about the pool and the penny dropped for the salesperson. . . . → Read More: Parading the FOF.
Last week, scientists succeeded in linking two rat brains together with electrodes to create a “super-brain”.
Inserting electrodes into the brain? Making rats smarter and better able to work together? That sounds fine – What could possibly go wrong with this?
What do you have planned for the weekend, Splatters? And have you thought it . . . → Read More: FOF – What could go wrong?
It’s Friday. The end of the working week.
Last night/early this morning, my boss and I finished up the latest SQ Mag (there’s reviews from both your favourite Pheasant and me that you may want to check out).
What have you finished off, put to bed, completed, ended or resolved this week?
As we discussed the other day, the upcoming election is beginning to feel like we’re stuck between choosing the lesser of to weasels, sorry, evils.
So, time for a change. We need a another alternative: The Australian SplatOn Party!
What are our policies? You tell me! Write below what our platform should be, how shall . . . → Read More: The SplatOn Party