More IPL madness

Go Mumbai! It was my support that did it...

Cricketing madness

After much debate and discussion, I have finally decided which team to support in the IPL - using the old kiwi standbys... the team with no (big name) Aussies, and the underdogs (who shouldn't be, by the way)... so go the Mumbai Indians!

Lest we forget

Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives...you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country. Therefore rest in peace. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us, where they lie, side by side here in this country of ours. You, the mothers who sent their sons from faraway countries wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they have become our sons as well.

Tribute to the memory of the ANZACs by Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, 1934

They shall grow not old,

As we that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them,

Nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun,

And in the morning,

We will remember them.

From 'The Fallen' by Laurence Binyon

Book review time!

Airman by Eoin Colfer

First off, I think it's odd that the blurb calls this his first historical novel. Yep, it's set in Victorian-times, but it's set in an imaginary island...So - contrary to the blurb statement - I think this is far more steam punk - fantasy/science fiction, set in a steam power world with fictional technologies.

That said - this is a cracking read - great for boys, especially.

Conor's birth is eventual - born, slightly prematurely, in a hotair balloon under attack from gunfire. Thus his love of flight.

His father is the right-hand man of King Nikos, ruler of said imaginary island. And Conor becomes close friends with the crown princess. Behind the scenes, however, lurks someone who wants it all for himself.

As a teenager Conor's life falls apart when his trusted tutor/mentor is framed for the assassination of the king, and killed. Conor himself is framed as co-conspirator (as he is led to believe) and shipped off to the prison islands, bullied and persecuted. He finds a friend and a new identity, totally loosing himself.

When the chance comes, Conor must decide whether to regain himself and his family - or just seek revenge.

Getting help

If you've ever wondered if I get help doing stuff - I do get help..


Help with typing stuff up...

Help with beading...

Spam! & winter

Wow! Look at the comments from my previous post - I got spammed!

Another clue to winter... the cat sleeps on my bed - sleep tight Molly

Ponderings in the chill morning

As it turns to autumn, I wonder...
Why am I obsessed with the thread count on my cotton sheets when I only use them for about 4 months a year? When are we going to get high quality flannette sheets?
How many layers to I have to have with me to be comfortable all day? At the bus stop at 6.20am, at work with the tempermental air con?
When is the steam going to start rising off Western Springs in the pre-dawn air? My favourite view of the Springs...

More ramblings...

Sorry for lack of posts - due entirely to lack of thoughts at the moment...
Anyway, while I was sitting at my computer one night, trying to come up with something to say here - I played some stupid little online game - can't remember what it was - and at some point it told "you have a life" and I thought - "if I had a life, I wouldn't be playing this stupid game..."
In my defence - I get up at some ungodly hour for work - and there's only so much tv you can watch - especially when your flatmates are watching something you can't stand...

I have a theory...

Have you noticed that almost everyone around you is tired at the moment? It's not just at work, either.
I think we've all been adjusted to daylight savings time - and it's extra this year, so our body clocks are adjusting to the change - and the darkness in the morning.
Just a thought...