Dear White Chocolate, I would like to thank you for a wonderful Easter 2009. It was pleasure to receive you. Despite many people saying to me ‘White chocolate is not real chocolate’ I am never more thrilled than when I put your pasty, pale self in my mouth. I know there are some disbelievers out …
Head too hurty to blog proper today. Instead, I give thee, ‘Shamomma’ reading the kids’ classic, The Monster at the End of This Book. Ten cheers for grandmas reading us stories on YouTube.
I have come across another interview with someone called Andrew McDonald who is not me. This time the namesake in question is Australian acoustic muso Andrew McDonald. That’s him below. The interview appeared in the November issue of a Singaporean gaming magazine called Playworks last year. Much like the last time this happened I have …
I have been at home making notes on my foolscap writing pad this evening. And I have spent much of the night lamenting the fact that foolscap is no longer the paper size of choice. Poor foolscap. And so I have written a short pop number about foolscap. Though I think it’s just the choruses. …
Who scheduled the long weekend during Blog Every Day April? Blerg. Anyway, today I’m offering up a piece of my personal diary from Good Friday 16 years ago. I was ten years old. Colsore!
When I tell people that I have a pile of books at home that I’m reading/about to read, I really mean a pile. Not a stack, or a tower. A pile. Spread out. Chaotic. Piled. See.
Mmm. Today is a good day because I get to share these sample chapters from The Greatest Blogger in the World (out in July) with you. Think of the chapters as cheese, the pdf as the toothpick and me as the old woman giving out samples next to the deli.
One week into BEDA and I’m finding blogging every day to be easier than I thought it would be. It certainly helps when I’m sent articles like this one about my namesake Andrew McDonald the Shoemaker from Sydney. That’s a photo of Andrew above, taken from the interview in today’s small business section of the …
When I was out riding my bike yesterday I came across this sight: Not that I believe the old myth that says a pair of shoes flung over powerlines indicates the residence of drug dealers but there sure are a lot of shoes up there. Should someone call the Feds?