Friday fodder

There are some things to ruminate over the weekend:

PEN: E.L.K

PAPER: The making of Fantastic Mr Fox - this book gives me heart palpitations just thinking about how fantastic it looks. Gimme gimme gimme!

PLAY:

We had a boardgames night last night - it was just a few intense rounds of Articulate and Scattergories - which probably isn't nearly as hardcore as 'Tiddly Winks'. I'm not sure what the rules of the game are or the purpose, but the boy on the box looks like he's going in for the kill.

[Tiddly winks]

I'm going to two BBQ's this weekend, one for mate who is coming home from the UK for a quick visit so we're amping up the Aussie factor to make them feel at home and the other is to celebrate a mate not being eaten alive by sharks during their debut open water swim. Huzzah!

It's also picnic time for Tropfest 2011

Heart beats, city streets

My heart gallops in anticipation of revisiting my old London haunts.

Images via: From Me To You

Micallef for the win

You make me laugh Mr Micallef. Big aching belly laughs. I hope that Roo needs to keep seeking your gynecological services on Laid.

Art me up

I was having a quiet moment of contemplation at work today - okay I admit I was daydreaming, but it was work related.

Well sort of.

I was daydreaming about what I would rather be doing for a pretty penny. Usually radio host (on triple j) or librarian tops the list, but today I want to be photographer for the google art project.

google

The Interior of the Palm House

coffee grinder, cup and glass on table

pipe and fruit dish with grapes

In fact I think I would do it for free. Heads up google – cheap labor right here.

Aqua

So "the party" has hit the water. My local pool has been advertising aqua zumba for a while. I'm not sure what is more alarming:

- I will probably been pulled to rescue after five minutes as I'm not the most proficient swimmer and I look like I'm drowning when I attempt zumba on dry land or

- the fact that I've been eagerly anticipating the class since they put the poster up. Literally foaming at the mouth excited.

Perhaps I need to find more parties to go to.

Ghost Train

Sometimes band names fail to capture the style of music they produce - Summer Camp got it right.

They got it so very right.

I feel like I'm swimming in a lake of sunshine and happiness when I listen to their EP.

The Warriors

I rolled out of bed early Saturday morning and drove with my siblings to the Glenworth Valley. Instead of the typical serene sounds of a bubbling brook or a chorus of chirping birds, the valley was filled with thousands of people screaming WARRIOR!!

Finally the day of the warrior dash arrived!

The cross country run was broken up with obstacles like the deadweight drifter, rivers of mud and high ropes. I got to fulfil my dream of pretending to be rookie cop from Police Academy - by sliding across the bonnet of a car in the junkyard jump.

[kilts]

There were heaps of people dressed for the occasion, with a heavy contingency of kilt wearing warriors present. Unfortunately I didn't spot anyone dressed up like one of 'The Warriors' from the 1979 cult classic film. Perhaps next year I'm be a bit more organised!

[Dancing with fire]

[clean up]

I was feeling pretty hard core about leaping over a 'wall of fire'...until I watched 127 hours. Amazing film.