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Another couple of camera phone shots, this time of Amy modeling the Think Geek wear that was bought for Amy by zenny.
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| Posted by a very smitten MadDog
on Thursday July 1, 2004 at 7:45:54 PM - 1 comments |
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I've recently aquired a Nokia 7650 phone to use for a while, so I decided to use my new camera phone powers to take a pic of Amy to use as the phone's wallpaper. You can download it below, and if you have the means and the will, you too can have a smiley baby on your phone.
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| Posted by a very clucky MadDog
on Wednesday June 30, 2004 at 2:20:33 PM - 2 comments |
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 Which one's which?
Who gives a damn? |
Did anyone happen to catch the Ashley Olsen interview on Rove last night?
Did anyone happen to catch the number of times she said "you know"?
I did.
52 friggin' times.
No Ashley, I don't bloody know . Why
don't you tell me instead of, like, you know, hiccupping the same damn
thing over and over.
Update: Cheers to Sandie for pointing out that the Herald Sun's Ashley Olsen interview has obviously been
heavily edited to remove all of the "you know"s, because according to them, she
only said it twice. |
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| Posted by a very conjested MadDog
on Wednesday June 30, 2004 at 12:49:41 PM - 2 comments |
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I've been getting heaps of hits lately from people asking Google how much does Beyonce weigh. Well, guess what? Although I'm number five for this particular search query, I haven't got the slightest clue what she weighs, nor do I care.
Last year, the Destiny's Child member said in a magazine interview that she eats six slices of tomato and four slices of cucumber for lunch. If she wants to do that, then good on her, but I think that by saying that, she's setting a bad example for her younger fans. Young kids need proper nutrition for their growth and development. She went on to say "I go through agonies to keep my stomach as flat as possible". Our culture seems to have an obsession with wafer-thin waifs who appear either sick or drug-dependant. Beyonce has a classic hour-glass figure. She's "got back", as the great Sir Mix-a-lot put it. It would be a shame for such a diet to curb that "backness".
"I wrote that because, at the time, I'd gained some weight and the pressure that people put you under, the pressure to be thin, is unbelievable... You should be thinking about building up your character and having fun and the song was just telling everyone just forget what people are saying, you're bootylicious. That's all. It's a celebration of curves and a celebration of women's bodies."
Beyonce Knowles , on the song "Bootylicious."
Just a quick note to any papparazi out there. If you see Beyonce in your journeys, put down the camera and give her a ham sammich from me. |
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| Posted by a very bootylicious MadDog
on Tuesday June 22, 2004 at 3:42:18 PM - 2 comments |
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| Looking at yesterday's Herald Sun made me think about how well my identity would be concealed by the media if I wanted to remain anonymous. The photo to the right appeared on the front page in an article about Australian mercenaries in Iraq and is only one of a few photos that gave the impression that covering someone's eyes would totally conceal their identity. Whoever is responsible for these photos obviously never watched Superman and thought how crap it was that Clark Kent's closest friends never saw the resemblance between him and Superman. Honestly, if you knew the guy in this photo, theres no way you'd look at the newspaper and say "Oh that couldn't possibly be Ralph. Ralph doesn't have a black rectangle over his eyes".
To illustrate my point I've used my mad photoshop skills to cunningly conceal the identities in the eight photos below. Whoever could they be? |
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| Posted by a very discombobulated MadDog
on Tuesday May 18, 2004 at 9:48:17 AM - 2 comments |
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Here some more photos of Amy, including some from the baptism, which went very well, incidently. I really don't have as many photos of Amy as I thought I would have, and there's really no excuse for that, having a digital camera and all. However I certainly have a lot of video footage, so hopefully that makes up for it. Enjoy the pics below, and don't forget, you can click them for an enlargement.
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| Posted by a very beaming MadDog
on Friday May 7, 2004 at 7:56:39 PM - 0 comments |
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I have no idea what this 404 error message says, but I bet it's pretty funny. |
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Well Amy is three months old tomorrow, and her baptism is this Sunday. We've got boatloads of rellies coming over for the ceremony and a BBQ lunch at our place afterwards; 50 people so far so it looks like its going to be a big day (not to mention the preparation and house-tidying in the days leading up to it). I'd like to invite you all to come, but you know how it is, what, with the collective internet masses being the size you are, and plus, my back yard isn't that big. I hate these sorts of things; not the parties, they're okay. It's just the spaz that Gracie gets herself into getting the place ready, cleaning, polishing, disinfecting, baking and otherwise organising the day. Call me lazy (why not, Gracie does) but that sort of thing annoys me. I see the need for it, but I can't identify things that need to be done. I ask if there's anything I can do and Gracie's like "What? Are you blind? Can't you see that those top cupboard handles are dusty? The cobwebs need sweeping, the dinner plates need rotating, and the pumpkins need polishing. ARRGH! Theres too much to do!"
As for the baptism itself, I know what it's all about but I had no idea it was such a big deal. Not being Catholic myself, I've always found myself facinated by the traditions of the Catholic church. There's all these ancient rituals, and bits where everyone says the same thing at the same time without any apparent prompting. It's kinda spooky and almost a little comfortable being the only one not reciting the passages along with the rest of the congregation. So I've got no idea of what's expected of me for this Sunday, but I hope its nothing too scary.
I've taken some great photos of Amy in her baptism dress, so I'll post them here later. |
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| Posted by a very fantastic MadDog
on Thursday April 22, 2004 at 2:34:14 PM - 1 comments |
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It's been a while, hasn't it. Not much to say but everything is going great. Amy is sleeping right through the night now, which is awesome for us. Every now and again, it might take a while to get her to settle, but she's usually always asleep by 12:30am, then we dont hear from her again until after 8:00am. She's usually fairly grzzly during the day though, and doesn't sleep as much as she should. The maternal health nurse has said it's most likely to be a touch of colic, which should pass after 3 months. In other news, we got some photos taken at the Shepparton Marketplace by some travelling baby photographers, so I've popped them here for you. The bottom two were taken by Gracie's cousin Grace. The best photos, however, are the ones where she's awake, so I'll pop a few of those online soon.
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| Posted by a very thirsty MadDog
on Friday March 26, 2004 at 4:33 PM - 0 comments |
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"A month and a half between posts?", I hear you cry. "What are we, freaking pidgeons that you think you can feed whenever you bloody well feel like?"
Well, yes frankly, and if you don't like it you can sod off . NO! WAIT! Come back! Heh heh heh... joking... Here, let me pour you a nice cup of Milo.
Well it has been a long time between posts, both here and on the BabyBlog . The delays, strangely enough, are not baby-related either for the most part. I've actually been fairly busy, both at work and some work for myself at home. But I'm not here to cry you a friggin' river so I'll just move on and tell you about what I was going to tell you about. It's a long story, but its a good one.
 Regular visitors, and people who know me, know how much I love stand-up comedy, in particular, the work of improv master, Ross Noble. You may recall I've been to see him twice before and had a cracker of a time (well, I never mentioned the second time on here, but needless to say it was fantastic). So when I learned that Ross Noble would be stopping in our fair region as part of his new "Unreal Time" tour, it was a real no-brainer. I had to go. And so it was, the night of the performace, Gracie, myself, Braden, Annie, and Ade went to Galways for dinner about 6:30pm. The show was to start at 8:00pm, so we notified our waitress that we needed to be somewhere by then.
It was taking forever for our meals to arrive, and we were being super-paranoid about being late, especially Gracie, as we know full well that Ross likes to make jokes of anyone who is late, so much so, that he makes them part of the show. After we smacked that bitch waitress around assertively requested our meals be brought out ASAP, we scoffed our food down as fast as we could, then left. We arrived at the theatre five minutes early, picked up our tickets and took a seat in the second row. Crisis over? Not quite.
20 minutes into the show, Gracie whispered to Ade that she wasnt feeling too good. She wolfed her food down so fast, it made her quite sick. Eventually she told Ade that she was going to spew , so she waited for Ross to focus his attention to the opposite side of the audience. She made a break for the door, but failed to escape Ross' eye.
" YOU! Where are you going? Come back. No really, where are you going?" he said, as Gracie's step quickened. She didn't answer his question, but just bolted out the side door. He turned his attention to Ade. "Where did she go?". Ade shrugged. "Is she coming back?". Ade replied, "I presume so". "OH! I PRESUME SO!" said Ross, speculating as to where she could have possibly gone to, suggesting all sorts of crazy stuff, like playing basketball out the back. He got a little sidetracked (as he does), but kept coming back to Ade, trying to find out where she's gone. He deduced that she had gone to the toilet, then continued on about launching chickens from his cock... err, I guess you had to be there. Anyway, he came back to Ade, and said "Wow, she's been pissing for a long time. She is coming back, isn't she?".
She really was gone for quite a long time. I was starting to get a little bit worried, but Gracie was waiting outside in the foyer, terrified of coming back in. There was a guy out there setting up a merchandise booth who assured her that she should go back in and that it would be okay.
Meanwhile, back inside, Ade quickly tried to handball him onto me by pointing at me and saying " He's her husband!", but Ross would have none of it, and kept talking to Ade. Again, Ross got sidetracked and was talking to someone else, but he was interrupted when the crowd started cheering. He looked over to the door, and there was Gracie, sneaking back in and quickly making her way to her seat. Everyone laughed, and Ross asked her where she had been. She didn't answer, but he didn't probe her too much. He got on with his act, but he did mentioned her (as "the pissing lady") a few more times throughout the rest of the show.
So there you go. The ironic story of Gracie, who unwillingly became part of the show, and didn't really know how. If you see her in the street, don't forget to say "Hey, I know you. You're the pissing lady!". She'll love it. |
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| Posted by a very burned-out MadDog
on Thursday March 18, 2004 at 11:49:08 PM - 1 comments |
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