the end was just the beginning
"You want a mansion in Beverly Hills You want a wedding with all the frills You want daddy to pay, you better tell him today Get to the Abu Dhabi." Split Enz, Abu Dhabi Husband has gone on a work trip to Dublin. Lucky bastard. Well, to be honest, I can't imagine anything worse than... Continue Reading →
After drying my tears from Paper Giants 2 on ABC-TV last night, I started reminiscing about my own Mag Wars. I was working at Cosmopolitan magazine (as deputy to my current boss, Mia Freedman - ah the more things change the more they stay the same) when Nick Chan approached me to be deputy editor of... Continue Reading →
Ah, the life of a blogger/website editor is never dull. When it's not my own angst, it's someone else's. And here's what went down this week. Sorry, no significant Facebook stoushes to speak of. Though I did spend quite a bit of time on Twitter ranting about my bunny eating my internet cable and the... Continue Reading →
I've had the misfortune to work with some total psychos during my 28 years as a journalist. Sometimes I've wondered whether it's actually me that's the problem because what are the odds of a person cramming so many of them into one career. So it was a relief to read a news report on a... Continue Reading →
It occurred to me around 5pm last night that I'd forgotten to check my messages all day. As it turned out, checking my messages was impossible because I'd left my phone at home. I called Husband and asked if he'd seen my phone lying around the house anywhere. And he was like: "How can you... Continue Reading →
Husband convinced me to take the kids to see Vivid on Sunday night. I was leaning heavily on the stay-home-and-watch-tellie side of the fence, but he wore me down. I'm so glad he did. Sydneysiders take note, Vivid is pretty awesome. (The Vivid lowdown: Sydney will once again be transformed into a spectacular canvas of light,... Continue Reading →
Many, many, many moons ago I made friends with a girl named Jodie. She was my first-ever flatmate. We used to go nightclubbing every weekend together and she held my hand all night long while I sobbed over losing my first love. Fast-forward more than 20 years to her farewell at a pub in Newtown... Continue Reading →
Things got pretty heated in my office a few weeks ago when we started discussing who'd seen porn. Quite a few of us had not. The ones who HAD couldn't believe there were ones who HAD NOT. I was one of the had nots. I regard porn and horror movies as film genres I do... Continue Reading →
HouseGoesHome was an eclectic mix this week >> I kicked off with a video of a cat cuddling a rat. >> I discussed my failed attempt at facilitating bunny sex. >> I was traumatised by bunny neutering. >> I revealed my shame over this classroom incident involving my nine-year-old. >> Speaking of shame, I reblogged... Continue Reading →
Blogger Karen Alpert over at Baby Sideburns made me choke on my peppermint tea yesterday with her latest blog post: "Vag-ewelry. Yup, it's exactly what it sounds like." She announced: "A few weeks ago someone on this page asked me if I might share the jewelry she sells on etsy and at first I was like no... Continue Reading →
