God, up until seeing that photo I loved rice. And seafood. I won't be able to look at my kitty again without seeing him spread-eagle on my plate. And he's black and white, too. It just makes you realise that there really is some whacky shit in the world. Thank Christ.
(I never thought it'd write a comment that started with 'God' and ended with 'Christ'. Particularly in reference to a food post.)
I nearly bought a "Hello, Kitty" guitar a few years ago, but one of my kids pointed out that for a man who already owned 5, it would've been redundant.
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What I'm reading
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James Meek, Nobody Wants To Hear This, London Review of Books, v46 n22, 21
November 2024
Something like this is happening in the Kharkiv of 2024. Vladimi...
What immigration means for cheap food
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A reader, Lynn Ripley, sent me a link to this article from the New York
Times: What a Crackdown on Immigration Could Mean for Cheap Milk What Peter
does ...
OMFG
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I'm out of practice, but what the hell! Let's go posting! And I'm even
sober!
This afternoon I caught up with the lovely Mindy to go and see a lecture by...
Finished my book
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Well, I finished my book. I'm very proud of it. It'll be published on 19
September.
I made a website about it which has some nice pictures and bi...
I know you are but what am I
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*Doppelganger: A Trip into the Mirror World* – Naomi Klein
*Sydney Review of Books* (13 May 2024)
Richard Hofstadter coined the term ‘paranoid style’...
Deep Water publication day!
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Today marks the Australian publication of my new book, Deep Water: The
World in the Ocean. It’s a really special moment for me: I first began
thinking abou...
Lahti
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I am in Lahti, Finland, to give a talk at the Lahti Symphony's Sibelius
Festival. I've been wanting to visit since I encountered Osmo Vänskä's
revelatory B...
life is not a blog post
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I was in a café this morning when the waiter, a beardy bloke in his early
20’s called me “my love”. I wondered if that was a term of endearment he
reserve...
use it or lose it
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turns out if you don't blog for over a year the part of your brain that
stores your blog password (the same one you've had for the entire ten,
no, ELEVEN y...
Starting again
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It's the nature of blogs to go from feverish activity to inaction, and
Humanities Researcher is no exception. It's been a very busy year, but I am
currentl...
Not-cross-buns, 2016
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Continuing a fine tradition in our house of subverting pre-existing
festivals for our own purposes, I’ve made not-cross-buns, using the
excellent recipe on...
Celebrating new books
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Over the next week I'm looking forward to celebrating the birth of two new
books.
No. Not mine. When contemplating the release of my own book I'm generally...
A pretext for moving along
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I think I've come to terms that this blog is over. It was a fantastic way
to meet people and talk about my thoughts and processes, but I seem to be
channe...
Plus Ultra!
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I know Brian said that we’d posted our last, but I couldn’t let the very
kind words on the thread announcing our closure to go un-remarked. I also
thought ...
A condolence of sorts
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Melbourne. Full moon, winter solstice and a real chill in the air. I have
been walking the Fitzroy streets even more than usual in the days since
Betty Bur...
Larvatus Prodeo: A four-cannon salute
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Sad news as the good ship Larvatus Prodeo hoists anchor and departs the
waters immediately to our south.
Fort Solor duly issues four-gun salute. *Sargento ...
Letter to Charlie - 10 months
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Dear Charlie
Yesterday you turned 10 months old.
You are changing from a baby into a little boy before our eyes at the
moment and it is quite amazin...
sleeping with bears
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On Sunday morning, I caught up with the not-so-speedies (a ka: the
‘slowpokes’). For those not in the know, this is a consortium of peoples
who prefer to r...
Recalling the Public Phone
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Guest Post by Jayde Cahir
I have owned a mobile for 14 years. Even while backpacking overseas in the
late 90s I carried one with me. But I’m not a mobile ...
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It certainly does not look appetizing, not to me at least.
Erk!
Oh noes! Poor kitteh - do they have no concept of the wrath of Ceiling Cat? I can't imagine Basement Cat will be that chuffed either!
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/02/22/funny-pictures-cat-has-a-sense-of-humor/
I will convince myself it is a happy kitteh rolling in a seafood basket, and not
meant to be viewed as The Fud.
thank you for the kitteh joy.
God, up until seeing that photo I loved rice. And seafood. I won't be able to look at my kitty again without seeing him spread-eagle on my plate. And he's black and white, too. It just makes you realise that there really is some whacky shit in the world. Thank Christ.
(I never thought it'd write a comment that started with 'God' and ended with 'Christ'. Particularly in reference to a food post.)
eeww!
I'd eat it.
Heretic!
Yah, but at least I didn't use the pussy joke.
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Whoops.
If I were not a lady, I'd say that a pussy is no joke. But I agree that the posture is unfortunate.
Does everyone agree that the Li'l Pink Jellybean Toes of Doom are made of fritz*?
*Devon
"If I were not a lady, I'd say that a pussy is no joke."
If I were a gentleman I'd agree.
Mind you, the French do say that a poussin is no yolk.
Yes, it does ago against the grain a bit.
The comment bouncer has asked me to type "skylogra"
which I can see no way of connecting with this comment but which is a great word anyway.
It's going straight into my flarf file, perhaps for some posey about chatty pilots.
... somewhere in Bogan Blogland, a child is named Skylogra ... or as I have just seen - 'Quist'
Cat - What happened to belly button. Poor little mite looks nekked without one.
Do you know that, after reading the comments, I had to go back and have another look because I thought it was a RABBIT.
Time to trot off the optometrist.
"Hello, Kitty" sushi? Awesome!
I nearly bought a "Hello, Kitty" guitar a few years ago, but one of my kids pointed out that for a man who already owned 5, it would've been redundant.
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