Category: Pets

Emi’s Post

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Emi’s been bored by the rest of the blog so far, so here’s a few bits and pieces specifically dedicated to her.

First Emi, lets address the fact that you are a pet. In Australia there are pets like you (cats) and pets like your friend Terry (hounds). But there are also pets like this:

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That’s called an axolotl, and in some countries it is eaten as a delicacy. Were they available in America Emi, I’d buy you one (as a pet!)

It’s winter now Em, so the view out the French door may not be as riveting as summer, but I’m sure you remember the birds you love to watch. I bet you’ve never seen one of these:

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It’s called a Willy Wagtail. It hops around like you do Emi, unpredictable and (seemingly) crazed. I can only imagine how your eyes would bulge were you to see a few of them in out backyard.

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Everyone knows that you’ll eat anything you can fit in your mouth Emi, but I wonder how you’d deal with Australia’s best candy. Yes, yes I know I went on and on about Cherry Ripes and Violet Crumbles. But I’ve had an epiphany this trip, and it’s become more than obvious that the greenly crystallized loveliness that is the Peppermint Crisp is the new pinnacle of sugary taste. I promise I shall bring one back for you and let you taste it πŸ™‚

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And lastly Emi, one of the things in the above shot is almost as big as Florence (you know her!), and costs over A$600. I know you’d love to sit next to it on your chair but were I ever crazy enough to purchase it I’d probably have to buy it a ticket on the plane as well!

So there you go Toad, a few shots just for you. Maybe you could leave a comment and let me know if this post was a bit more to your liking πŸ™‚

Solo Tastes Better Than Lift

My big walk was delayed by the threat of rain, which turned out to be a good thing since we ended up tweaking the plan a bit (which you will find out Thursday).

At any rate, today I went and hit three other used bookstores in search of the elusive gamebooks. Details at the end of this post.

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There’s my lunch. I’m starting to realize how weird it is I always eat at the most marketed fast food joints. Why don’t I stop in one of the uncountably numerous cafes and get a sandwich for instance? I can’t answer that…

I observed two things over lunch:
1) Popcorn chicken isn’t chicken
2) Solo tastes better than Lift

Each of those is groundbreaking – scary even. I’m going to ignore both though and move on with my life.

My walk through ‘lowland Newcastle’ led me through Hamilton, Broadmeadow, Islington, Tighes Hill, Mayfield, Maryville (a suburb I never knew existed by the way), Wickham and Newcastle before arriving back in Hamilton. I somehow managed to walk almost 18 km today, and it took me about five hours. So much for no big walks on a rainy day. (The rain never came either, as it turned out).

Amongst other things I walked along Throsby Creek to the mangrove catchment. Along the way I ran into this little guy:

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That is a legless lizard! It was about 15 cm in length and moved very, very quickly (like a snake). I think these guys are quite uncommon (based on a childhood of digging up creepies in the garden) so it was a surprise to see him slither across the path right in front of me. I took some video as well, in which he miraculously disappears πŸ™‚

Further up the path on Throsby Creek I saw this very large bird perched on a sunken shopping cart:

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I have no idea what is it. A species of cormorant perhaps? It was very large (compare the size to the cart) and had a mean looking beak. If you know it, please identify in the comments.

The mangrove catchment at the north end of Throsby Creek (one of the waterways that feeds Newcastle Harbour) wasn’t much to speak of. I saw no crabs or fish, but many, many very large orb weaver spiders (including some with webs across the raised walkways) and heard the din of zillions of cicadas.

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The day was quite hot (27 C apparently) and where there was no breeze the humidity was excessive. Last year I experienced a very dry summer, this year it is a humid one it seems. I hadn’t had a drink outside my lunch for the entire five hours of walking and when I finally got back to mum and dads I downed two cans of lift in a minute.

And for once I am not exaggerating.

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That’s a bonus shot of Lucky right there. He’s a very old man now and spends much of his time sleeping. He’s so gentle and sweet. He’d fit right into our house at home in Albany.

The nights entertainment was cards again, and I won in a most convincing manner:

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If you’re not familiar with the rules of Rummy, that hand on the left that I was dealt is more or less an “I win” hand (although I got a better one a bit later, with three jokers in it!). Dad was not amused πŸ™‚

Now onto the gamebooks!

So, today I obtained no less than four more gamebooks that I did not previously own. Here’s a photo of two of them:

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These are two books in a series called Crossroads based on popular works of fiction. Apparently a total of eleven of these books were printed, although I’d never heard of it. One of mine is a US imprint, the other UK. The books are designed (but not written) by Bill Fawcett, who worked on a few other gamebooks of US origin including the (quite good) Swordquest series.

But what I love about each of these is the rules section preceding the actual gamebook. Obviously intended for an audience unfamiliar with RPG’s, Bill goes into some detail about what each of the statistics mean and includes real-world examples of what the numerical values may mean. Here’s a photo for example:

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I was reading this over lunch and having a great chuckle. It’s so quaint and dated and geeky it warmed my heart. I mean who on Earth these days would list ‘Cyrano de Bergerac’ as an example of someone with Dexterity 17???

Further howlers include Lee Iacocca as having a Wisdom of 13, Leonardo da Vinci with Intelligence 18 (no Einstein?), and Magnum, PI as having a Charisma of 14.

Not to mention ‘Dr Who’, with his Charisma of 18 πŸ™‚

Not Much To Say

Today I saw my old friend MM for the first time in over half a generation. He’s married now, with a lovely wife and two lovely children. He only recently moved back to Newcastle from Canberra so the timing of my trip was fortuitous. Cheers MM, for a good catching up!

Foolishly, and for reasons not well understood to me (since I am in a ‘blog everything’ mindset) I didn’t take any photos of him. So all of you wondering what he looks like after all this time…? Well he hasn’t changed much at all πŸ™‚

Here’s a shot of Horseshoe Beach in Newcastle, aka. ‘the dog beach’:

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We took MM’s dog Harry Harrison (not pictured) there for a run and a splash. This is truly a place for dogs to enjoy the surf, but my dad tells me it used to be more a beach for horses. People would drive them right up to the beach in the horse-trailers and walk them into the surf for a cool paddle. I’m not sure if anyone ever does that anymore, but it is a nice thought that they may.

Here’s two shots of another friend I made today:

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I’m beginning to think my love of cicadas exceeds that of most people.

Tomorrow I was to go on a day trip to a very special location with Sue and her kids. Sadly, she has stood me up (and by that I mean delayed a couple of days) so my schedule is now open. Therefore I plan on undertaking the approximately 20 km walk from Hamilton South to Jewells via the newly extended Fernleigh track. This will require an early start, and quite a bit of willpower since I sunburned today. I’m also still sore from the monkeying around of Friday, so time will tell how successful I will be with tomorrow’s endeavour…