Wigging out.

Remember my post about Phil Spector’s hairs? Go ahead, read it. It’s only a wee post but ah, how his court hairdos (or hair-don’ts) kept me amused.

Now there’s this, turns out he’s been wearing wigs, which I kind of suspected. But if I were going to wear a wig I would make sure it was awesome, not crazy.

See? Crazy!

(Weirdest thing about this photo is how much it reminds me of my Dad…)

EDIT** actually maybe Phil was onto something, I think the wig above added a certain gravitas to the occasion. I think he was hoping to cajole the jury into trusting him. He’s saying “Look at me! I’m harmless! A veritable ball of fun! Would a man that loves his wigs as much as I deny someone else a life?”

All I can say is… I’M ONTO YOU PHIL.

END EDIT **

I’m glad Phil is locked up, even if he did produce some of my favourite albums and songs. Just because you’re talented at music doesn’t mean you aren’t a danger to society.

Hey.. speaking of hair… I can’t stop laughing at this…

This Winter I ♥

• Peppermint tea, or Poopoomint tea as Schoon and I used to call it. It’s warm, contains no fat, makes your mouth feel minty and it helps if you feel bloated.
• Eggs – poached eggs on turkish or sourdough toast. Even better in Winter than in Summer
• Masterchef Australia – I don’t think you could get any better viewing than Masterchef in Winter. People to love, people to hate and yummy food to drool over.
• RPM (which I call Spin) – this is probably one that I love to hate. Here’s my explanation of it earlier in the day to my new blog friend PYT “basically these evil instructors make you get on these stationary bikes and pedal the your backside off to music that alternates between inspiring and obnoxious! I thought I was going to puke the first time… it was the first time i have ever sweated in my eye… not pleasant!” But you know what, I feel good once the horrible part (the whole session is over) I’ve started going to early morning session and as hard as it is to leave my warm bed with man and cat I am determined to stick to it.
• Homemade pizzas on a pizza stone. How is it possible that I have never heard of doing this at home?!! It’s brilliant, we even made our own dough and they were so much better than any of the crap our local Dominosserves up! Even if they do give you free cockroaches. I managed to snaffle a stone at some random kitchen store for $10 so make sure you invest in one this Winter. Favourite pizza so far is Roast Pumpkin, purple onion, cashews and ricotta with a dollop of yoghurt mixed with cucumber on top.
• My Uggies. Good Lord, how did I ever live before I had these? I bought Mick a pair for his birthday last year and had resorted to whining until he let me wear them. I’ve always suffered from cold feet, to the point where I had to run my feet under the hot shower before I got into bed or they would never warm up. With the move to Canberra I decided to bite the bullet and get a pair of my own that actually fit. I got the tall ones in black with the reinforced toe and heel and outdoor soles so I can wear them down the shops or the letterbox with my trakkies and be a total Canberra bogan. Yes, they were very expensive but worth every penny from Krudd

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  I want to warm your tootsies!!

• Fireworks! Canberra is the onlyplace in Australia where you can buy fireworks! But you can only buy them and use them on the Queens Birthday long weekend. Which is this weekend, hurrah! And they sell them in the sex shops. How odd is that? Brings a whole new meaning to the term “goes off like a firecracker”

**EDIT** Just wanted to let you know that I did not take that picture of the Uggies – I don’t love them THAT much.

Blame.

How horrific is the Air France tragedy? Sometimes I feel that at least if it were an act of terrorism the families could have someone to blame. But at the moment they can’t really blame anyone or anything. Is grief easier to cope with when you have a name and a classification for what happened?

I think the not knowing is the worst.
Not knowing where they are.
Not knowing if they were in pain.
No one to rage against, no one to hate.

At the start of the week Queensland police received over 300 callswith leads about Daniel Morcombe’s disappearance over 5 years ago from a bus stop on the Sunshine Coast. Many were prompted by the airing of a television show that named a person of interest and were received hours before the $1 million reward for information expired.

The Morcombe case is not news in Australia. That sounds terrible, what I mean is that I am sure there were very few people that had not heard about it. So why so many calls? Did the show actually jog that many memories? Had they been under a rock and not heard about Daniel and the fabulous foundation that his parents set up in his name to educate children about personal safety and to continue the search for Daniel?

It saddens me to think that people are only incentivised to provide information when there is a million dollar carrot dangled in front of them. But then, I guess information is vital, whether it is at this late stage or not.

If you or anyone you know has any information about Daniel’s disappearance please do not hesitate to contact:
Homicide Investigation Group, Brisbane, Phone (07) 3364 6122
any Police Station
or Crime Stoppers, Phone 1800 333 000.

You may not get a million bucks but you will get my eternal respect.

I wish the Morcombe family and the families of those on the Air France flight had someone to blame.

But more than that, I really wish their loved ones will come home.