January: I walk along the tram tracks on Flinders Street, because I can.
February: FIRST: Deb will be in Melbourne this weekend, just in case you missed it and wanted to make the most of this rare opportunity to observe her in the wild.
March: Herr Bear
April: When I raise the blinds, I see jellyfish.
May: Here's the deal: instead of 7wishes, you get MS Paint doodles.
June: Somewhere, there is a committee, and that committee decided that security was paramount, and while Britain’s emulation of Orwell’s 1984 is a sterling effort, it isn’t enough.
July: never say yes to garlic sauce. even when it's free.
August: I’ve been thinking about vengeance.
September: Philip Glass will be performing at the Melbourne International Arts Festival in October.
October: “I beg your pardon,” the ButlerBot says.
November: What a pleasant day!
December: Come closer, I have something to tell you.
Methinks I need to exercise my wit around the first of the month more often, or pointless summations such as this fail to even be passingly amusing. Got caught by less nightshift exercises than I thought. I'm very partial to November, there.
Maybe I should declare themes for each month of 2009? "This month is the month of Vegemite Sandwiches!" and the like. See how I totally fail to live up to a month of vegemite sandwiches.
Well, a month of vegemite sandwiches is just not sensible. BUT! This the perfect excuse to go out and buy more finger puppets, one for each month. WHAT MY LIFE NEEDS IS MORE FINGER PUPPETS. YOUR LIFE NEEDS MORE FINGER PUPPETS. SO DOES THE INTRAWEBZ. Clearly, this is my destiny.
"NEVAAAR! THIS IS MY BLAAARGH! MIIINE!"
Shut up, shark puppet. You look like a right twat with a finger up your cloaca.