Monday, December 01, 2008
Operation booked
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Off sick
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Busy weekend :-)
We both got emails on Friday from Harper Collins asking to see full manuscripts, so we headed in to school to pick up my flash drive with the most recent versions and print out my novel on Saturday morning. Debbie only finished her first draft this week, so we've spent a lot of time proofing and editing this weekend. The plan is to post them off tomorrow :-)
We managed to fit in a trip to Belmont to see family and some grocery shopping too. Hopefully the weather will be good enough for us to go for a walk this afternoon, and we have to go buy big envelopes (my manuscript is about 170 pages at 1 and half line spacing, Debbie's is about 300?).
So, a productive weekend!
Lastly, this is a poster my Y12 students made me. The whole class signed it.
The quotes are things I allegedly said in class, and the pictures are visual representations of war poetry metaphors I got the kids to copy down (the monstrous anger of the guns, the shrill demented choirs of shells, and a dust whom England bore).
Oh, and for those who are interested (if anyone is), my BMI is somewhere between 25.3 and 25.6ish. So 'healthy' on the BMI scale (as opposed to 'overweight') is within sight. Maybe by Christmas?
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Birthday preparations
Dominic has already begun the most important part of preparing for any birthday - making the difficult decision of what cake you want.
Fortunately, birthday cake recipe books have many colourful pictures of delicious and tempting cakes so the time spent carefully selecting a cake is enjoyable.
For some time the cat cake looked like it was the favourite but now I'm not sure. He really likes monkeys but alas there is no monkey cake in either book I have. I may have to try to find a monkey cake on the internet to copy...
New Shiny
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Prizegiving Over!
Thursday, November 13, 2008
11 months!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Overdue 11 months photos
It's been a while since I've posted some Dom pics, so here goes:
On Dom's 11 month birthday, he got to go to Whitcoulls and select some good pressies. (OK, his dad chose the book* but he grabbed the mushabelly monkey). He is very attached to his soft mushabelly monkey and giggles excitedly when it ooks at him.
I attempted to take several size comparison photos but Dom took off. I thought that I could at least get a sitting one if I let him pose with his monkey pal...
... but one blurry photo later, he abandoned the photo shoot and took off with the monkey.
He made a speedy getaway upstairs to the kitchen, but like a true action hero he made sure his pal went with him all the way. "No monkeys left behind."
* The book is the excellent 'the monster at the end of the book' story which is narrated by Grover and Matt says it was one of his favourite books as a kid. It is a truly awesome book and has a cool animated DVD of Grover reading the story as well. Sigh, I love Grover.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Rejected!
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Manuscript resubmitted
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Insanely Busy
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Hurricane Hits
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Exciting Weekend
A too-cool day at Belmont which led to being very deeply asleep by the time we got home. He stayed asleep from the car to the bed, and didn't wake up until 1.30am :-)
Vacuuming with Dad - all kinds of fun, but murder for his dad's puny arms.
Storytime with Henry and Lily, while video editing for an assignment took place in the office. Dom was very impressed with all Monday's visitors, and enjoyed many rounds of hide and seek.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Dominic's botany lesson 1: Roses
Matt brought me home a red rose today at lunchtime so naturally Dominic had to investigate this strange new plant that came into his surroundings.
Hence today's blog post is a lesson on botany proudly brought to you by Dominic.
Dominic's Botany Investigation: Rose
Aim: To discover what, if any, uses a rose has.
Hypothesis: Roses can be used for food or as a rudimentary toy. Why else would Dad bring anything else home for Mum?
Methodology: I shall perform a series of tests in which I attempt to play the rose in a number of increasingly destructive ways.
Results:
Chew test - Rose lacked sufficent firmness to be a successful chew toy. Also not particularly tasty.
Bash test: Waved rose around and performed some impressive fencing manoeuvres. Rose lacked weight to be used as an effective weapon.
Flute test: Tried blowing on the rose but no sound resulted.
Durability test: Hit rose with small yellow plastic block. Some leaves and petals became detached during process.
Conclusion: Roses are not useful as either food or toys. Obviously worthless.
Luckily I discovered for Mum that the rose was not a useful toy or a delicious snack.
Oh wait, you don't mean you wanted the rose left intact, do you?
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Top 5 Youtube Evil League of Evil Applications
Monday, October 20, 2008
Apparently the gym is a good place to meet ladies
So Dominic made some new friends at the gym today. From the second I let him out of the stroller for a crawl around, he sped over to a couple of girls about 3 or 4 years old who were colouring in. Before I even got over there, he was in the middle of everything and they were giving him his own felts and a picture to draw on. Having visions of a felt covered baby or Dom chomping on potentially toxic ink, I said that I'd move Dominic away because I didn't want him to ruin their drawings.
Of course Dominic was pretty determined and went straight back to them first chance he got. I chased after him and then I got the preschool equivalent of the Spanish inquistion. What was my baby's name? How old was he? How old was I? (and when they heard the answer, they gasped and exclaimed that 'that's old!') Did Dominic have any brothers and sisters? How old was he when got his teeth etc?
They then fussed over Dominic while he grinned and shouted excitedly waving his arms with all the attention.
About ten minutes later when I was about to leave, one of the girls ran over with a drawing to give to Dominic as a 'valentine'? Valentine's drawings? In November? Should I be worried about Dom getting embroiled in pre-school romances already?
As you can see from the photos, Dominic is pretty chuffed with his Valentine's drawing.
We made a top 10 list!
Friday, October 17, 2008
More on making Evil League of Evil Applications
Monday, October 13, 2008
End of the holidays
The holidays were much fun but alas have come to an end again. Dominic did get to bask in the sunshine in the backyard yesterday. Hopefully there will be more good weather days coming. It feels like it should be summer already.
Crawling around on the grass is fun.
But then he spots the paparazzi...
...and tries to grab the camera. (At least he doesn't smash cameras or assault the photographers like other celebrities).
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Debbie is famooser!
Evil League of Evil Application: The Embezzler from Jarratt Gray on Vimeo.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Hurricane Dominic on the loose
EDIT: http://www.vimeo.com/1909232 - downloadable version
We had to cut a bit of backstory which didn't really fit in, about a fight between The Hurricane and Father Time, accompanied by his sidekick Baby New Year. Baby New Year, without a nappy on, unleashed his 'fountain of youth', which turned The Hurricane into the baby seen in the video. It was a cute joke, but too slow to set up/explain. The pictures I drew for it are kind of neat though:


And the revenge plan:
Monday, October 06, 2008
The Hurricane
Dominic has now had his first starring role in his short film 'The Hurricane' - an Evil League of Evil application. Here are a few pictures of him in his costume:
Who knows what terrible things will happen when one of most sinister super-villains is sprayed with the Fountain of Youth and transformed into a seemingly cute and innocent baby?
Will he still manage to carry out his plans for world domination over the internet?
Watch out! The Hurricane may be a baby, but he's still ready for action. Evil action, that is.
Hey, even evil super-villains need to snack, OK?
Fixing a window latch
It's a latch on an aluminium frame, and what was there when I started was:
- two holes in the outer frame where a spacer thing used to be.
- the bottom bit of the handle, rivetted in place. The handle itself was nowhere to be seen, just the housing.
How I fixed it:
- bought the wrong kind of latch. Swapped it for another wrong kind.
- Let 6 months pass
- Let a year pass
- Looked up how to remove rivets on the internet. Found out that you get a drill, and drill the head off the rivet. The remainder can then be pushed back through the hole to fall out the non-head side
- Drilled the head off one rivet. Success! Drilled the head off the other rivet
- Used a flat-headscrewdriver to prise the old latch-housing off the frame. This required more force than I expected
- Used a voucher to get the right kind of latch
- Realised that the aliminium frame is a closed frame with two parts screwed together, so you can't see the backs of the rivets
- Discovered that the rivets were wedged in like crazy anyway and not about to be pushed anywhere
- Unscrewed the bottom of the frame only to find that it's not just screwed together. There's something else holding the two parts together (something I didn't want to break and then be unable to put back together)
- grabbed pliers and twisted one rivet vigorously, trying not to break the window or bend the frame. It loosened up
- snipped most of the shaft of the rivet off with brute force and some cutters, then poked it back through the hole. This means there's a little rattly bit of metal inside the window frame, but window frames don't move around too much so it's no big deal.
- Repeated for the second rivet
- Discovered that the screws that came with the latch were the wrong size for the rivet holes, and that none of the screws I had lying around the house would do the job
- Bought an assorted pack of screws from the $1, $2, $3 shop - and was pleasantly surprised to find some that fit really well!
- Screwed on the new latch
- Put a new spacer on the outside frame (with a self-adhesive backing strip, so really easy)
Voila!
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Bathtime!
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
When writing goes bad...
“So here we are at the mall. Again. I have been having a lot of feelings lately,” the main character remarked in an artlessly unsubtle way to make her appear sympathetic so the target readers would be compelled to relate to her. She strolled through the thick glass sliding doors of the mall with her friends as they embarked on what seemed to be yet another shopping excursion that was probably slowing down the dramatic tension and should have been omitted or dealt with far more quickly this late on in the book. “Gee, I have feelings too. It’s so tough to be a teenage girl. We have a lot of feelings and the adults in our lives don’t seem to understand us,” her good-looking and athletic friend agreed as good-looking and athletic people have problems too. “But feelings are an essential part of life. It would be worse if we didn’t have feelings at all, even if that did mean we wouldn’t have just spent over three chapters angsting about a boy,” said the quirky third friend who only showed up in scenes to say amusing things or to uncharacteristically speak words of wisdom and comfort. “AAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH,” screamed the author unable to take anymore of her depraved creations’ drivel. “Shut up or I’ll send in a psychopath with a machine gun to spray bullets throughout the whole stupid mall so that you finally stop your ceaseless whinging!” “You can’t do that,” the main character pointed out placing one hand on her hip in a cocky show of defiance. “This is meant to be a light teen romantic comedy aimed at young adults. A random act of violence like that would be completely unbelievable in the sugary world we live in.” “Besides, you still have to get us to the ball,” her best friend piped up. “That’s the climax of the book, right? Without that, there can be no resolution and then ultimately the book would be unsatisfying and without any developed themes.” “But I’m just so sick of your constant blabbing,” the author lamented wondering if this novel was just turning against her as a punishment for reading too many Sweet Valley High books in her youth. “Why don’t you ever just stop talking. I mean I only expected this scene to go for about six hundred words or so but it’s already over that and you haven’t even bought any of your stupid ball dresses yet. Arrgh, and I bet I’m going to have to describe what they look like. That will bloat this chapter out even further!” “Hey, it’s not our fault you can’t control your own dialogue,” the quirky third friend observed. “I mean, we just wanted to go shopping. No one said you had to come along and describe everything we do and say.” “Yeah,” agreed the main character. “I have had a pretty hard week thanks to the constant melodramatic and hackneyed action sequences you’ve put me through. Why can’t I just have some fun with my friends without it having to show some insight into my feelings? Why does everything I do have to lead to further character development? Just because you want to write a crummy coming-of-age story?” “All right, all right,” the author gave in. “You can all totter around being vapid and having fun for a while. I’m off to eat lunch any way. Just don’t leave the mall or realise anything too significant while I’m gone.” “Excellent!” the main character yelled and smiled at her friends. “Now we can swear and talk about non age-appropriate stuff like real teenagers rather than the goody-two-shoes imagining of a dried up English teacher.” Im not even going to bother punctuating my speech anymore and you cant stop me you lame literary hack said her best friend “Yeah, enjoy it while it lasts,” retorted the author. “Tomorrow morning it’s back to correct punctuation, proper speech and no expletives. I’ll have you all speaking concisely and showing insight beyond your years, and I’ll move the plot forward as well, just you wait.” “Who kares wot she finks anywayz?” said the quirky friend deliberately misspelling her speech out of spite. “2day we is goin 2 hav fun.” “OK, that’s it. I’m out of here,” the author sighed realising that for today the repugnant teenagers that had spawned from her lazy imagination had won the battle. “Yay!” chorused the three friends as they pulled out their cell phones and began texting each other so they didn’t have to contribute to any further dialogue.





