Good Grief!

After spending a terribly dull half hour earlier watching a current affairs program I was thinking of writing a list of all the things in the world that I don't care about. But I didn't really care enough to get around to it. However, if thinking for yourself really isn't your thing, then I recommend watching Today Tonight (or similar program) on a daily basis to get a good idea of what you're currently supposed to be outraged at, sad for, worried about or possibly even which dishwashing liquid you're supposed to buy. Really, with programs like this, who needs independent thought?!

Ahem, ranting finished. I promise.

I find I'm saying 'Good grief!' a lot of late. This is Charlie Brown's fault, and for some reason I feel obliged to show the world some of what is probably the most tatty looking collection of Peanuts books out there:



The earliest copyright date appears to be about 1955, but I think they were mostly printed in the 60's and 70's. And yes, I know, some of them do look as though they have perhaps been chewed by what one can only hope was at least a vaguely domesticated animal. I picked them all up from the Lifeline Bookfest at the beginning of the year for about $5, and I'll be going back midyear for more! I also have collection of Wizard of Id books in similar format (and condition). You can probably tell that I'm not really the sort of person who is into flashy giant hardcover collector's editions.

At the moment I'm discovering all sorts of interesting things about the wonderful world of handsewing. For example, did you know that if you mange to punch a hole in the pencil bump of your finger with the blunt end of a thick needle despite the fact you will have a rather alarmingly large hole in your finger there won't be a lot of blood, but you probably won't be able to write very well for a couple of days. It's important to learn something new everyday and the best way to learn is by doing! Maybe tomorrow I'll endeavour to learn something about chainsaws... ok, maybe not, but I do have a two hour advanced statistics lecture in the afternoon which should be AT LEAST as painful as the whole 'needle-finger-hole-ouch' incident. Oh, and please, nobody ask me to explain how I managed to jab myself hard enough with the blunt end of a needle to penetrate the skin... I don't quite understand how I achieved it myself.