Ballarat at Night and Who Owns the Streets.

One thing about Ballarat during the day is that there's many a cop car cruising around town. It's almost impossible to traverse Ballarat without seeing at least one cop car somewhere.

It's very obvious that the cops own the streets of Ballarat.

At least that's the case during the daylight hours.

It's a very different story once night has fallen.

After last night's little sojourn to Gravy Spot, I can't help but think that the cops don't even bother trying to pretend that they own the streets during the night.

There's nary a sight of a cop car.

Once the sun goes down, the streets of Ballarat are anyone's for the taking. And apparently the only people who seem to have taken them are party revellers ... and quite possibly Gravy Spot, since it is the late night place to get food from in Ballarat ... and they very possibly put mind control stuff in the food to get people to keep coming back for more.

It's weird that no one has actually gone out of their way to actually claim the streets of Ballarat after nightfall. The only reason why the revellers own the streets at the moment is simply because of the merit of being the only people walking them.

And since no one has actually claimed the night time streets of Ballarat, I believe I shall claim them. I'll plant my flag of triumph tonight!

The Secret of the Possum

Most people are familiar with Australia's possum. It's a pretty iconic little

critter. Admittedly not quite as iconic as the kangaroo and koala. But it's up there in iconicness. And let's face it, the possum deserves to be high on the iconic list, they're cute little critters. People get very excited being able to observe them being all possum and cute in their natural environments at night.

But what most people don't realise is that these possums are aware that they're being observed. So they just act all cute and possum and innocent. Well, at least, the bush possums do. The city possums are little less careless about this. Probably because they know that most tourists will head out to the bush to observe their bush counterparts. Most people aren't aware that possums are very prevailent in Australia.

So most tourists don't get to hear the possum's screeches at night.

Anyone who has heard a possum screech know just how demonic they sound.

And who's to say that they aren't demonic?

For something so small and cute to make those kind of sounds just isn't natural. Not unless the small and cute critter in question is in fact a demon!

Let's face facts, possums have razor sharp claws, sharp teeth, those unearthly cries and the fact that they make sure that very few people hear these unearlthy cries. Then there's also the fact that their tails serve many purposes. Not just balance as they scamper around the place, knocking out powerlines and leaving people in the dark.

So next time you see a possum, be very wary of it. You never know, it might suddenly decide to do the drop bear thing and kill you.

That sounds pretty demonic, right?

Let's Stop the Divorced Family Bashing

So reading the Herald Sun today, I couldn't help noticing Alan Howe's opinion piece about divorced families and crime. The subtext under the heading had me fuming before I even clicked to read the entire article.

Let's teach union rules to cut divorce rate
A STABLE family is your best defence against becoming a violent criminal and falling in to the ruts of early pregnancy.

Um, excuse me.

I happen to come from a divorced family, and I am yet to become a violent criminal and/or fall into the ruts of early (by which he means teenage) pregnancy ... actually, as has been pointed out to me, I'm no longer a teenager. So it's too late for me to fall into the early pregnancy rut. It's all up to my sister to fulfil that particular stereotype ... and the clock is ticking; she only has three weeks left of being a teenager.

But we can still both become violent criminals!

I mean, by getting divorced, mum and dad failed to provide us with the best defense against that. Or so Alan Howe would have everyone believe. We were let down and failed by our parents, and now we're going to become a burden on society by being unlawful and possibly teenage mothers.

The only way this could've been avoided is if mum and dad had've remained married and provided us with the stable home environment that only nuclear families can provide.

There is just one little flaw with that little arguement, Alan Howe; as a nuclear family, the home environment wasn't all that stable. That's why mum and dad got divorced. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's why most people get divorced. It doesn't really happen like;

"I say, honey, I'm bored!"

"I know what you mean. Little Max seems quite happy these days. We should get divorced just to mess with him and turn him into a violent criminal."

"That's a capital idea! That'll teach the smarmy little git! To the divorce lawyers!"

For most couples that end up getting divorced, the divorce is what provides the stability that is needed.

Just because a family is nuclear (and therefore the only correct form of family) doesn't mean that it's stable.

And saying that the children of single parents will become a blight upon society by becoming violent criminals and young parents (therefore repeating the whole cycle) is a cop out. It's making it easier for us children of single parents to act up and throw our lives away. It's a ready made excuse not to try!

And who says that just because the parents got divorced that the children suddenly stop being divorced?

Sure, the children may be given a little more leniency to begin with by guilt ridden parents. But if the parents are any good at parenting (this doesn't change after divorce), this leniency won't last forever. And if it does and/or the child keeps using the divorce as an excuse for misbehaving, then that child was probably headed down the road of dilinquency before the divorce.

Being a single parent doesn't automatically make you a bad parent. Parenting skills really doesn't care about marriage status. And I'm sick of reading/hearing about how bad single parents are.

Or maybe the sister and I are just really bad at being the children of divorced parents. Maybe we should be doing more to become violent criminals and (in my sister's case) a teenage mother.



http://www.heraldsun.com.au/opinion/lets-teach-union-rules/story-e6frfhqf-1226146005112

TV and Movie Classifications and Their Warnings

I don't know about you, but I find some of the TV program classifications and their warnings ridiculous. Some of the warnings are so obvious that I have to wonder just how intellingent the people behind them think other people are. Then, there's some of the ratings themselves!

There's actually classifications under G!

Yeah, there's P and C classifications.

I don't understand the classifications under G ... well, actually, I assume that the P classification is to let parents know that there's no chance of hidden jokes for adults and that the program offers Play School level of entertainment. But really, a program is either child friendly or it isn't. And classifying something below G is just informing parents that the program is going to be horrible for them and that they shouldn't buy it.

But enough of that. There is a very good reason why there's going to be more and more classifications that will just get even more ridiculous with each new one; political correctness and the irrational desire to wrap children up in a suffocating amount of cotton wool so that they can't handle anything as adults.

That's probably the reason why warnings at the beginning of TV programs and movies are getting even more ridiculous and specific with each passing day. That, and people's desire to pander to the stupid and/or incrediably sensitive people who really shouldn't be pandered to.

I mean, if I'm watching some fantasy show that's rated MA15+, I don't need to be warned of the "supernatural themes." And if I've already been warned about the sex scenes, the violence, the drug use and the strong coarse language, I'm pretty sure I don't need to be warned about the "mature themes" as well. The "mature themes" has already been covered by the MA15+ classification as well as the rest of the warnings. If anyone is shocked by the "mature themes" after all of that, then that person is an idiot and just looking for something to complain about and should just be ignored!

The way this is going, people will soon be so dumbed down that they won't be able to think for themselves. They'll need other people to tell them if the movie or TV program is to their liking based on every single "mature theme" that has been pointed out for them. Heaven forbid that the nudity isn't mentioned even though the sex scenes have been mentioned!

I mean, who needs to be warned about nudity when they've already been warned about the sex scenes?

Morons, that's who.

And who needs to be warned about "mature themes" after being warned about just about every single mature theme has already been listed?

Actually, who needs to be warned about "mature themes" when watching something classified M or higher?

That M stands for "mature."

There really isn't any need for "mature themes" to be listed. If people aren't smart enough to realise that the M classification stands for "mature," then they're too stupid to have an opinion on this. What they've got to say really doesn't count if they're just going to land us with warnings like "mature themes."

But there's plenty more stupid content warnings besides "mature themes." For a list of them just follow this link, http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ContentWarnings

On the plus side, these content warnings can't get anymore specific and stupid person friendly, right?

Somehow, I think this is only just the beginning of the Pandering to the Stupid era.

A (very bad) Visual Representation of What Diesel and McDuff's Love Child Might Look Like

I don't know what possessed me to think that this was a good idea. I'm pretty bad at drawing, especially when using Paint on the computer. But this is my idea of what Diesel and McDuff's love child might look like.

I might have another go at this with actual pen and paper later on. Maybe then the picture will look a little more respectable.

Johnson and Friends?

I somehow very much doubt that Johnson and Friends are friends because they like each other. It seems their friendship (if it can be called that) is nothing more than geographical convenience. And everyone seems very snippy with everyone else and very willing to trick the others for their own gain.



But the worst of the group is Johnson himself. He comes across as a self important, arrogant, patronising jerk. He's constantly talking down to the other toys, like they should already know what he's talking about and that explaining it to them is a massive inconvenience to him.

Johnson also gives the impression that he really can't stand the company of Diesel and McDuff. I think the only reason why he bothers talking to and playing them is because he would prefer to be in their company rather than Alfred's. But this doesn't stop him from being rude and insulting to Diesel and McDuff when they try involving him in their activities.



But no matter how rude and insulting Johnson is to them, Diesel and McDuff still want to please him and will mimick what he does. They're kind of like Gretchen Wieners and Karen Smith while Johnson is Regina George. So when Johnson is around, Diesel and McDuff will most likely pick on Alfred, whereas when Johnson isn't around, they'll actually treat Alfred with respect.

It seems that they know how Johnson feels about anything isn't a toy and don't want to upset him by being seen fraternising with a non toy. Maybe that's why Alfred is often forced to do their bidding even when he doesn't want to. He's just there to make life easier for the toys ... and occassionally help them deal with Squeaky by being like a kindly grandfather to her. But mostly just do as Johnson wills him to do.



The mistreatment that Alfred suffers at the hands of the toys really is unjustified. I never realised this until I watched Johnson and Friends as an adult. As a child, I always agreed with the toys that Alfred was asking for it, and that he was an extreme jerk.

Turns out that Alfred is just extremely pompous and stand offish because of the way everyone else treats him. He never does anything to the toys that merits the way he's treated by them most of the time.

But that being said, just like the toys, Alfred is always more than happy to join in the mocking of another toy if it's happening. I guess that's just how everyone feels better about themselves ... and I can't believe that this was actually allowed to air for young children to watch on TV! This show really does promote all of the wrong messages.

It's no wonder we all grew up to be so cynical and jaded. TV made us this way.



Also, I'm pretty sure that Diesel and McDuff are in a serious long term relationship. Can you imagine what their offspring would look like?

The Smurfs Really Aren't All That Inherently Good

The smurfs like to pretend that they're like sugar and spice and all things nice, but really they're aren't. They're like suburban housewives in that regard; appear to be nice and all that, when in reality things are the complete opposite. That's why Gargemal suffers so much at the hands of the smurfs.

If the smurfs were really as inherently good as they claimed to be, then they would

accepted Smurfette into their group without any hesitation when she first appeared. But since she isn't a real smurf, the smurfs decide that it's really for the best that they don't befriend her.

Apparently as far as the smurfs are concerned the only people worth knowing are real smurfs. Fake smurfs will be tolerated but never welcomed into the group. As Gargemal can testify to, anyone else who doesn't even resemble a smurf can give up any hope of living peacefully side by side with the smurfs. The smurfs won't tolerate anyone who isn't tiny and blue to live in their neighbourhood.

It takes Papa Smurf giving Smurfette a complete makeover before she's considered "real" smurf and therefore worthy of being welcomed into their group.

The Smurfs and Their Victimisation of Gargamel

With the new Smurfs movie out in cinemas I had to watch the old cartoons

again. Simply because I wanted to see how much Hollywood ruined the old cartoons.

Turns out that Hollywood can't ruin the old cartoons in any way.

And also, those smurfs aren't quite as innocent and pure and all things good as they'd have you believe. Yeah, they are actually nasty little blue demons whose only purpose in life seems to be to torment Gargamel.

It's not just Gargamel being the nasty evil wizard who just wants to cause trouble and mayhem just because he feels like. He is actually defending himself agains the smurfs, who are more than happy to make him suffer. Even when he's defenseless. Yes, that's right, I'm referring to the incident in the forest where the smurfs have just soundly beaten Gargamel and his cat and trapped him in the tree. Papa smurf then steps forward saying something along the lines how Gargamel isn't sorry yet.

I simply assumed that Gargamel didn't stand a chance against the smurfs because he was fighting them on their home turf in the forest, and that taking the smurfs out of the forest would only help improve Gargamel's chances against them. At the very least, it might take away some of the magic and strength that the smurfs seems to draw from the forest.

But after seeing some clips of the smurfs movie, I very much doubt that Gargamel will at last be vindicated and defeated them. It still looks as though they're still drawing strength from somewhere. Possibly leeching it from all of the unwary people of New York.

Or maybe Papa Smurf has cast some voodoo witch craft spell that manipulates steals all of Gargamel's good luck and/or fortune and Gargamel himself gets stuck with all of the bad luck/fortune.

Whatever those smurfs are doing, it's clearly evil nasty shenaningans that they want to keep secret so that the world hates Gargamel, and won't think anything of it when his body washes up on some remate river bank.

$#@!%$ #@!$%#@$ $%%$#@ That Hurt!

You know what they need to invent?

Super sticky band aids that don't move specifically to protect against blisters.

I have never experienced worse pain than peeling the sticky part of the band aid off my very worn and burst blister.

Well, I guess breaking my bone hurt more ... oh wait. That's right! I'm amazing and have never broken any of my bones!

But now that I think about it, I have experienced worse pain than peeling the sticky part of the band aid off raw, sensitive skin;

There was the time on Res when I tripped and fell and banged my knee against a rock. While my tights were all super hero (I was dressed up as a super hero at the time of the fall) and didn't rip, my knee wasn't quite so super hero, and I only realised just how bad it was the next morning when I woke myself up by kneeing the brick wall next to my bed. Actually, that's when I first realised that I had, indeed, ripped open my knee. I had simply assumed that because my tights hadn't torn, my knee hadn't either.

How wrong I was.

Then there was also the time when, as a small child, I burnt my bare buttocks on one of those wood heaters. I was fresh out of the bath too, which made the whole thing a hell of a lot worse. That was a very painful experience, and I still can't watch The Little Mermaid without memories of that horrible night (I was allowed to stay up and watch The Little Mermaid because of my injury ... actually I think that night's dinner plans were scrapped because of that incident.

All the same, peeling the sticky part of band aids off raw, sensitive skin hurts! Like, really hurts. They really do need to make specially blisters on your feet band aids that don't get moved around by shoes during the day.

I'd put my hand up to create such an amazing thing. But, well, that requires a grasp of science that I quite frankly do not possess.

My Day 21/09/11

I must admit that last night things weren't boding well for me; I was facing a day of limping around, trying not to make my blisters worse and the fact that I ate under cooked chicken for dinner (and I still resisted the urge to throw up when I realised this. Apparently risking food poisoning during a job interview is more preferable). Plus the fact that the job I was going for required me to have a passport.

But it turns out that all that worrying last night was pointless; I got band aides and wore thick socks, and eating the under cooked chicken didn't have any ill effects on me. I didn't magically get a passport over night. The power of wishful thinking really isn't that great. Wish it was, though.

Not that it matters now.

I didn't get the job with MAM/Qantas.

I don't actually know what they were looking for. I was bright and bubbly and put myself out of my comfort zone ... actually not really. For that to be really true I would've been a conversation starter. Not a conversation joiner, which is super eay to do in the group interview setting. Although, I did volunteer to be the group speaker for one of the activities. I never do that. I sit back and let someone else volunteer. So I did put myself out of my comfort zone!

The only thing that really could've brought me down was my humour. I think it may have been a little too dark (and possibly sadistic) for what they were looking for in potential cabin crew members.

But the people I was having lunch with when I got the "Go home. We don't want you message" all got the same message and a couple of them were in one of my groups at one time or another, and they all showed bright, bubbly, outgoing personalities that all good cabin crew members should have without any signs of dark humour.

I'd say our written responses let us down. But we all got the messages too soon after being let out to lunch for the written responses to have been read.

So that meant I got to head home a few hours earlier than planned (no walking home from the station in the dark for me!). That meant that Vline disrupted my musings as I tried to figure out where I went wrong in the interview.

Honestly I don't know what the Vline employees were seeing! Whatever they were seeing wasn't visible to us lowly, unSighted passengers, which made their constant nagging announcements about not boarding the train until instructed when no one could be seen trying to do just that annoying and confusing.

I can only conclude that part of the job requirement for Vline is to have the Sight so that those sneaky ghosts and apparitions can't sneak on board and avoid paying for a ticket.

I guess that's why there's a gnome who drank too much Skele-Gro has a child working for Vline.

Bad Weather

My walk today led me past the skate park. Actually I usually walk past the skate park. It's a rare walk that doesn't go past the skate park. The point is that the skate park usually has people skating on it. Unless it's very early in the morning, it usually doesn't matter what time it is, there'll inevitably be at least one skater.

Unless, of course, the weather is bad. Apparently skaters are like tradies; they don't come out and do their thing if there's the slightest hint of bad weather.

I guess when they weather is bad, the skaters prefer to do things like work or go to school or simply just stay at home and play skate video games.

Interview in the Morning

Tomorrow I have an interview for a job. The interview is all the way in Melbourne, which means that I have to get up nice and early to be there at 8:30am.

That's going to be a nasty shock to my system, seeing how I'm so not a morning person and probably won't be able to get to sleep until a couple of hours before I'm supposed to be at the train station.

But nonetheless, this isn't causing me any undue concern.

I function pretty well on no sleep ... and I usually function a hell of a lot better on no sleep than I do with little sleep. So I'm seriously considering just staying up all night and when it gets close to getting ready time, I'll just pep myself up on coffee.

I'd take sleeping pills, but I'm pretty sure they're placebos; they don't actually do anything to help me get to sleep.

But anyways, considering the ungodliness of the hour that I have to leave for the train station, I decided to show some forethought and look up the venue today so I know how far away it is from Spencer St (turns out two blocks).

Naturally I used Google Maps for this so that it could clearly highlight my destination on the map for me. It left me wondering why does Google Maps always insist on giving you directions for the most convoluted way there? Why can't it just give you directions for the most direct route?

I know this is a bad example, considering how short my trip is, but ...

When I could easily walk up Colins St!

How much easier is that?

So now that I have simplified my walk to the interview, I'm basically all set for the interview tomorrow, sleep or no sleep!

Hooray!

The Dangers of Living in Suburbia

If rewatching season one of Desperate Housewives has taught me anything (besides I watched a lot more of it on TV than I thought) is that suburbia seems to be one of the most dangerous places to live.

Ok, well, that may be a slight exaggeration. It's not like people were breaking into their houses every other week and murdering the inhabitants of Wisteria Lane ... hmmm.

So there were break ins every other week. And there were even a couple of attacks as well. But this was mostly done by the lovely, righteous people of Wisteria Lane.

Suburbia isn't as safe as people like to believe it is!

It seems that people in suburbia have to lock all of their doors and windows, and even that's not quite enough to prevent nosey neighbours breaking in and snooping around. It's a good thing that most of the time they intruders are only after some juicy piece of gossip to share with their neighbours.

Now I don't exactly live in a fantastic part of town (I'm pretty sure there's a gang hq nearby). And yet, I don't really feel the need to tightly lock up the house with motion activated laser guns all over the house. And yet, there has been no break in ... as far as I know. Maybe there was a break in by a nosey neighbour who wanted something to gossip about.

Maybe it's Hollywood exaggerating the rate of break ins in suburbia. Or maybe Hollywood isn't. All I know is that suburbia is a dangerous place to live, which Desperate Housewives clearly shows.

Last Night's Dream

Donna, Eric, Jackie and Fez were at a theme park, arguing about what ride they should go on next. They couldn't decide, so they decided to go to the beach and sit in the waves.

The surf was actually really strong, and required a lot of attention to avoid being knocked over and swept away.

Some celebrity chef and I joined them and looked out across the coast line. The celebrity chef kept suggesting how perfect all of the waves were. He clearly didn't know how to spot a rip. He kept on yammering about the whole thing and refused to listen to us when we kept trying to point out one of the multiple rips that were easily visible.

Just to get away from him I suggested that we go on the roller coaster, which, for some reason, required us to wade through the surf and around the bluff to get to the line for the roller coaster.

The roller coaster ride took us out to an island. Halfway there, we got thrown out of the roller coaster when it hit a sandbar and broke.

We swam the rest of the way to the island and found ourselves at Hogwarts. Naturally this meant that we had to explore the castle, which we did.

At some point we heard some loud bangs and the castle walls started to shake a bit. But we just ignored it and continued exploring. I ended up on the athletics field, checking out some of the old tin sheds. It was the smoke that alerted me to the danger.

I raced back to the castle to find the others and warn them. I found Fez lying on the floor of a room filled with mechanical gears and clogs.

We couldn't find the others, or a way out of the castle for that matter. We were starting to get really worried when we heard Eric shouting at us. He, Donna and Jackie had made a hole in the wall for us to wriggle through.

From then on it became a race against the lava to get off the island. It wasn't easy. Most of the castle was crumbling down around us. But somehow we managed to get out off the island and float safely back to the mainland where we had a prefect view of the island quickly disappear in a hot red, steamy lava-ee mess.

From the mainland the island didn't look big enough to have a house on it, let alone Hogwarts castle with a couple of massive athletic fields.

End of Ballarat?

Clear blue sunny skies. Not exactly an omen of impending doom, right?

Well apparently here in Ballarat that's exactly what they mean. Well, if all of the sirens I have been hearing all day around town mean anything.

Why else would there be so many sirens going off today?

The world is ending for Ballarat!

The sudden clear skies and warmth has proven too much and the place is tearing itself apart from the inside.

Disney Stars

The Disney singing stars are only that in name. Their songs are so auto tuned, that these so called stars are really only lip synching dancers in their music videos. Disney may as well just come clean and admit that what sings the songs is nothing more than a very smart computer, and that they get a star from whatever Disney show is popular at the time to pretend to sing.

Pizza Hut Sticky Fingers Ads

So Pizza Hut has brought out a new product; their sticky fingers stuff.

I always thought that ads were supposes to make the products advertised look appealing to as many people as possible. That's how they generate sales. But this ad doesn't do that. It doesn't even succeed in making the food look good to eat!

Sticky fingers looks like the kind of food that drunk or high annoying wannabees who are so cool (or so they believe) would buy. So that's a limited percentage of the population who's being targeted ... actually, considering the ad, I guess it's just about every hot blooded sports fan. So maybe not quite so limited number of people being targeted, after all.

But how the food looks on the ad has got to turn off a lot of those hot blooded sports fan wannabees. It does not look at all appealing. And everyone knows that the food in ads looks a thousand times better than reality. So the sticky fingers range has got to be very foul looking.

It looks like this sticky fingers ad campaign is a complete fail all around ... at least it would be if so many people didn't go to Pizza Hut while intoxicated and any kind of food, especially a new untried kind, looks good and must be eaten.

Insurance Ads

I remember when insurance ads were just the domain of late night TV. Now, unless it's prime time or a children's channel, you can't have an ad break without some kind of insurance ad coming up at least once.

But what's worse is that when these ads were just late night ads, you could forgive the extremely bad acting in them, because, well, it was late night TV. There's nothing good on, so why should the ads be an better?

So you'd think that with the rise in the number of insurance ads, the people behind them would want to make sure that the acting is much better. But no. Apparently they don't care about this. They're just happy to let the acting in them get worse and worse until you're left wondering who would actually believe that the insurance is any good, since there's no effort in actually trying to sell it.

Although I am curious as to why insurance ads have suddenly surged onto our TVs all of a sudden.

It's almost as though the insurance companies are trying to cash in on people's fear of the world ending next year. Doesn't surprise me. After all, big companies are completely heartless and only focus on the bottom dollar.

What does surprise me is that there's probably is a huge number of people who are thinking about the end of the world next year and have decided that they should probably cover themselves and their families just in case something happens to them. Then, at least their families don't have to worry financially after the end of the world.

That's really the only reason I can think of why there are suddenly so many insurance ads on TV.

Bendigo's Tourism Campaign

I think I have figured out Bendigo's tourism campaign! And it's a very sly one.

Let's face it, there isn't much in Bendigo except for some nice old buildings (but since most towns and cities have these, it's nothing really). So I was baffled when driving through Bendigo and all of the hotels were booked out.

There was nothing happening except a ride on the old talking trams ... actually, I'd pay for an experience on a talking tram if the tram really did talk.

But then it hit me; everyone drives through Bendigo to get to their destinations. They may stop in Bendigo for lunch. But rarely is Bendigo the destination. So what better way to attract potential tourists?

By pretending that Bendigo is the hot spot where everyone is going by displaying "no vacancy" signs.

Then, that way people driving through will think "This must be a nice place to visit. We should stay for a weekend!" And immediately call a hotel and beg for a room.

People are being tricked into thinking that Bendigo is the popular place to go away to ... I guess if this campaign is successful, Bendigo will be the popular place to go away to by default.

A very deviuos tourism campaign, indeeed.

Yogurt

Our entire house has been on a yogurt kick lately. I don't know if it's due to the change in the weather, and the sunshine and (relative) warmth has put us all in the mood for yogurt.

Or maybe this yogurt kick is our bodies way of telling us that we need more dairy in our diets.

But I really don't need to focus on that. All I need to focus on is that yogurt tastes delicious and is healthy, so I don't need to feel guilty about it!

New Trick?

For the last couple of nights I have been hearing a disembodied meowing coming from under the house. Even though I thought it might have all been in my head, I was still running around looking for the damn thing.

Well, actually, just making sure that all of the cats were still inside last night. It was too cold to actually go outside and get under the house. Plus there's the whole spiders under the house factor, which I really have no desire to face. Especially in the middle of the night!

And since all of the cats were inside the house, I had to content myself with the fact that I was either imagining the meowing, or that it was one of the cats being all sneaky and throwing his/her voice.

Except this evening I got confirmation that it was neither of those!

My housemate and I were watching TV and we both heard the meowing. So did one of the cats, and I don't think she's quite that good at throwing her voice.

So there must be a cat under the house!

A cat that only meows when no one else is around.

And only at night.

Maybe it's not a cat under there, after all. Maybe it's Horry and/or Charlotte having another go at haunting the house.

By pretending to be a cat stuck under the house at night.

Although, it did have me running around looking for it last night, and I was half convinced that it was all in my head. So maybe the ghost in question is onto something with this latest haunting scheme.

Very sneaky if it is Horry and/or Charlotte.