Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Sunday Selections # 261

Welcome back to Sunday Selections!

This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs.

The rules are very simple:-
1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title
2. link back to me, River, somewhere in your post
3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted.
4. hop on over to Elephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
  Andrew often joins in too.

I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I have some photos of the goings on in our Victoria Square recently.  I took these on the day of our first cloudburst day, you'll notice the clouds in several of these photos that I took while waiting for my bus.

I was crossing the road so couldn't stop in the middle to photograph the front of this, the other side of the blue tube reads Welcome To The Adelaide City Council Tour Village.

It was Tour Down Under (TDU) week here in Adelaide.
Bicycles and lycra clad bums everywhere.

Victoria Square was set up for viewing action with giant TV screens and several plastic inflatable torsos, headless and armless, as you see here.

There were more than a few tents serving refreshments of the alcoholic kind, probably soft drinks too, maybe even tea and coffee and I'm sure a couple of them supplied food too.

Pure Blonde is a popular beer variety.

giant inflatable handlebars belonging to>>

this giant inflatable bicycle.

Just one of many groups of amateur riders who cycled all over the place during TDU week. some just around the city, many others following the same routes (or parts of them) the professional cyclists took.

away from the alcohol area was a small section of tents set up for kids to be entertained with paints and crafts.

I believe Camelback is a brand name; this stall was selling backpacks, caps, drink bottles and high-viz safety equipment, as well as novelty items.

On the tram stop side of Victoria Square were the many flags of participating countries. I recognised a few. Australia at the fron there, followed by the Adelaide City Council flag, then Germany.

I DON'T have the order correct, but we have Slovenia, Austria, England, France, Italy,

America, Canada, Ireland, Switzerland,

and others. I believe the Netherlands is in there, as I'm sure I recognised a Dutch accent being spoken by a girl walking past.

If you recognise any of the flags that I haven't mentioned let me know in the comments.

there were maps showing the routes taken during the various stages of the rides, you'll notice maps two, three, and four show the hilly areas, it's quite a tough ride over many kilometres.

a wall of greenery to beautify the amenities block, a series of porta loos was behind here.

another view of the giant bike.

across the road, behind my bus stop, the flower garden was fenced off to prevent trampling of the lawn and flowers, and also to prevent theft from those lockers.

the storage lockers were temporary and guarded by security people, I believe the bicycles and other gear were stored in them overnight.

one of the TV screens showing a Peloton, which is what a group of riders is called.

same screen, different view.

same screen, aerial view, this one from a media helicopter I think. 
There were media vans, police cars and police motorbikes following along every day, all the way and an ambulance too, just in case. 

Then my bus came around the corner and I had to get on, the temperature was dropping and I knew it would rain. Wasn't expecting the cloudburst though. On the news later I saw images of people rushing around in Victoria Square looking for shelter.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Saturday Bonus "caught between horror and mirth" take two

Reusing Wednesday's Words, phrase and image.

Amid great fanfare, the beaming politician cut the shiny red ribbon and ushered an excited group of fifty people onto the newly constructed bridge across the ravine. If they'd walked across in ones and twos, things might have been fine, at least for a few months.

But a group of fifty well-fed, pampered, upper-class snobs was too much weight for the shoddy workmanship and sub-standard timbers used in construction. As the group neared the middle, the bridge began to sway and loud creaks and groans were heard as timbers began to crack. First one and then another support broke loose. 

Watching the event unfolding before her eyes triggered memories of the slapstick movies she used to watch all those years ago. Caught between horror and mirth, Muriel laughed hysterically as the group on the bridge collided with one another in a desperate bid to outrun their doom. The bridge gave way and the tangle of arms and legs became individual people once more as they dropped screaming into the ravine. 

Forgetting she held an ice cream cone, she reached down and grabbed a fistful of raggedy skirt to wipe her tearing eyes. Seeing the blob of pink ice cream plopping onto the grass only made her cackle louder. The hysteria overtook her and Muriel laughed and cried in great braying sobs and giggles as her mind gave way just as the bridge had. 

She didn't notice as people around her began moving away silently, fearfully. Someone made a phone call and a path was cleared for paramedics. Muriel didn't feel the sting of the needle as she was sedated, didn't feel the tightness of the straps that held her to the stretcher, didn't see the disdain on people's faces as this poor wretch was taken away to the psychiatric ward.

Their attention turned back to the tragedy, their planned picnic romp forgotten as they silently watched helicopters and ambulances trying to retrieve the bodies of the fallen. The once beaming politician stood in shock, his face frozen in horror as another of the paramedics tried to lead him away from the edge of the ravine.

Blissfully unaware, the Mayor's bulldog continued to catch water droplets from the new drinking fountain.

Friday, January 29, 2016

here we go again

Strong winds and heavy rain lashing Adelaide again as I type this, the rain began last night with a steady downpour and lessened this morning, but the rain returned later this afternoon and the winds rose a bit later.
More flash flooding is expected. 
Most unusual for this time of year. 

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues here, at Randomosity, with words and images supplied by Jacqueline.

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:
1. romp
2. wretch
3. ice cream
4. disdain
5. skirt
6. collide

we also have an image of a bulldog catching water drops from a drinking fountain, which I haven't used, and a phrase, "caught between horror and mirth"

Here is my story:

 Caught between horror and mirth is where I often find myself (and I like it) when watching many of my favourite TV shows. Usually I'm eating ice cream late at night while watching this stuff, which results in some pretty wacky dreams in the hours just before waking.
Sometimes a show is either poorly made or poorly acted or the script is so unbelievable, I watch with disdain as they romp through their allotted half hour. Those shows don't get a second chance.

The show I'm currently watching is Fantasy Science Fiction and has several episodes where people have switched bodies. You all remember the movie Freaky Friday? Like that. Two brothers find themselves in each other's bodies. The male police chief finds himself wearing a skirt when he switches bodies with the female county coroner. 

These things can be funny, hence the mirth, but also horrifying when watching what happens to some of these characters as they try to resolve the problems. People blow up, people get chained to furniture, etc. which doesn't sound too horrifying here, but in proper context, the watcher, (that's me), worries that favourite characters may not make it through the episode.

Other episodes have had time zones collide when characters suddenly find themselves back in the 1950s.

In other shows, CSI or Criminal Minds style, there is often someone with some sort of emotional or mental problem who is living a wretched existence either hiding away from the population or viciously murdering people. Sometimes both. 

Some of my friends ask me why I watch these shows, the Criminal Minds and CSI stuff. They shudder and tell me they couldn't possibly watch all that blood and guts killing, yet these same people happily watch all the bad stuff in the nightly news programs and have no trouble with that.

I prefer to see fake bad stuff and Fantasy Science Fiction, rather than see all the real bad stuff.
I know it's out there. I'm careful. I lock my doors and windows.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Thursday Thoughts # 81

from The Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett:

"You had to deal every day with people who were foolish and lazy and untruthful and downright unpleasant, and you could certainly end up thinking that the world would be considerably improved if you gave them a slap. But you didn't because, as Miss Tick explained: a) it would only make the world a better place for a very short time; b) it would then make the world a slightly worse place; and c) you're not supposed to be as stupid as they are."

" But when it came to odd, Miss Treason didn't just take the cake, but a packet of biscuits too, with sprinkles on the top, and also a candle."
"Yes...perhaps Miss Treason didn't just take the cake, a packet of biscuits with sprinkles on the top, and a candle, but also the trifle, the sandwiches and a man who made amusing balloon animals afterwards."

Today's Thoughts:

I recently discovered, okay a couple or three years ago, the steampunk style of making things. At first I just noticed unusual clocks in pictures in magazines and on the internet, then I saw steampunk styled cakes on the Cake Wrecks website. Googling around a bit I also discovered steampunk styled clothing, which I think looks fabulous, but isn't something I could wear. 
I thought today I could show you my favourite steampunk clocks, the ones I would buy if I had millions of dollars and my own house to put them in and I'll follow that with a few steampunk styled cakes.

this on my lounge room wall

this one in the dining room

one for the bedroom.

a whimsical cat for the family room,

and this gecko on the outside entertaining/barbecue area.

a calendar clock for the guest bedroom, so they don't forget what date it is and remember to go home (*~*)

and one for the study/library

Now for some cake....mmm, cake.....

steampunk rocketship by Roses and Bows

by Marina Sousa's Just Cake

Owl by Het bonte taartje

by Artisan Cake Company

by Sweet Janis

by Bespoke Cakes.

these are all from the "Sunday Sweets" selection at Cake Wrecks, if you go over there and wander around a bit, you might find yourself as amazed as I am by the cake decorating skills of so many people.

Me? I just make a round or square cake, slap on some buttercream, smooth it over with a flat knife and call it done.
What about you? Are you a whizz-bang cake decorator?


Wednesday, January 27, 2016


It's called a CRYPTO LOCKER virus and if you get it, it locks up all your files and they can only be unlocked by paying for a code from the virus people. 

It's lately attached to emails from Australia Post, saying you have a parcel to collect,
or from the Federal Police claiming you have a fine.

Before you click any links, read the email address it's actually from and ask yourself how would they know my email address to send me this message. 

Even if you are expecting a parcel, the people you've ordered from wouldn't pass your email address to Australia Post.

Be careful people, be aware of who is sending you emails. 

Whimsical Wednesday # 212

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump that is Wednesday and sliding down into the weekend.

Just like me.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

purr purr purr

extremely hindered here
 by a large fluffy, purring kitty 
lying across my arms. 

And I'm getting hungry....

Monday, January 25, 2016

Musical Monday # 84

Musical Monday

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is:  John Mellencamp

R.O.C.K. in the USA 

and for those who prefer a different sound:

Hooked on a Can Can 

and the dance

Just look at all that energy! Doesn't it make you wish.......