Paul has gone off to his wife’s Christmas party for the weekend, the infamous TV soapy ‘Neighbors’ has finished for the year in Australia, and I’ve started receiving e-cards including this one from Haldun:
“As the year 007 is coming to an end, I wish you and all your bloggers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thanks for managing such an informative and enjoyable blog.”
And John wrote: “I took the trouble of running a ruler over your Blog. The good people at “The Blog Readability Test”, reckons your J.M.Blog is high school reading level. Not bad, not bad at all, for a blog that is scientific but also PR, I reckon that’s a pretty good score. Here’s the link, http://www.criticsrant.com/bb/reading_level.aspx
So, perhaps its time to relax a bit, enjoy this Christmas period and say thank you for reading and contributing to this little blog spot over the last year.
My mother, and a regular reader of this blog, sitting on the beach at Burleigh Heads in January 2007. This is where my family will be heading again for some of this Christmas period.
(And keep checking in to the blog, we aren’t going away.)
Jennifer Marohasy BSc PhD is a critical thinker with expertise in the scientific method.
Well,
Welcome to beautiful Burleigh.
Who knows, we may pass in the street.
Chris
Happy Christmas everyone.
And for those who may feel a little guilty about their good fortune of living in such a beautiful country at such a propitious time in history (despite the doomsayers) and wish to share their good fortune, they can always salve their consciences by sending a “pile of shit” to a needy African.
http://www.spiked-online.com/index.php?/site/article/4180/
All the best Jennifer.
MERRY X-mas TO ALL WONDERFUL PEOPLE! ( Even if I don’t always agree with your opinions).
A special thanx to Jennifer who posts guests posts that isn’t always in line with the blog’s perspective. Long live FREE SPEECH!
I have been through emotional whaling threads to mining grounds ( climate posts).
A special thanks to people who have responded to my guest posts.
I have had great fun with Luke’s humorous comments, Motty’s nasty replies, Travis’ straight shooting comments, Davey’s sometimes confusing answers, the whale -eaters are now more and more like friends even if I’m opposed to whaling to Libby’s most intelligent comments. ( Yep, I know I have not mentioned all persons, sorry!).
The newspapers in Sweden told us today that there will not be a white Christmas this year in southern and the middle of Sweden this year , but I woke up this morning and it was snowing!
And a Merry Christmas back to you Ann.
Come next year we all will be together, if the fates allow.
And have a bowl of figgy pudding for me.
Waddya mean confusing? It’s the Alz-er- watchercallit… Any’ow, Happy Christmas to Ann and all, even Luke and SJT.
LOL Davey, no offence meant , only that your replies are sometimes a bit tricky!
The beach photo isn’t making me feel any warmer – it was -4C when I walked my dog at 10pm GMT last night. Our frosty cold spell looks as if it will continue for second week at least.
Southwestern Australia has gone back to winter – cool and wet, 15 mm in my rain gauge yesterday. I wish that global warming would hurry up. Hardly any plums or apricots on my trees this year – bees were rained off in spring. Wheat crops are in danger of rotting.
We need to burn a few witches (sceptics?) as they did in Europe when the Little Ice Age kicked in a few hundred years ago (there’s a good essay on that, somewhere on the web). And while we are at it, let’s burn their familiars, those pesky pussy cats, who destroy every scrap of biodiversity.
Hold on, I’d better go and save my pussy cat’s breakfast outside on the verandah. She has been driven off by a marauding bandicoot. Must be the cold, wet weather.
After 75mm of rain the other night, “I’m dreaming of a wet christmas, just like the ones we used to know”. At this volume the 8m waterfall gives the best massage one can get without stilettos. Sometimes I floats and thinks and other times I jess floats. Its hard, but someone’s got to do it.
One of the tenants has finally acquired an eccentricity worthy of his station. Armed with slingshot and huge bag of marbles, he consumes large amounts of beer while firing aforesaid orbs up the arses of the Bush Turkeys raiding his compost heap. Just another day in the pax rustica but it could be worse, he could have gone to Bali.
Save the planet? What planet?
Wishing you all a million miles from care. And have a cool yule, yuall.