J MacQueen
@jomacmouse.bsky.social
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A squeaky reader in the mouse house. Novacastrian Australian. Currently owned by two cavoodles, one old, one young. My home is in Barahineban of the Pambalong Awabakal people.
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And heeee’s baaaack! And he’s decided that my lap is currently the place to be. It’s so tiring this washing business.
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It’s too quiet in the house because a certain young doggie has gone to his bath, & won’t be back until early this afternoon. He’ll be fluffy & smell pretty when he returns, so that will make up for him not being a presence in the house this morning.
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That was something I just wasn’t able to do with my parents’ friends, I’ve no idea why. But Uncle Bob, Mum’s cousin, was related & somehow that got past whatever mental block made me unable with others.
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Exactly so with Uncle Joe’s sister Judith. Her children are my cousins’ cousins. I think the only time I’ve called someone an uncle or aunt who wasn’t actually so was a first cousin once removed (Mum’s cousin) because Mum felt that was more respectful between generations.
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At least, it’s not usual to my knowledge. I think she mustn’t have been quite aware at first as to how Uncle Joe was my uncle.
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A lawyer, at a firm where I was working as deeds clerk, was handling the estate of the mother of an uncle by marriage (married to my dad’s sister). Uncle Joe has 2 sisters, & the lawyer referred to them as my aunts, which is not usual with siblings of uncles/aunts by marriage.
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And… they’re on their way, handed to Australia Post, which expects to deliver them on Thursday. Something to look forward to.
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You’ve sent me to eBay to see if I could get hold of the non-Kurayamino remix, as well as a copy of Furious Angels, but you should be congratulated for reminding me that I need copies that don’t disappear into the ether.
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It needn’t be flying if there’s water somewhere in that sketch. A mere suggestion, no more. Meanwhile, thanks to an exhibition @tanaudel.bsky.social went to, I’m thinking of Australian children’s tv character Mr Squiggle asking Miss Jane if she knows what he’s drawing yet.
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Seconded. Or howevermanytimesit, according to how ever many others have said so before me, because I’m not counting lest the sympathetic magic stops working.
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Thanks to @tanaudel.bsky.social, who shared a link to a Mr Squiggle exhibition in Canberra, I have Bill Steamshovel stickers (& a pin!) coming my way. Also a postcard of Blackboard saying “Hurry up!”. Apologies to those who didn’t grow up with Mr Squiggle.
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I’m sorry I wasn’t able to photograph it as Dad & I drove past, but there was a lot of laughter in that car that day.
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It’s funnier when you know what else is making me want to do so. The local museum, before it moved to its present spot, was displaying a really large mining scoop from somewhere up the Hunter Valley. Someone wrote on it with spray paint: “Bill Steamshovel is that you?”
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See what you mean, says the person who is going to buy Bill Steamshovel stickers later.
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Also, the last photo in the article seems to think he’s Snape in mufti, there’s a young woman who has either travelled forward from the 1980s or is aping the MAGA woman look, and there’s another bloke claiming to be 20 but looks like he’s lying about his age.
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Probably meant to emphasise young fogeyness, in wearing a garment in a pattern worn by Doctor Who before he was born. Also the alarming face fungus on the bloke in the first photo.
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It may be time to put me in safekeeping: I just said thank you to a tree. A tree with a low-growing branch that looked like it was going to block my way. But the branch moved, just as I got close. Now, it’s blowing quite strongly, so it’s going to be wind direction, but I still said thank you.
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I do hope no one used Blackboard's signature phrase at you while you sketched.
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Bailey likes oven chips. Not fully cooked & out of the oven, but still frozen. He’ll take fully cooked ones if you’re silly enough to drop them on the floor, but still cold & hard?
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Endless Screaming strikes again in my timeline, immediately below your post.
Screencapture of a post by Camestros Felapton as to having forgotten about former Australian P M Scott Morrison until an article by The Guardian acted as a rude reminder. It is immediately followed by a post from @ infinitescream, which this poster finds horribly appropriate.
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I suspect the OP doesn’t trust our hosts to know the difference.
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One trouble with daylight saving, as it is now in New South Wales, is that it goes back to darkness at 5 am, instead of being light enough to see colours. Yesterday, I could see the orange of the bird of paradise flower in the backyard. Today, faint signs of dawn but nothing more.
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This wobbly-brained asterisk just wants to mention that cakey-things fix everything, whatever they are. If you have brownies, they’ll do nicely. If you have chocolate muffins, so will they. Add your own personal favourite & it’ll be a great fix for today’s everything.
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The water level must be low, but there seems to be enough water still in the bird bath for a couple of Indian mynas to have a bit of a splash. And ‘splash’ is the word: I can see the droplets on the shed’s roller door.