Down on the Farm

On the weekend last, Salsa Girl, Hulk, and One made a long-planned expedition to the Collingwood Children’s Farm.

For a start, one was disappointed to see no evidence of the cultivating of young supporters of the mighty black and white.

It was Hulk’s first chance to sight many of the farm animals that had heretofore only existed for her in the plethora of picture books scattered across our living room floor.

This was all evidenced by her wonder at sighting them and her joyous exclamation upon being asked what animals she had seen at the farm today, of:

“tractor!”

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Pavlov's Hulk

One's ongoing experimental regime has begun to bear fruit.

One is having ongoing success in recognition of "die" fighters and members of the Skywalker family and cries of "Magpies!" are regularly heard coming from householders other than oneself.

Most recently, whenever the kitchen timer of myself and Salsa Girl has finished it's ticking countdown, the final ringing of the bell has been accompanied by Hulk's little voice excitedly exclaiming:

"Dinner!"

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The New Blog Filter

For today's post on the tales I am trying out a new text filter.

The way it works us that I put all my thoughts through it and it reformats them according to its theme.

So I have gathered all this mornings witticisms, scintillating incites, turns of phrase that will make even the staunchest of you weep with emotion, and humorous stylings.

Now I simply run them through the "Multi-Hour-Overnight-Hulk-Settle-sans" filter and wallah:

Bleurgle

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The Sad Tales of Neglect

So - without doing any fact checking as one is too lazy for that - it has been one's longest break from the tales.

What started out as a short break for Easter gradually accumulated extra breaks for illnesses long and short, a patch of settling struggles with Hulk, long work project nights, late footy nights with The Great Sandro and Legion2, new bed buying, finally starting to late night watch Groovy Spirits's Spartacus TV Series DVDs, applying oneself to application writing for a promising opportunity, Handy Dad's seventy fifth milestone, and finally one becoming well-deserved Rummy night champion over Salsa Girl - ending her run of every night we've played up until now.

But don't worry, content has begun again now.

At least information of import has.

Well, okay then, information of self-import?
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