I went out on Saturday and did my bit to boost the economy with the purchase of an Australian-made, super-cushiony cloud of mattressness. Not that I care for the economy in quite the same way as I care for my sleeping comfort...
It's seriously gonna be like sleeping on a giant teddy bear - it's even upholstered in furry material like a soft toy. It's like the offspring of Fat Cat and a queen ensemble. I can't wait for it to be delivered next weekend. I'm going to clear my schedule and stay in bed.
Speaking of furry...
I had dinner with a friend on Saturday night who told me about this amusing piece called Cookie Monster searches deep within himself and asks: Is me really monster? Poor conflicted Cookie Monster.
Those signs...
I mentioned a while back on my other blog the strange signs in Heffernan Lane in the city and said I'd post some photos on Gleeful. Here's a few of them:
Work without doing. Gotcha.
Turns out they are an old street art installation for the City of Melbourne Laneway Commissions project. They are excerpts of Greek and Chinese sayings (Chinatown is at one end of Heffernan Lane and the Greek Precinct at the other).
On a side note...have you ever detested something so much you found yourself almost liking it? I have. The word 'moist'. I've been opposed to the word for many years, but now when I see it somewhere (as in the sign above) I feel a perverse fondness for it.
Ahem. The Dude abides. I watched The Big Lebowski again the other night.
