J MacQueen
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J MacQueen
@jomacmouse.bsky.social
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.
Forgot it was brother’s birthday next month, so bought him another t-shirt, this time Orac from Blake’s 7 decrying the use to which it was being put. Brother should be well-supplied with tops to wear this summer.
November 16, 2025 at 1:28 AM
I’m now hearing
“Change the attachment for a little rain shower,
Change the attachment for a little rain shower,
Change the attachment for a little rain shower
SO IT HAS MORE WATER

More wet & up it rises…”

Apologies to David Bowman, & to yourself for bearing the brunt of that.
November 15, 2025 at 10:16 PM
Hooray for fairy godmothers, even would-be ones :-)
November 15, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Where he changed his mind, and would have gone trotting off again if I hadn’t grabbed his collar & pushed him inside. I’m feeling a bit guilty, but also very frustrated by his behaviour. And I should be in bed.
November 15, 2025 at 1:25 PM
He did not react well to that & went off to some dark corner of the backyard to muse on perfidious humans. By this time it was after midnight, & I’m resorting to asking Bailey where Jasper is. Bailey actually went looking for him, and Jasper followed him back to the back door.
November 15, 2025 at 1:25 PM
Thank you, autocarrot, for changing hell into something else entirely.
November 15, 2025 at 11:12 AM
If it wasn’t for Mum being in hospital for an as yet unspecified length of time, I wouldn’t have either. He’ll, brother’s birthday is early next month, so I have to think of that too.
November 15, 2025 at 11:11 AM
That’s being very generous about it. I don’t think he thought at all, just did it. He started to puddle right in front of me yesterday, but stopped when he got a whack on the rump with a cushion.
November 15, 2025 at 11:09 AM
So two more today, for the brother. T-shirts. One of them being @tanaudel.bsky.social’s Jurassic Park design. I think Kathleen would know more rather more French than my brother, so I hope no one says anything to him about the phrasing.
November 15, 2025 at 12:44 AM
So I picked the branch in New Plymouth, purely because my brother worked in the Taranaki area as a geologist, and I see what you mean.
November 14, 2025 at 9:01 AM
That makes it sound huge, as well as freestanding. Which is not an impression you get from looking at the front page of a website. Really, I should’ve got the address of one of the branches & looked at it on Google maps or something like that, just to get the right idea.
November 14, 2025 at 8:51 AM
The Warehouse looks to me a bit like Big W, so there’s another way to explain to my fellow Australians.
November 14, 2025 at 7:10 AM
It was a while ago, so I can’t remember which news source I read it in, but I’m vaguely recalling some rather unfortunate British paediatrician coming in for for some flak because some badly informed people had the wrong idea, so it won’t be the first time, sadly.
November 14, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Um, left to myself they’d be rectangles, but others love triangles so I’d cut them that way for others.
November 13, 2025 at 2:47 AM
What Scott said, including the last part.
November 12, 2025 at 11:19 PM
She had a CT scan this afternoon while I was there. Probably not going to know the result of that one until tomorrow. I’ll find out when I next visit her. Got to wait for the mower man to turn up first, so he can be paid for his labours on Tuesday, when we were out.
November 12, 2025 at 10:16 AM
Thank you. I hope they’ve made her a bit more comfortable than she’s been.
November 12, 2025 at 2:38 AM
The House that Sailed Away, by Pat Hutchins, has that sentiment in it, & it’s 50 years old this year. (Heavens, another anniversary to add to the Edmund Fitzgerald & the Dismissal of the Whitlam Government.)
November 11, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Fifty years ago, if you mean the Whitlam Dismissal. Ignore me if you meant something else.
November 10, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Drunk man must have standard size feet. Not all of us do.
November 9, 2025 at 11:36 PM