Lets get the sour grapes out of the way first. Shall we?
The winners of The Bloggies were announced last week and the winner of the Best Australian Weblog was, Girl With a Satchel. Congratulations to the writers of GWAS but if this webmag is representative of an Australian blog then Australian blogging is in very bad shape. We may as well all give up now and go home and read out of date ‘New Ideas’ and drool over the celebrities of the moment.*sigh*
Girl With a Satchel is very slick and professionally put together but that is nothing less, than what I would expect from an ezine with this as its blurb.
A daily magblog (a daily blog with magazine-style content), written by a Sydney-based glossy magazine editor, providing industry insights, magazine reviews, internet shopping updates, beauty product reviews, thoughts on Christianity, pop-culture musings and girlie finds.If you want information on celebrities, or need help finding just the right shade of pretty pink lipstick, then Girl With a Satchel is the place to be.
But if you want to read stories written by real Australians. Stories that will make you cry, nod your head in recognition or laugh so much that you snort coffee out your nose. Then go and read these ladies, the other finalists in the best Australian categories..
Tiff from My Three Ring Circus
Veronica from Sleepless Nights.
Tokyo Girl Down Under was a finalist as well..
Ok now for the Chemotherapy. Mum had her second infusion of chemotherapy drugs yesterday. Mum’s cancer has decided that it doesnt want to be confined to her lungs. Oh no. This cancer has decided to go out and colonise the world and fuck things up, much like the British did in centuries past.
I just keep on getting images of a teenage skinhead in ‘bovva boots’ stomping about the place. *sigh* Except that it is a toxic cocktail of chemicals that is doing all the stomping. Laying waste to my Mother’s immune system, in the hope of shrinking the tumours so that we can have just a little bit more time.
Oh and the bad back, well that would be me. I have spent the past week or so hobbling and shuffling around like an old woman. But I am much better now and if anything it has made me empathise a bit more with how Mum must be feeling. Because there is nothing quite like a touch of serious pain now and then to make you apreciate the joys of walking about pain free..
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