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December 22, 2005



Green peas, eh. No pie floater for you!
I've got an uncle with a similar thing to your point one. Except, replace the words 'piece of glass' with 'stainless steel .22 bullet' and 'forehead' with 'behind his temple'.
He's had it for over thirty years.


I have nightmares about pie floaters. And -- ouch.


I used to feel the same way about peas. I still feel that way about tomatoes. And yet I still attempt to eat bruschetta because it looks so good. Those attempts never end well.


I had a v small pebble under skin near elbow after bike accident (skidding on tram track) but eventually and satisfyingly, I managed to squeeze it out (I guess that's a quasi-suggestion).


When I say small I mean about the size of my little fingernail... so squeezing it out would be a leetle bit painful.

Plus it's been there for seven years.


We are as one on the bare feet issue -- I /must/ wear shoes when I'm out, and even thongs or sandals aren't enough. It's at the point where my friends joke about my glow-in-the-dark feet because they're so white.

Anna Winter

"Glow-in-the-dark feet"? As opposed to the rest of you?

Fyodor the Blogless

How very peculiar of you, Bruce. The peas reference reminds me of that children's book, "War and Peas". Strangely enough, peas are my sister's favourite food in the whole world.

Thanks for the invitation - I'll try to tear myself away from working today to muster something interesting.

Robert, I don't know if your Oirish relatives have ever used this on you, but the Irish themselves have a gradation of palefacedness called "Dazz-White" (after the washing powder). It's the kind of translucently pale blue skin you see on red-haired people after they've been in arctic water for a couple of hours. Or on your typical Irish backpacker just after they arrive in Sydney and BEFORE they turn lobster red.


Fair call, Anna.

Fyodor -- as I'm going to be in the old country for a month after Christmas, I'm sure I'll be Dazz-White when I return.


OK, I'm back.

Five Weird Things About Fyodor

1. I have astonishingly good circulation. Couple that to a fairly robust build and I don’t feel the cold at all in Australia. I consequently don’t like wearing lots of clothes and tend by preference and habit to wear shorts, t-shirt and sandals all-year ‘round, much to the horror of my wife. I also swim in the sea through winter, without any of that namby-pamby wet-suit business. I was pleasantly surprised to find in wintry Moscow that I needed to wear a jumper over my t-shirt at -12C.

2. I truly adore swimming, and being in water generally. I love the texture of water, the way it flows over your skin, the vortices of aquaturbulence rippling between your fingers. I just don’t “get” people who say swimming laps is boring. There’ve been some days lap-swimming where I’ve lost myself in free association, and simply swum km after km and ended up sunburnt. Swimming in the ocean is pure delight, particularly in winter when the water is that delicious salt-cold and the sky above grey. As I swim past the breakers with the sandy beach beneath me I imagine myself a storm flying over desert dunes like some cavorting djinn.

3. I really [no, like really] like bloody red meat and can eat quite scary amounts of it. I’m generally good on the tooth, actually, and will eat anything that’s edible. I laugh in the face of peas.

4. I’m a linguistic freak. I cannot travel to foreign countries without Zelig-like assimilation of vocab, grammar, intonation and accents. I think this is explained by my studying several languages from a young age, but there could be a genetic factor involved as both my father and grandfather were polylingual. The bad side of this ability is extreme linguistic pedantry and generally irritating smart-arsery. Oh, and I get competitive about it, too. My dad is worse. Before you come away confirmed in your thinking this Fyodor dude is just an OTT arrogant tosser, I would point out that it’s not uncommon for lots of Europeans to speak several languages, and many that I’ve met don’t think I’m peculiar at all (at least, not for this reason). However, Australians are generally so monolingual that it tends to freak them out whenever I say how many languages I speak, and I’ve consequently become rather self-conscious about it.

5. What else? Ah, yes: pop-culture. I consume a ridiculous amount of crap music, TV, celebrity gossip - all sorts of really dumb shit. I usually finish my wife's NW before she does and I am thoroughly addicted to Survivor. Most people find this low-browity irreconcilable with #4 until I reassure them that linguistic ability doesn’t stop me from being just another boring dickhead.

I’m going to cop out on the whole tagging thing, as I got a couple of rejections last time and my fragile ego can’t take another whupping.

Sláinte, Robert!


Oh, the bare feet thing, yes I can understand that. I don't even go barefoot in my own house (although not so surprising, given my slapdash approach to housekeeping).
Now off to read Robert's blog - sounds interesting. Reading comments seems to increase blog-reading exponentially.


Slainte yourself, Fyodor, and may you march to victory on a road constructed from the skulls of your enemies.

Comments are where all the best blogging action is, Val!


Thanks for the tag...

It'll help me get back into the whole 'bloggy universe thing', despite my dial-up handicap...

And of course I'm from Perth ya' duffer, although I prefer the phrase 'Perth-vert'.


well I have very odd habits.

1)I have to thoroughly inspect things nbefore I do them. like if someone hands my a controller for ,idk, a Wii, I have to inspect it, everything on it, what it looks like, if it smells funky, ect.

2) Just the opposite I cant wear socks, I have a panic attack. And freak out. I get made fun of by my friends but i know its weird so i laugh along.

3)Every morning I for breakfast I blend together milk, peanutbutter, and cereal in my blender.

4) When i sit, i shake my leg, and dont even notice im doing it.

5) when i see something I like, I have to draw it somehow. one time i drew on my friends back with a sharpie, and another time i colored on a table with pastels.

people seem to hateee my habits.


I was google-ing one day about people strange/weird habits.. and I came across this website. It then inspire me to develop a social application, iHabits (available only on facebook.com for now).

I just want to thank you guys for the inspiration, and if you guys have a free time please take a look at the application




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On your issue of learning to communicate with a phone, we've been working on that as well. My son won't really talk on the phone, but he is intrigued with how his voice sounds, so he will play on it. The biggest increase I've seen in using a device was when we installed an intercom between the 1st floor and the 3rd. His dinner job is to call his sisters down for dinner. Now he loves using the intercom and even plays some phrase response ritual games with them - the same thing he does face to face.

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