What the hell is this?

It looks like a giant broom head but round and hollow. It is across the road and a few houses down. I think I can feel it looking at me through the wall, I'm starting to get a bit worried. I'm also worrying about my sudden and complete obsession with the word glioblastoma or more accurately glioblastoma multiforme. Glioblastoma the word sounds like the most fun it is possible for a person to have without exploding but its meaning is in fact almost the opposite. It is a sort of deadly brain octopus which may or may not be from outer space and will most likely kill you until you are dead. Here lies Dale Rockin' Slamma, she thought she was at a marvellous party and insisted on wearing her Rolling Stones t-shirt right until the very end but it was only glioblastoma multiforme slithering into her brain, may she rest in party.

Another excellent word is gliss. or glissando but I prefer the shortened form gliss. The italics are important because the only time I see the word is in a musical score as an instruction in italics so that is how I think of it. I am not so pleased with the actual sound of glissandi in isolation, it is a sound that requires context and I'm not talking Great Balls of Fire here, it shakes my nerves and it rattles my brain.

I spent quite a lot of time this weekend writing an essay about the Marrickville Metro. I am working together ideas of the labyrinth, the Thunderdome, glioblastoma multiforme, newspapers and my own personal happiness. I had a fabulous time writing this essay with all the while in the back of my head the thought of rocking the blog world with the brilliance of my essay post. I sat at the table out on the deck in the lovely winter sunshine having cups of tea and eating pink cupcakes that Grizelda made. I haven't been this happy forever and that's when I put down my pink notepad and pencil and stopped. Sometimes it is the process and not the product that truly matters.