Hats On

This is my new hat for doing playground duty at prac. It's not really a 'playground duty' hat, but I figure if I have to wear a hat it might as well have a little more style than some floppy canvas thing with a sunflower on it. And besides, I've wanted a trilby for ages. Spent ages looking in all the shops at girls' hats, which are all expensive and badly made, except the really expensive ones that are decent quality, and all too small for my head. I have a big head apparently. So I had a look in the men's department at David Jones, and found this, which is nice quality, fits me, and best of all, cost twenty dollars. So I was happy - all the womens' trilbies in DJs were at least triple that.
Called the prac office this morning and found out where I'm going. I have a prep class. Prep this year in the good old QL of D is a bit of a proposition, being the very beginning year and all. So it should be interesting, even if it is full of impossibly tiny little kiddies who will all need shoes tied and noses wiped. Huh. I wanted year sevens. But I'll live.
Last Extras ever last night. Sadness.

Tea for the Tillerman

I'm obsessed with Extras. It's one of the best things about Wednesday nights, and I heap scorn on those who watch House or Heroes instead. I never watched The Office, strangely enough, but I love Extras. Took me a couple of episodes to warm up to it, but then I started laughing my little socks off, and missing an episode of the new season is almost physically painful. (Okay, hyperbole.) Last night it had Ian McKellen. He was awesome. Never expected to be a huge fan of 'painful pause' comedy, but here I am. (BTW, Weird Al on Spicks and Specks just before was also very shiny.)
And, proving that some of my obsessions look ridiculous in juxtaposition, I read Psalm 63 today and (as Kat would say, as Steve would say, as Kat would say) it rocks my socks. Here are the first eight verses, TNIV of course.

You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
My whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.
I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.
Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.
I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.
I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you.
On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings.
I cling to you;
your right hand upholds me.