Get Up's climate change ad

In case you haven't seen it yet: Get Up's climate change ad.

Hoping it actually makes it to public telly...

"Have you seen one of the penis pumps?"

...was the question we got on the phone at work this morning.



Yes, someone at the Museum was looking for one of the three penis pumps in the collection, with some urgency (as you can imagine - when you need a penis pump you really need one) for some ad they were filming apparently. Something about having motorbike accidents and then breaking your penis. Or something. Apparently one had been borrowed last year to take to a conference (dear god I hope it was in a professional way) and the others (yes, there's more than one) are apparently here in our collections (which you can't access unless you are a collections staff member).



The girl looking for it thought we may have one of them out on one of our Touch Trolleys here.



Yes. Penis Pump. And Yes. Touch Trolley. I'm not sure of the appropriateness of the "Penis Touch Trolley" in a family museum. Our Touch Trolleys are more feathers and animal skins, and less penis related items.


Then she suggested maybe it was a prop in an old science show - the "Phallic Fun Show"? "Penis Power Show"? "Pump it up show"? Suffice to say we were stumped, but went searching for it anyway.



Mind you, I wouldn't know what it looked like - the description was along the lines of two cylinders with a pump. hmm... So I thought I'd do a quick search of the collections on our database, and here it is:

Kind of scary actually. And certainly not an object I have ever seen in my daily working life.

We couldn't find the penis pump, but it has provided endless mirth for us this morning.

Yackandandandandandandandandandah

Spent last weekend in the little town of Yackandandah (like the word 'banana' it is easy to get carried away when trying to write it). Only about a 3.5 hours drive from Melbs, near Wadonga. The weekend was in aid of celebrating mum's 50th and the grand plan included a bush walk in training for the Camino Pilgrimage in Spain next year.

The dogs went off to the kennels for a mini break and husband and I jumped into the Forester and headed north. We met up with the family at the B&B we were staying in. Now to comments on the first B - the Beds were those weird foam core ones (no springs in the mattress) which, after a couple of nights on it, I was not well sold on. The second B was less than desirable - Breakfast was cereal and toast (hello - I can have that at home!) and a cooked breaky was extra. I thought the point of B&B's was that you got nice and special B's, not weird foam core ones and toast/cereal ones.

However, it did have a beautiful surrounding, garden full of birds and a pond full of frogs. Lovely green grass, smelling nice and clean. And the best part of all was having an en suite! Yay!

I'd forgotten how blue a sky can be when there's no pollution, and how many stars you can see at night when there's no light pollution.

We had dinner at the Star Hotel, a nice little pub where the boy who served us had a nice red stripe in his hair that matched mine. This pub was also the filming location for Strange Bedfellows a Michael Caton/Paul Hogan flick from 2004.

Saturday was the day of the bush walk. I had done something to me knee at the gym earlier in the week so was sporting a lovely knee brace. We drove to Beechworth (20km from Yack) and first walked around the gorge. A nice 5km walk, not too stressful, slight inclines. We picked up some lunch in the bakery and then headed off on another walk.

There were lots of mine openings from the gold rush days, some of which had mesh covers because they were on the track - walking over them was a little creepy.

This walk was much more of a hike - lots of hills and valleys. My knee was getting pretty sore, but seeing as I enjoy whinging this was OK. 15km later we got back to Beechworth - I was absolutely rooted. I was tired and my feet were really sore. It was then I realised that I only had heeled boots to wear to dinner that night. eep!

Dinner again at the Star Hotel, but we were mostly too tired to get drunk. I couldn't even finish my glass of Moet. That's when I realised it was definitely bed time! Good old foam core.

The drive home on Sunday was nice and quick, despite having a bit of a stressful moment when my several cups of tea from breakfast caught up with my bladder. There was a moment when I really thought I might have to find a convenient bush on the side of the road - thank god that truck stop came up when it did! Best wee ever.

Singing Office

Can I get a yee haw?

Video below isn't of me, but you can hear me singing in the background.

Blow me a cornflour fire ball

How to get your workplace on TV show you are participating in? Easy.

1) Make yourself iconic by wearing lots of red (easy becasue that's all I own) and ladybug jewellery and handbag (again, simple because I own these things).
2) Offer a desk covered in ladybugs and talk about how great it would be if they could have seen it rather than filming you at a random desk somewhere else.
3) When the producer agrees to film you at your workplace, ensure you perform something a little bit spectactular that needs little to no effort on your behalf - ta daa! Cornflour fire ball!
4) Ensure you have a crowd of children around who say 'ooh' and 'ahh' everytime you make said fire ball.

I love my job sometimes.

The Scarlet Witch

Took the Marvel Superhero Personality Test (I do so love online tests and quizzes) - and check me out baby!



heh heh. Well, I do love red... and I'm sure husband would agree with the 'lacks the specialized mystic training required to fully control her powers.'

Cinderella moment

Once upon a time in a Kingdom far, far away (well, south of the border)...

I had to buy some new knee high stockings because my dogs had managed to play tug-of-war with all my others. Not that this is exciting news for anyone, but sometimes you need some back story.

The new stockings are much silkier and slipperier (is that a word?) than my old ones, which meant that as I came upstairs to work this morning I kept leaving my shoes on the stairs.

Felt very Cinderella, although my size 10 clod hoppers aren't exactly crystal slippers.

I sat at my desk singing 'One day my prince will come' for a bit, looking around for small birdies to sit on my shoulders before realising that was probably a Snow White thing and nothing to do with retrieving shoes, and more about eating bad fruit.

No fairy godmother and no Prince Charming appeared so I was forced to go and retrieve the shoes myself.

What is the world coming to when a Princess has to retrieve her own shoes from the stairs where they fell off because her stockings were too slippery?

Rest In Peace Mr Tesla Coil

I was cleaning up after a Lightning Room show on Wednesday when the other person in the theatre with me ran out and told me that the Tesla Coil was on fire.

It was sooooo exciting! Usually I have to hunt the firemen down when they come on site - but this time they came to me!

He burnt very well, melted real good and made lots of smoke.

More piccies on Facebook.

These Boots Are Made For Walkin'

If anyone ever says to you - 'Would you like to go on a random TV show where you and a team of people from your work compete against another team of people by having a dance and a sing off?'

Make sure you say 'Hell yeah!'

Have had so much fun the last two days. Spent most of the time being filmed singing and dancing and am absolutely effing exhausted, but it was totally worth it. Can't wait to perform in front of a crowd with the costume and hair and make up and cameras.

Will let you know if a clip shows up on You Tube (there is rumour that it will).

Check it.