Fifty Years On – Blue-Bagged Hepticons and a Steampunk Soiree

One's Steampunk regalia - and nerf gun.

I went through the process of turning 50 the other day. Honestly, it didn’t hurt a bit. Except when I whacked myself with my glow-in-the-dark poi (Balls on strings that you whirl about in patterns – theoretically in a graceful manner.) But that happened because I was practicing growing old disgracefully. And playing. Oh, and attending my own 50th Birth Anniversary Steampunk Soiree. Continue reading

Bucket List? Huh! I’m Turning 50 and I Have a Pooh List.

Evil personified! This one took a jandal hostage and wouldn't give it back until lots of food was thrown at it. Bundi, Rajasthan.

Evil personified! This one took a jandal hostage and wouldn’t give it back until lots of food was thrown at it. Bundi, Rajasthan.

You hear the term ‘Bucket List’ bandied about quite often, yes? I was fortunate enough to cotton on at an early age that the world is a fascinating place and I had started a list of countries and things I wanted to see by the time I was 12. Tibet, the Pyramids, Bedouins in Arabia, Castles in England, Frogs in the Amazon, Iguanas in Galapagos, the usual run-of-the-mill stuff.

I’m not entirely sure where the ‘Bucket List’ term originated, but since I’m about to turn 50 and inherit my license for eccentricity, I’ve decided that I shall have a Pooh List. I know – I’m such a grown-up. And I’ve already ticked off several of the items on it: Continue reading