There’s a hole in the roof of my house.

And through that hole the extensiony stuff has grown like some sort of invading creeper of fungus.

It’s both freaky and exciting. The doorway shape has so much promise. It’s like some sort of portal-in-construction, hinting at a whole new world beyond.

But the hole certainly makes the house cold. And every time it rains I get very very nervous, despite the big tarp preventing the rain coming inside.

In the meantime, I carefully tinked back a round on Pomatomus, counted the stitches, compared them to the chart, and found they were okay again. I have no idea what I did wrong. Do I care? Not really.

I didn’t get much done last night. The teev I watched was too rivetting. I’d recorded a late night show on SBS called Anatomy For Beginners. Not for the weak-stomached, this show. But fascinating. It’s bizzare, but it reminds me a bit of Iron Chef. There’s a big stadium-like room with an audience. Men in uniforms with assistants use sharp knives to explore this show’s theme ingredient/bodily system. And the Chairman has his match in the main guy doing the disections. Instead of glittery 80s style clothing, the Anatomy star’s fashion statement is an Indiana Jones or b&w crime flick style hat.

About the only other show that can make me put down the needles is Top Gear.