The first image that popped into my head when I saw this week's topic was Lady Justice holding her sword and set of scales. I deliberately removed the blindfold from my superhero interpretation as I think it's fairly impractical for someone wielding a sword. The hardest part was figuring out what she should wear. She went through several wardrobe changes; Robin-Hood-style, 17th-Century-frock-coat-and-rapier-style and Joan-of-Arc-style. Although her final costume is rather typical of recent hero-wear she seems most comfortable in this outfit. That and I have just finished reading Fray.

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So I thought I'd write something because I am not interested in seeing Bert Newton kiss Rove McManus, even if it for a good cause. Also, I figure, the computer is on, and it really doesn't take much effort to say a few words. It has recently come to my attention that there a few more people reading this little webby blog than I previously suspected (de-lurk, damn you!)

Today was the first in a regular series of Abbey being babysat by my mum. Richard and I went and saw Lemony Snickett's Series of Unfortunate Events which is beautiful and fun and Jim Carrey is almost restrained. Make sure you watch the end credits, they''re even more bee-yoo-tiful.

Then we went across the road to our local comic book store and the owner Remembered My Name. This is a significant event in my life as it has never been my habit to frequent stores often enough and chat with the staff long enough to become aquainted. It's neat. (Although our lovely local bottle shop people call me by name too, they cheat and look at my bank card first.) And then we spent so much money he gave us a generous discount. (Sandman #4, Transmetropolitan #3, Fray and Maus - it's a whole-of-life catch-up on quality comics thing.)

Now I've drunk a lovely beer from said bottle shop (Hargreaves Hill Pale - it's delicious if you can get it) and it's time to watch Iron Chef and get tangled up in some sock knitting I think. I'm feeling too lazy to add any links. Oh, come on. You can all use Google, right?

Here is my first foray into Illustration Friday territory. The topic this week is Disaster Relief which, for those of you who know me, is a pretty weird topic for me to start off with. Now last week's topic - Magic - would seem much more likely, but I spent ages scribbling on a bit of paper only to come up with nothing. This drawing just happened. So there. Felt-tip pen and pencil. Try not to laugh at their poor misshapen heads, I'm the first to identify as an amateur. To prove it, those dirty looking bits are where I smudged the texta with my hand as I was colouring in all the pretty t-shirts.

I feel like doing a year-end wrap up. I could do a series of ten best/worst lists. Only I hardly did ten of anything, so that seems kind of pointless. I saw four movies at the cinema last year. Four! They were all good though (Big Fish, Vanity Fair, Hero, The Incredibles).

I did manage to read over fifty books. Largely fiction, a smattering on parenting, knitting and graphic novels. No big surpirses there. Must try and read more general non-fiction this year.

Speaking of this year, here I present my very first Uberlist. That's 105 things to do in 2005. Wish me luck!

I don't think Nikol Lohr should call herself Disgruntled Housewife anymore. Something like Overexcited Schoolmistress would suit better. She's bought a circa 1940's school and plans to live in it and convert the rest to a writers' retreat. Check out the fittings. Built in lockers. Water fountains. A boiler room under the gym! I'm so envious it hurts.