Relative As Clockwork.

A couple of years ago I heard somebody mention the idea that our experience of the speed of time passing is relative to the percentage the given period represents of our lives so far lived. So a month of school holidays when you're eight years old can seem like forever, while exactly the same stretch away from work thirty years later will probably pass in a flash. The longer you live, the shorter each month will feel. There can be exceptional circumstances which reverse this trend - when watching Pirates of the Carribbean 3 for instance, kids will probably find the yo-hoing all-too-soon over while an adult may feel like an excruciating lifetime has crawled by. But that isn't the point. The point is how quickly years - and this year in particular -  get away. So with apologies for the lack of regular updates from your rapidly ageing blogger in this fast-escaping year, it's over to Leunig, who nails it once again.

Oh, and excuse the oddly small sizing of the cartoon -  another tangle with Blogger's weird settings. It's either this or so large it spills into the column on the right. To see it on a scale not requiring your magnifying glass, do just click on it. A pleasing lack of eye strain should ensue.

These Rocks Don't Lose Their Shape. Unfortunately.

For those who came in late, the high-voltage excitation of a federal election is currently coursing through the lumpen mass of the country's body politic. Prognosis is of course poor, two heads one brain, a deformed basket case version of any genuine ideals, I can't go on I'll go on, etc..  To celebrate this fabulous event I thought I should post two little gems from a couple of those cartoonists I was getting all worshipful of. The Leunig is only from a few years back, but the Pryor piece, which feels like it's straight outta last week - is from 1977. How sad is that? Oh, and apologies if the picture quality isn't great - they were photographed straight off our fridge. Yep, it's that kind of fridge.