I'm sorry you said what....?
Chinese state media says a Chinese woman's attempt to teach her dog how to drive proved a costly error, as her car crashed into an oncoming vehicle.
*beat*
*yeh totally saw that one coming*
Xinhua news agency reports no one - including the dog - was injured, but both vehicles were slightly damaged.
*beat*
*she was obviously already brain damaged, or living in a cartoon*
Xinhua says the accident happened recently in the city of Hohhot, capital of north China's Inner Mongolia region.
The woman, surnamed Li, had noticed how fond the dog was of crouching on the wheel, and thought it should have a go at steering the car.
*a reasonable daydream, however not such a reasonable ACTION*
She herself operated the accelerator and the brake.
No wonder they're only allowed one child...
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Autobus.
Things I don’t like about buses:
-You can’t get off them.
-Nobody else can get off them either.
-Nor can you throw someone out the window when you get sick of them.
-When drunk people continually accidentally lock the toilet door from the outside, and one has been drinking, it can make for quite an uncomfortable ride.
-Somewhere that takes me 4 hours to drive to in a car takes 6 hours on a bus.
-It takes 20 minutes to put snow chains on a bus.
-You don’t get to choose Hicksville (which ordinarily isn’t terrible, except when there’s nothing open but a dirty pub).
Things I like about buses:
-You can sit back and laugh/drink/sleep and not have to worry about concentrating for 4 ½ hours. Consequently you are less tired when you arrive at a destination, and MUCH less tired when you arrive home again.
-That’s about it.
-You can’t get off them.
-Nobody else can get off them either.
-Nor can you throw someone out the window when you get sick of them.
-When drunk people continually accidentally lock the toilet door from the outside, and one has been drinking, it can make for quite an uncomfortable ride.
-Somewhere that takes me 4 hours to drive to in a car takes 6 hours on a bus.
-It takes 20 minutes to put snow chains on a bus.
-You don’t get to choose Hicksville (which ordinarily isn’t terrible, except when there’s nothing open but a dirty pub).
Things I like about buses:
-You can sit back and laugh/drink/sleep and not have to worry about concentrating for 4 ½ hours. Consequently you are less tired when you arrive at a destination, and MUCH less tired when you arrive home again.
-That’s about it.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Ribbit Ribbit
Well... i'm about to chuff off for the weekend. Up to the snow. Do a snow dance for me.
I leave you with this delightful task...
http://www.matthewbarr.co.uk/muppets/
Apparently i'm Kermit...
I leave you with this delightful task...
http://www.matthewbarr.co.uk/muppets/
Apparently i'm Kermit...
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Camels
This photo was taken from above. The white marks are the camels, the black ones are just shadows. Amazing huh?
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Nerd nerd nerd nerd
Ok. I've resigned myself to the fact that I really am a nerd. A funky nerd, but a nerd nonetheless.*
The reason that I am suddenly so sure that I am now a fully fledged nerd is this:
Last night I got home at 10.30pm to find my long awaited uni study materials in a package on the kitchen bench. I had dinner, had a shower, went to bed, and promptly ripped open the package and proceeded to spend 2 hours reading all the information through. The study period doesn't even start for another week.
The funny thing is, i am SO excited to be studying again. I dropped out of my BA from Melbourne uni a few years ago because I hated it so much. Now, i've decided what I want to do, and GOSHDARNIT I'm going to do it well.
Geez it's nice to be back to my roots.
See. Nerd.
*this is how one of my best friends described me a couple of weeks ago, so it must be true. Actually, I think she used the word dork. Perhaps not quite the same as nerd. Still....
The reason that I am suddenly so sure that I am now a fully fledged nerd is this:
Last night I got home at 10.30pm to find my long awaited uni study materials in a package on the kitchen bench. I had dinner, had a shower, went to bed, and promptly ripped open the package and proceeded to spend 2 hours reading all the information through. The study period doesn't even start for another week.
The funny thing is, i am SO excited to be studying again. I dropped out of my BA from Melbourne uni a few years ago because I hated it so much. Now, i've decided what I want to do, and GOSHDARNIT I'm going to do it well.
Geez it's nice to be back to my roots.
See. Nerd.
*this is how one of my best friends described me a couple of weeks ago, so it must be true. Actually, I think she used the word dork. Perhaps not quite the same as nerd. Still....
Monday, August 21, 2006
Early is as early does.
Well it’s Monday again. How on earth can last week AND the weekend ALL be over AGAIN????
No matter how, they are.
Have you ever been mildly embarrassed by your actions whilst absolutely exhausted and more than a little drunk? On Saturday night, after an absolutely enormous and quite stressful day, I was in aforementioned state, and having successfully negotiated my way down two flights of stairs from an upstairs bar to a downstairs bar, tripped down the final three. I landed on all fours on the ground, and as a consequence of this, have a rather sore and quite swollen right ankle.
Now, I am quite sure I was not horribly, awfully and revoltingly pissed enough to be stumbling down the stairs. Therefore my only conclusion can be that I in fact tripped over my own shoes. Clumsy, yes. Alcoholic, no. My reasoning for this is simply that I had the grace to be embarrassed by landing on the dirty floor in the middle of the bar, and that I could not simply laugh it off at the time as I would have were I pissed enough, although I am all too happy to laugh at myself now.
No, I didn’t laugh. I cracked the shits.
I sat at the downstairs bar grumbling to myself for a good 15 minutes whilst the boys were upstairs finishing off their lame and unsuccessful attempts at picking up.* I then hobbled out to a cab, and proceeded to drunk dial three of my friends all the way home, and in bed for half an hour. I remember some of what was said.
Really though, I’m not terribly ashamed of any of these things. What I am most put out about is that I was at home and in bed by midnight, when most decent nights are only just beginning. I think I must be getting old.
*I must admit, my dear brother did stay with me and listen to my moaning for at least 5 minutes before escaping back upstairs to gyrate to the lovely selection of 80s tunes on display.
No matter how, they are.
Have you ever been mildly embarrassed by your actions whilst absolutely exhausted and more than a little drunk? On Saturday night, after an absolutely enormous and quite stressful day, I was in aforementioned state, and having successfully negotiated my way down two flights of stairs from an upstairs bar to a downstairs bar, tripped down the final three. I landed on all fours on the ground, and as a consequence of this, have a rather sore and quite swollen right ankle.
Now, I am quite sure I was not horribly, awfully and revoltingly pissed enough to be stumbling down the stairs. Therefore my only conclusion can be that I in fact tripped over my own shoes. Clumsy, yes. Alcoholic, no. My reasoning for this is simply that I had the grace to be embarrassed by landing on the dirty floor in the middle of the bar, and that I could not simply laugh it off at the time as I would have were I pissed enough, although I am all too happy to laugh at myself now.
No, I didn’t laugh. I cracked the shits.
I sat at the downstairs bar grumbling to myself for a good 15 minutes whilst the boys were upstairs finishing off their lame and unsuccessful attempts at picking up.* I then hobbled out to a cab, and proceeded to drunk dial three of my friends all the way home, and in bed for half an hour. I remember some of what was said.
Really though, I’m not terribly ashamed of any of these things. What I am most put out about is that I was at home and in bed by midnight, when most decent nights are only just beginning. I think I must be getting old.
*I must admit, my dear brother did stay with me and listen to my moaning for at least 5 minutes before escaping back upstairs to gyrate to the lovely selection of 80s tunes on display.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Ow.
I have recently returned to the gym after a rather long hiatus. and by rather long i mean going from swimming 70kms a week and running 40kms a week to sitting on my arse doing nothing for four years. Earlier this year i got into going to the gym semi-regularly... and then I went to Japan to go skiing, and things all went downhill after that (no pun intended). I really struggle going to the gym at 9pm after a 13 hour day of work. Not surprising really, but not really a sufficient excuse either. So i'm back into it. I'm back into doing things.
Last weekend i started dancing... Best.Fun.I've.Ever.Had.With.My.Clothes.On. Seriously.
Then on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday i swam each night. And last night, i went to the gym and trained for an hour and a half with my best friend who happens to be a personal trainer. I think i used every piece of equipment in that gym. Twice. I've decided i'm going to get hot for summer. I've also decided it's going to hurt.* Today, my legs, my butt, my shoulders, my arms, my back... they are all sore. The trouble is that I know my muscles don't REALLY stiffen up and get sore for about 30-36 hours after I train. So for them to be sore now, means that by tomorrow morning, i'm seriously not going to be able to move at all.
Tonight i'm doing a spin class. Whoever invented spin must be one of the craziest (and possibly richest) kids on the block. I like to imagine their thought process as something like this:
"Lets get a group of 30 crazy people to sit on a bike and sweat for an hour in the tiniest room possible on THE most uncomfortable seat imagineable, and be shouted at by a skinny, hot and suntanned woman. Lets spread the myth that this class burns a million calories, and that if you do it twice a week you will look just like the skinny, hot and suntanned woman shouting at you."
I'm slightly concerned that I might get dizzy, due to my complete lack of fitness, and fall off the bike. However, i wont' REALLY fall off... i'll just get halfway to the ground and jolt to a stop because my feet won't come out of those stupid little racing shoe feet cleat things, and the pedals won't stop moving. Chances are, nobody will actually notice I'm unconscious, just as long as the pedals keep moving.
I'll let you know if i'm still alive on monday.
Have a lovely weekend everybody.
ooh one more thing: I just met my first real-life blog person. The adorable Kiki and I discovered we work just around the corner from each other, and had lunch today. Does this make me a proper e-nerd? Can i join the club?
*NB I'm not particularly enamoured of the fact that it's going to hurt, but it is just that, a fact.
Last weekend i started dancing... Best.Fun.I've.Ever.Had.With.My.Clothes.On. Seriously.
Then on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday i swam each night. And last night, i went to the gym and trained for an hour and a half with my best friend who happens to be a personal trainer. I think i used every piece of equipment in that gym. Twice. I've decided i'm going to get hot for summer. I've also decided it's going to hurt.* Today, my legs, my butt, my shoulders, my arms, my back... they are all sore. The trouble is that I know my muscles don't REALLY stiffen up and get sore for about 30-36 hours after I train. So for them to be sore now, means that by tomorrow morning, i'm seriously not going to be able to move at all.
Tonight i'm doing a spin class. Whoever invented spin must be one of the craziest (and possibly richest) kids on the block. I like to imagine their thought process as something like this:
"Lets get a group of 30 crazy people to sit on a bike and sweat for an hour in the tiniest room possible on THE most uncomfortable seat imagineable, and be shouted at by a skinny, hot and suntanned woman. Lets spread the myth that this class burns a million calories, and that if you do it twice a week you will look just like the skinny, hot and suntanned woman shouting at you."
I'm slightly concerned that I might get dizzy, due to my complete lack of fitness, and fall off the bike. However, i wont' REALLY fall off... i'll just get halfway to the ground and jolt to a stop because my feet won't come out of those stupid little racing shoe feet cleat things, and the pedals won't stop moving. Chances are, nobody will actually notice I'm unconscious, just as long as the pedals keep moving.
I'll let you know if i'm still alive on monday.
Have a lovely weekend everybody.
ooh one more thing: I just met my first real-life blog person. The adorable Kiki and I discovered we work just around the corner from each other, and had lunch today. Does this make me a proper e-nerd? Can i join the club?
*NB I'm not particularly enamoured of the fact that it's going to hurt, but it is just that, a fact.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Disappointment
I'm really disappointed, and it disappoints me to be disappointed... if that makes any sense at all. I'm disappointed in one of my friends, and the way she treated me, and the way she treated our friendship.
Just as a future reference for anybody who knows me and is thinking of using the following excuses:
-oh i didn't remember until i saw the photos
-oh i was so drunk i didn't know what i was doing
don't use them with me. Being insanely drunk doesn't change who you are, or the way you treat your friends, and if it does, then you've got a problem.
NB. I wrote this post on Tuesday night, and somehow it didn't post, it was saved as a draft. Since I wrote it, said friend has gone a long way toward redeeming herself and is, I know, sincerely apologetic.
Just as a future reference for anybody who knows me and is thinking of using the following excuses:
-oh i didn't remember until i saw the photos
-oh i was so drunk i didn't know what i was doing
don't use them with me. Being insanely drunk doesn't change who you are, or the way you treat your friends, and if it does, then you've got a problem.
NB. I wrote this post on Tuesday night, and somehow it didn't post, it was saved as a draft. Since I wrote it, said friend has gone a long way toward redeeming herself and is, I know, sincerely apologetic.
"And....Action"
Do you ever wonder what happens on tv when a scene ends after a particularly awkward and cringe-worthy conversation has just taken place? Do you thinkg to yourself, "hmm I wonder how on earth he/she/it got out of that one."
I was pondering this last night while watching Will & Grace (one of my favourite mindless shows, largely because it's often on foxtel when nothing else is on). It made me realise something: while I'm watching people on tv, I forget that they're acting. I forget that i'm not ACTUALLY watching their REAL lives, and that when the cameras stop rolling, they don't have to somehow back themselves out of an awkward corner, and retreat with their tail between their legs, and fervently hope that they don't run into awkward-conversation-partner on the street somewhere.
I think this particularly stuck with me, because I often get myself into awkward situations. I have a habit of not thinking particularly carefully about HOW i'm going to say what I want to say, which means it just comes out wrong, people misunderstand whatI was trying to say, and give me funny looks with their head cocked to the side. Trying to explain what I really meant often only exacerbates the situation, leaving people thinking that I truly am either quite crazy or particularly crass (whereas it's really somewhat of a combination of the two, with some good looks, charm and personality mixed in). I often wish that, just like on tv, someone would yell CUT, and I could go back to my lovely dressing room and have rampant sex with my sexy co-star.
Oh for my life to be on tv.
I was pondering this last night while watching Will & Grace (one of my favourite mindless shows, largely because it's often on foxtel when nothing else is on). It made me realise something: while I'm watching people on tv, I forget that they're acting. I forget that i'm not ACTUALLY watching their REAL lives, and that when the cameras stop rolling, they don't have to somehow back themselves out of an awkward corner, and retreat with their tail between their legs, and fervently hope that they don't run into awkward-conversation-partner on the street somewhere.
I think this particularly stuck with me, because I often get myself into awkward situations. I have a habit of not thinking particularly carefully about HOW i'm going to say what I want to say, which means it just comes out wrong, people misunderstand whatI was trying to say, and give me funny looks with their head cocked to the side. Trying to explain what I really meant often only exacerbates the situation, leaving people thinking that I truly am either quite crazy or particularly crass (whereas it's really somewhat of a combination of the two, with some good looks, charm and personality mixed in). I often wish that, just like on tv, someone would yell CUT, and I could go back to my lovely dressing room and have rampant sex with my sexy co-star.
Oh for my life to be on tv.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Dirty Skanky Trashbags
Ok... if I ever thought that I (or any of my friends) had been a dirty skanky trashbag before, I now realise that no matter how trashed we get, we could never be any kind of competition whatsoever for the really gifted amateurs (calling them pros is a bit harsh, although they're not far off).
If it looks like trash, it sounds like trash, it behaves like trash, you'd sure as hell want to be treating it like trash.
Take some advice brother dear... throw out the trash.
If it looks like trash, it sounds like trash, it behaves like trash, you'd sure as hell want to be treating it like trash.
Take some advice brother dear... throw out the trash.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Ageing.
Today i'm a year older than I was yesterday. According to some, I have aged a year, developed a year's wisdom and maturity in just one day... It puzzles me how some people can place such importance on a number... I know many people my age who are alot more immature than I am. I know many people much older than me who seem so much younger. Sometimes I feel old. Sometimes I feel young. None of it is as a result of or reflected by my age is in years.
I've now been around for 23 years, but my experiences are what makes me. My age is but a number on a page.
I've now been around for 23 years, but my experiences are what makes me. My age is but a number on a page.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
bits and pieces (much about moosic)
Well Hello there.
Oi. You. I'm talking to you.
Yes. You.
So what's been happening in your life lately?
Not much?
Yeh me too.
Cannot.Be.Fucked.Doing.Anything.At.All.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I've been doing quite alot of work, especially considering that my boss is away for two weeks (yes, my dad is my boss, this creates double relief).
I've been watching alot of dvds. Some good, others not so.
I have been engaged in regular witty banter (as is the majority of my conversation... witty, that is) with many people. One in particular at work. Perhaps not so witty as sarcastic. I know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Still cracks me up (read: I crack me up).
Apparently today I "look like I need a coffee." This is not a good thing.
Hey, it's not my fault that yesterday I had a FABULOUS hair day (invoking many comments from many people) and today i'm having a terrible hair day (apparently, sure to invoke almost as many comments... the bastards).
Ooh i bought a ticket to Pearl Jam. They'd better play MY FAVOURITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD. If they don't I will be quite put out. That said, i'm quite sure that I will adore the entire concert, whether they play it or not, and my opinion of Eddie Vedder can never be diminished.
Ooh again. Live tickets come out next week. Yay. Much music this year. Also, am currently looking at buying a U2 ticket on ebay. Ridiculously over-priced, I know. However i'm terribly disorganised at knowing when tickets go on sale. I figure this may be my last chance ever to see them live.
I heard Melbourne hip hop group TZU live at Hotham a couple of weeks ago. I'm in love with them too. I really do love GOOD rap. I adore words that just...FIT. Words that work. Words and rhythm. Rhythm and melody. That's what the world is all about. Or if it's not, it should be.
ooh speaking about other moosic i adore (from one extreme to the other). One of our family friends Bridget A'Beckett writes and sings her own songs, and is trying to make a go of it in music. I absolutely love her songs, and I think she has a real way with invoking emotion from her words. I'm not just saying this because she's a beautiful person, but because I genuinely think she is talented and could be really successful. You can buy her music on her website, or you can also find it in Itunes now (how excitement). It's only 10 bucks i think for her EP which has 6 songs on it. So do yourselves a favour, and have a listen. Also, she's performing live in Melbourne at Manchester Lane on the 31st of August, it's also only 10 bucks, so it would be great if you could support some great local music.
okey dokey. i fink that's it for today.
Oi. You. I'm talking to you.
Yes. You.
So what's been happening in your life lately?
Not much?
Yeh me too.
Cannot.Be.Fucked.Doing.Anything.At.All.
Actually, that's not entirely true. I've been doing quite alot of work, especially considering that my boss is away for two weeks (yes, my dad is my boss, this creates double relief).
I've been watching alot of dvds. Some good, others not so.
I have been engaged in regular witty banter (as is the majority of my conversation... witty, that is) with many people. One in particular at work. Perhaps not so witty as sarcastic. I know, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Still cracks me up (read: I crack me up).
Apparently today I "look like I need a coffee." This is not a good thing.
Hey, it's not my fault that yesterday I had a FABULOUS hair day (invoking many comments from many people) and today i'm having a terrible hair day (apparently, sure to invoke almost as many comments... the bastards).
Ooh i bought a ticket to Pearl Jam. They'd better play MY FAVOURITE SONG IN THE WHOLE WORLD. If they don't I will be quite put out. That said, i'm quite sure that I will adore the entire concert, whether they play it or not, and my opinion of Eddie Vedder can never be diminished.
Ooh again. Live tickets come out next week. Yay. Much music this year. Also, am currently looking at buying a U2 ticket on ebay. Ridiculously over-priced, I know. However i'm terribly disorganised at knowing when tickets go on sale. I figure this may be my last chance ever to see them live.
I heard Melbourne hip hop group TZU live at Hotham a couple of weeks ago. I'm in love with them too. I really do love GOOD rap. I adore words that just...FIT. Words that work. Words and rhythm. Rhythm and melody. That's what the world is all about. Or if it's not, it should be.
ooh speaking about other moosic i adore (from one extreme to the other). One of our family friends Bridget A'Beckett writes and sings her own songs, and is trying to make a go of it in music. I absolutely love her songs, and I think she has a real way with invoking emotion from her words. I'm not just saying this because she's a beautiful person, but because I genuinely think she is talented and could be really successful. You can buy her music on her website, or you can also find it in Itunes now (how excitement). It's only 10 bucks i think for her EP which has 6 songs on it. So do yourselves a favour, and have a listen. Also, she's performing live in Melbourne at Manchester Lane on the 31st of August, it's also only 10 bucks, so it would be great if you could support some great local music.
okey dokey. i fink that's it for today.
Monday, August 07, 2006
work work work
I know many people are very strongly opposed to Australia's new industrial relations reforms. I must admit that I am really not a very political person. I don't particularly dislike John Howard and the liberals, but I don't particularly like Kim Beazley and the labour party. I don't have anything against people who are particularly swayed either way... Many of my friends are staunch supporters of one or the other side. Generally I don't engage in political discussions because I don't feel that have the necessary information or feel the need to put up a convincing argument. I believe every person is entitled to his or her own view, and should vote accordingly.
As far as the IR reforms go, I know that there are alot of people out there who will be screwed over by them: people who can't, for whatever reason, negotiate for themselves, people who are put in a certainly unenviable and often untenable position by their employers. However, I'm the daughter of a small-business owner. I work for his small business, the same one that our family has been running for 25 years. My view on these reforms are based on the struggle that i've seen my dad go through, particularly over the last few years, with employees who think they have the world owed to them, and who were virtually impossible to sack. He was taken to the workers tribunal by the ONE woman he finally did need to sack: a woman who had been stealing, lying, cheating and sowing discord within our workplace. He gave her a MORE than fair severance (alot more than she was owed, certainly more than he had to give her), and was then ordered to pay her 6 months salary. He thought it worth the money to get rid of her.
My dad is a very fair employer. Actually, he's more than fair, he's generous. Many of his employees have been with him for 10, 15 some for 20 years. He doesn't sack people "just because." He doesn't sack people because they cause him a few headaches. He hasn't sacked people and re-hired them, forcing them to sign workplace agreements. In fact, nothing here has changed, conditions or pay-wise since the new laws came into effect. He is one of the honest employers who will greatly benefit from the fewer restrictions placed on small businesses under the new laws.
This morning I read an opinion piece in The Age by Paul Sheehan. In it, he refers to the advertising campaign against the IR reforms, the ones with the so-called "tv martyrs" who have all lost their jobs since June the new laws came into effect. I must admit, i am habitually cynical about the validity and authenticity of such advertisements. Sheehan writes: "When the new federal agency set up to protect workers' rights, the Office of Workplace Services (OWS), investigated most of these cases, it found the bulk of the claims were a load of crap. The new industrial relations laws were not to blame for the dismissals." Apparently I was right to be sceptical.
I don't think that there will ever be a government that everybody agrees on, it is the way of the world. There will never be industrial relations laws that work for everyone. Sad, but true. I do think though, that if either side is going to engage in advertising of any description, they should at least present the truth.
As far as the IR reforms go, I know that there are alot of people out there who will be screwed over by them: people who can't, for whatever reason, negotiate for themselves, people who are put in a certainly unenviable and often untenable position by their employers. However, I'm the daughter of a small-business owner. I work for his small business, the same one that our family has been running for 25 years. My view on these reforms are based on the struggle that i've seen my dad go through, particularly over the last few years, with employees who think they have the world owed to them, and who were virtually impossible to sack. He was taken to the workers tribunal by the ONE woman he finally did need to sack: a woman who had been stealing, lying, cheating and sowing discord within our workplace. He gave her a MORE than fair severance (alot more than she was owed, certainly more than he had to give her), and was then ordered to pay her 6 months salary. He thought it worth the money to get rid of her.
My dad is a very fair employer. Actually, he's more than fair, he's generous. Many of his employees have been with him for 10, 15 some for 20 years. He doesn't sack people "just because." He doesn't sack people because they cause him a few headaches. He hasn't sacked people and re-hired them, forcing them to sign workplace agreements. In fact, nothing here has changed, conditions or pay-wise since the new laws came into effect. He is one of the honest employers who will greatly benefit from the fewer restrictions placed on small businesses under the new laws.
This morning I read an opinion piece in The Age by Paul Sheehan. In it, he refers to the advertising campaign against the IR reforms, the ones with the so-called "tv martyrs" who have all lost their jobs since June the new laws came into effect. I must admit, i am habitually cynical about the validity and authenticity of such advertisements. Sheehan writes: "When the new federal agency set up to protect workers' rights, the Office of Workplace Services (OWS), investigated most of these cases, it found the bulk of the claims were a load of crap. The new industrial relations laws were not to blame for the dismissals." Apparently I was right to be sceptical.
I don't think that there will ever be a government that everybody agrees on, it is the way of the world. There will never be industrial relations laws that work for everyone. Sad, but true. I do think though, that if either side is going to engage in advertising of any description, they should at least present the truth.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Do you know me?
Do you know me?
Have you been commenting for a while and feel you know me?
oh bugger that shit... do you want to come to my birthday party?
Saturday the 12th of August at Party time.
Please come.
email me, and if I think i trust you to be nice to my friends, i'll send you my address :)
that said, i love you all.
Have you been commenting for a while and feel you know me?
oh bugger that shit... do you want to come to my birthday party?
Saturday the 12th of August at Party time.
Please come.
email me, and if I think i trust you to be nice to my friends, i'll send you my address :)
that said, i love you all.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Ok. i've seen this on a few different blogs today... so I felt that I needed to join in the fun. Plus, i really really like these types of things. So without further ado... more about me:
yourself: slightly crazy but lovable
your partner: non-existent
your hair: in braids and in need of a chop
your mother: dedicated and conservative
your father: hard-working and quick-witted
favourite item: probably my laptop, or more important the tv series on it.
your dream last night: i dont' remember... i was dead to the world last night.
your favourite drink: water, coffee, vodka
your dream home: comfortable, and not in the sticks
the room you're in: Grey walls and flourescent lights
your pleasure: socialising
your fear: mediocrity
where you want to be in 10 years: happy
who you hung out with last night: my teddy bear
what you're not: boring
your best friends: the best ever
wish list item: a new bed
your gender: female
the last thing you did: wrote an email
the last thing you ate: lasagne
your life: busy
the last person you talked to on the phone: guy from work
who are you thinking of now: myself :-p
movie movie on the screen...
Oh my god there are so many movies coming out soon that I want to see.
First of all, I must explain, that I am not particularly discerning when it comes to choice of movies. Trashy or classy, chick flick or action, I’m just not fussed. There are ones I would choose to see first, but if I had enough time in the week, I would see every movie that was on, regardless of how wonderful or terrible it looked.
At one stage, during my “typical arts student” phase, I would leave home in the morning, looking, to all intents and purposes, like I was going to uni, but I would sneak off to Victoria Gardens and watch 2 or 3 movies in a row. Alternatively, I’d get to uni, with every intention of going to class, and see someone on the way, get talking, miss the start of the class, and decide (rather selflessly I might add), not to interrupt the class, and to go over to the lovely Nova instead.
Recently, however, I’ve had very little time to watch movies. At my low point, I actually went a couple of months without once setting foot inside a cinema. It was tragic. Thankfully, I’ve been able to remedy that over the last little while, and have generally been seeing at least one movie every couple of weeks. The good thing about not having seen EVERYTHING that comes out at the movies is, of course, that I can find dvds I haven’t yet seen. This makes DVD nights much easier!
So without further ado… the list of movies coming out in the next month that I’m really really really really looking forward to, and then the list that I’ll probably see anyway!
Hoodwinked (yes, it’s a cartoon)
Just my Luck
Libertine (Johnny “oh my god he’s so sexy” Depp)
Miami Vice (Collin Farrell)
Chaos (Ryan Phillippe)
Man About Town
Thankyou for Smoking
United 93
And it’s not coming out until September, but I REALLY can’t wait to see The Devil Wears Prada.
First of all, I must explain, that I am not particularly discerning when it comes to choice of movies. Trashy or classy, chick flick or action, I’m just not fussed. There are ones I would choose to see first, but if I had enough time in the week, I would see every movie that was on, regardless of how wonderful or terrible it looked.
At one stage, during my “typical arts student” phase, I would leave home in the morning, looking, to all intents and purposes, like I was going to uni, but I would sneak off to Victoria Gardens and watch 2 or 3 movies in a row. Alternatively, I’d get to uni, with every intention of going to class, and see someone on the way, get talking, miss the start of the class, and decide (rather selflessly I might add), not to interrupt the class, and to go over to the lovely Nova instead.
Recently, however, I’ve had very little time to watch movies. At my low point, I actually went a couple of months without once setting foot inside a cinema. It was tragic. Thankfully, I’ve been able to remedy that over the last little while, and have generally been seeing at least one movie every couple of weeks. The good thing about not having seen EVERYTHING that comes out at the movies is, of course, that I can find dvds I haven’t yet seen. This makes DVD nights much easier!
So without further ado… the list of movies coming out in the next month that I’m really really really really looking forward to, and then the list that I’ll probably see anyway!
Hoodwinked (yes, it’s a cartoon)
Just my Luck
Libertine (Johnny “oh my god he’s so sexy” Depp)
Miami Vice (Collin Farrell)
Chaos (Ryan Phillippe)
Man About Town
Thankyou for Smoking
United 93
And it’s not coming out until September, but I REALLY can’t wait to see The Devil Wears Prada.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I do miss my little boy...
The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue.
-Anonymous
Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful.
-Ann Landers
If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.
-Will Rogers
There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.
-Ben Williams
We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made.
-M. Acklam
If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.
-James Thurber
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
-Mark Twain
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
-Roger Caras
If you think dogs can't count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them.
-Phil Pastoret
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