This quote, that I read on the BBC website today.

"When we look to the future to give meaning to our lives, we lose the meaning we can make for ourselves here and now." - John Gray

Best christmas present ever

I posted a link to this for sale on ebay on facebook while ago, but it was about a hundred bucks and I really couldn't justify it. It was buy it now and when it ended and got relisted it was reduced to about $60 but it got bought pretty much straight away, which I took as a sign, since I never really get dressed up anyways. But today, I opened a box and there it was. Squuee!

Don't let (it, them) stop you...

Only when you are comfortable carrying the laptop you're watching a movie on to the toilet, and continuing to watch the movie while you're doing other important things, can you claim to be truly comfortable in yourself.

People judge, and while sometimes you cant rise above it, you can duck below it.

:P

#2

I love doing number twos, and it makes me sad that noone ever wants to talk about how awesome a good one is.

WD-40

I had no firelighters, but my fire is now well lit. Thanks, WD40.

MUGS!

So vistaprint has single side printed mugs for $3.75 each at the moment. So for the last 4 days I have been going mug crazy.

Yes, yes they are.

Cause it's quite likely that one of my friends actually is.

No joke, this cow has the exact same haircut as the boy we are trying to get to come along with us.

Meagan's Mug.

My mug. You like it.

It might be... we've got lots of mugs...

I'd kinda like to give this one to my dad...

I'mma let you finish, but this is the best coffee cup ever! - Kanye West

Anna's Mug

She's a popular lady, your girlfriend.

I've had 4 people ask me for this and I haven't even pressed the proceed to checkout button.

She does, actually. Though not so much now she has the caravan of love.

If you want one, let me know by Tuesday Night - after that they're back to $18 each.

'Bout Bloody Time...

And in quieter, lest ranty news than what's currently on the main blog, the Easter Bunny has been.

Manipulating Time Zones

I like buying stuff from America on a Thursday night my time, because they send it on a Friday morning their time, so it's doing it's American traveling on my weekend.

Amusing myself

I like to go to really old posts and comment with "I'm from the future, and..."

I suppose, technically, it would be more correct to say "I'm from your future" but that doesn't sound as cool.

Aussie Aussie Aussie!

Did you know that Mythbusters is produced by a group of Aussies, and that you hear them a lot on the outtakes episodes? There's something nice about hearing a familiar accent in a place you don't really expect it.

You know what I'm talking about...

So you've just finished the very last bit of your sewing and you pull the piece from the machine so you can cut your thread and the last tiny bit of thread on the bobbin pulls out. It's possibly the best feeling in the world. Like you've perfectly planned it that way, except really it's the sewing gods smiling on you.

The wonders of technology.

So there's a truly epic thunderstorm going on here right now. I unplugged my laptop when it started, since I have enough troubles with power cables exploding without adding in a lightning strike. And sure enough, the power has gone out, but here I am, typing away, and still accessing the internets just fine, using my mobile phone as a wifi modem.

Really, I don't think humanity has any more evolving to do.

Peeling an apple with a knife.

Despite the fact that it was my eighty-something grandmother that taught me how to do it, the reason I don't use a peeler is because this way makes me feel like Bear Gryls.

yum.

carrots and celery and cheeses philly and vintage, and chicken and fritz and grapes and apples.

Stealthy.

That, my friends, is a damn good word.

Crossovers FTW

Someone on facebook has just suggested that Fiona from Burn Notice blew up the warehouse in the finale episode of White Collar. I like that idea.

I makes sense to me now...

For reasons unknown, the math is much easier at 3am.

Boobies

Whenever I think to myself, "...gosh my boobies are small..." I can subsequently think "...but they're bigger than Debra Messing's..."

On the other hand, whenever I'm thinking to myself, "...gosh my boobies have gotten big lately..." I can subsequently think "...but at least they're not as big as Steph "Boobs" Vines'..."

Finafreakingly.

Scones. Tiny and perfect, with lots of Vegemite.

Hell yes.

Oh yeah.

I've been gunna-ing on making some kind of stand for my tablet. I had a wander around town today looking for a plate stand after we talked about them at the market, but I couldn't find any. So I've bought a plastic photo frame, and used elastic bands to hold the tablet on.

I will admit, it's a we bit precarious. But it'll do for now.

statcounter.com

If you have a blog, get an account.

Admittedly, I haven't set it up for this blog, but I'm so in love with seeing who's reading the big one.

Two negatives* make a positive.

If your shirt is really long, it doesn't matter if your fly is down.


*by negative, I mean below waistband height.

Hardboiled eggs.

Because sometimes, there's nothing else in the house to eat.

My Bed...

It has an electric blanket.

Warmth.

Does anyone else out there use their iron as a handy little heater?

It's a good idea.

Yum! (brrrt... ohh, excuse me...)

When eating baked beans, I like my tomato sauce to be as close as I can possibly get it to the surface temperature of lava. Which is an utterly ridiculous statement since lava only has a surface temperature, what with it being magma while it's still underground.

What I'm trying to say is... Baked Beans are good.

Bring on the farts!

Awww.

Not having the hiccups.

But unfortunately you only realise this when you do have hiccups.

The re-wee.

When you spend as much time on the loo as I do, you learn that the second wee, if you wait for it, and let it happen naturally, is so much better than the first.

Probably too much information, but really, it's the simple things in life that mean the most.

Time Team

But I cannot explain why.

Maybe it's genetic, since both Mum and Maddy are also big fans.

Ergo: not my fault.