Month: June 2006
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EQUALIZER! Oh my stars and *%&!ing garters! HARRY KEWELL, YOU BEAUTY! All I can say is, it’s about goddamn time. Now we just have to hold on for ten minutes… Ten minutes later: Sweeeeeet. WE’RE THROUGH! But hey, that referee sucked, huh? And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Simonic get THREE yellow cards?
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Two great new Star Wars items linked on Boing Boing recently: Yoda Backpack and Millennium Falcon Transformer. Sweeeeet.
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Any of you Sydney females want to score some free movie tickets? I just got invited by the Nielsen people to watch a preview screening of a new TV show next Monday night, and they give you two free tickets for going. I can invite “three other female friends between 16-64.” Yeah, the whole thing…
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DietBlog: I’ve been quiet on the WW front lately, mostly because I put on a little bit two weeks ago (up to 79kg) and I haven’t done much to take it off. Last night I was due to get my Lifetime Membership, and I was a little depressed thinking that I was going to be…
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Umm, I received a postcard at the shop today from Ennis and Jack. That’s right; the two gay sock monkey cowboys I stitched six months ago sent me a postcard. It’s a picture of them in a little house. And I don’t think it was Craig the winner, because he’s in the US and this…
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Punny Dog Names. Ha! My favorites are “Chehuahua Guevara” and “Droolius Caesar.” (I also like “Gilgameow” for a cat.)
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I did have a big post about my long three-day weekend, but I lost it. Quick Summary: Friday I went to the Craft Show and bought a bunch of stuff I hadn’t planned. (Hello, Noro!) Then I went to Una’s with Miss Fee and ate a schnitzel the size of a dinner plate. (Mmm, schnitzel.)…
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Ooh! I had my first Chaser sighting today. It was Julian, and he was on my 483 bus from the city tonight. That brings my total to one, and the Snook’s to, like, fourteen. (The only people he claims to see more often are the hosts of the SBS Movie Show, which is weird because…
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Snookums informed me tonight that I have Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. And holy crap – I do! Case in point: it’s 10:30pm and he’s falling asleep on his feet. I’m wide awake and struggling against going to bed like a two-year-old.
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Fascinating article about a man whose sight was restored after fifty years. It turns out that while we sighted people imagine that seeing is just light hitting your eyes, there’s a lot more to it. And how weird is it that Virgil didn’t understand shadows? (I mean, I can totally understand how he didn’t, but…