Month: December 2008
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Lessons Learned in the Past 24 Hours If/when you get laid off, resist the urge to drown your sorrows for at least a few hours. Get to a computer, dust off your CV, and start sending emails. When you do go to drown your sorrows, get other people to pay. Note: Everybody is really, really…
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Laid offWell, at least you can all officially say that you now know someone who was a victim of the economic down-turn. Anybody have any good job leads?
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The Barefoot Contessa’s Ultimate Ginger Cookies I was flicking through my news feeds yesterday when this recipe started shouting at me. (No, really.) I’ve had some crystallized ginger in the pantry for ages, so I thought it might be a good way to use it up. Plus Rodd likes ginger a lot. I’m categorize myself…
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Why the heck am I getting a Depo-Provera shot every three months when I could just play the didgeridoo? (Look, I’m all for respecting traditional culture. But I walked through Circular Quay Sunday morning and a crowd of tourists was gathered around a 12-year-old white girl playing a didge, and I didn’t see any tribal…
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Best. Movie Tie-in. Ever. Now I just have to trick the Snook into wearing it! (Link courtesy of Jenny, who is a crazy Twi-hard no matter how much she tries to deny it.)
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If Twilight was 10 times shorter and 100 times more honest. Ha! I had some fun at the knitting event yesterday playing Horrify the Twilight Noob with Reecie. I think it was my explanation of the terrifically impenetrable amniotic sac surrounding vampire-human hybrid fetuses that nearly made her head explode.
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Jim’s Best Pranks from The Office. I friggin’ LOVE that show.
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Tough Bloke Challenge 2008We picked up Clare and Emily this morning and headed to Cataract Scout Park near Campbelltown. The drive took about an hour, so we got there in plenty of time for the 10am start to the inaugural Tough Bloke Challenge. Six hundred athletes lined up to run 8km through the woods and…
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Dead Air.So… not a lot of posting around here this week, huh? Sorry about that. It just turned into this Perfect Storm of non-posting conditions. Work was busy, life was busy, and there’s the added pressure of trying to finish everything off before the holidays. I also spent a couple nights helping the Morris and…
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This is the way the poo ice cream saga ends… not with a bang but a whimper. (With apologies to TS Eliot.)