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February 12th, 2010

In shock for the loss of one the all time great inspirational talents.

RIP Alexander McQueen.

February 11th, 2010

Well that settles it…

Amy Acker is the CUTEST EVER (as always) in Julie & Julia
I’ve left this blog and quite a few others dormant this last month or so, since my health has taken a rather swift nose dive and real life is a merciless slave driver as I’m sure EVERYONE knows.

But. A few hours ago, a resplendent Bec flew into our room all aglow and announced that, after wanting to watch it since she’d first heard about it, she’d just finished watching Julie & Julia that she thought it was LOVELY, that I’d especially enjoy ‘Julia’s’ … Well its hard to replicate on the page, let’s just go with her exuberant sound… ;) And if Greg didn’t mind did I want to watch it before I went to sleep.

Having been entranced by its concept when Bec first told me about the film months ago, I managed to persuade (and by persuade I mean flippantly ask if he’d mind in a casual manner with a kiss or two for good measure) Greg to let me watch it and carefully went to the lounge to take Bec up on her offer.

WELL! After thinking I’d watch it while doing some other things I was utterly taken by the first ten minutes, turned off everything, shut my computer and started it from the beginning to pay PROPER attention.

I loved EVERY SINGLE MOMENT! It was just, joyous, and fun, and INSPIRING! When I rate it for my darn movie challenge (this is the FIRST movie we’ve seen this month – SLACKERS!) I’ll be rating it out of butter. Delicious, glorious, sticks of butter. And I’m mentally ready to BURST FORTH into the kitchen and cook up a zillion storms and blog about them profusely.

Now if my damn body would just oblige me.

But I don’t care, next week while at Mum & Dad’s I’m planning on taking LIBERAL liberties with their stand mixer and get January & February’s Daring Baker’s challenges done and dusted. And hopefully DELICIOUSLY!

I saw my genius massage therapist, Mr Beaton, today and I’m going to see him again the Tuesday following our return anyway, so he can undo any punishment I’ve done to myself over that week. Which I’m sure wont be that much since my darling partner will be looming over me the whole time making hrrmmmmm faces and generally telling me to rest. WHICH I PROMISE TO HEED.



January 15th, 2010

Thirty Day Challenge. Day 03: Your Favourite TV Show

I admit, I’m bad at picking ONE thing alone that I love. And my favourites – especially with tv – change so frequently depending on my mood, where I am in my life and, in this case, how CRAP the writing has gotten… xD

But, in terms of CURRENT TV, I’m going with the three shows I most care/fangirl about. Though, bear in mind I’m not including shows like Top Gear, Grand Designs or ANYTHING River Cottage. Cause otherwise this list would be six. Which I guess it is now. Huh.

ANYWAY, so about those “three” tv shows… *whistles* read more »

January 10th, 2010

Thirty Day Challenge. Day 02: Your favourite film

Amelie (Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain)

Amelie (Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain)

I confess, I am rather behind in this challenge. I feel it is because I started it at around 2am on the 7th and that threw me off. Or at least that’s a pleasant fiction I tell myself instead of admitting that life and my health have been the actual factors at play.

When faced with the daunting task of choosing JUST. ONE. MOVIE. As a favourite, I felt it just COULD NOT be done. I love so many films, and I count many as all time favourites – my flixter favourite count is 60+ and there’s a lot still to be added.

But, after a little while of sitting quietly (yes I AM capable of it, despite all apparent protests to the opposite) I realised no that it wasn’t that hard and I narrowed it down to two. And then realised that of those two, in my heart of hearts I could narrow that down once again to one, shining, beautiful piece of cinema.

Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s quaint, quirky and visually rich Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain is just too too beautiful to NOT be the most beloved favourite.

Sorry, Stranger Than Fiction. You’re awesome, you have flours, but you clearly needed to feature a much more over-saturated cross-processed look to win this girl over completely. ;)

January 6th, 2010

Thirty Day Challenge. Day 01: Your favourite song

Before I actually do this whole thing, I want to go on record that: I HAVE A MASSIVE PROBLEM WITH THIS CHALLENGE! Namingly: this challenge includes me having only ONE favourite book/movie/song. THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE. And thusly I’m going to interpret these as loosely as I like. So there. xD

So for day one, I’m listing my top 25 most played songs on my iTunes list. These songs are all rated five stars (bar one I believe) and though I love with a vengeance many, many MANY other songs – I’ve got to draw the line SOMEWHERE. xD

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December 26th, 2009


Or as a friend would have it, MERRY KISSMASS! :D :D :D

December 19th, 2009

To Saint Nick, we’re just saying no…

Post cricket subjection and pre dinner, Greg’s Mum switched over to Carols By Candlelight and laughingly commented that I was CLEARLY not a fan of the Wiggles and their Christmas exploits. Shuddering, I confirmed that I was clearly not and that I would definitely NOT be subjecting their future grandkids to such a fate.

Amused, she remarked that that was what Grandparents were for, though her mood changed and she sat aghast when I mentioned not teaching these theoretical children about Santa either.

This afternoon, whilst drowning in masses of dried cranberries and fruit cake mixture I idly began wondering about the ‘to Santa or not to Santa’ question. When I was a child, unless I knew the person under the suit, I thought Santa was a massive pedophile and was… Not a fan, shall we say, of climbing into a strange man’s lap.

And then this evening I came across THIS little gem from the bowels of the internet:

Crack head Santa: So Supernatural it hurts. From Alberts EYE @ flickr

Crack head Santa: So Supernatural it hurts. From Albert's EYE @ flickr

Decision made. Operation: Aggressively refrain from teaching conjectured kids that Santa exists? Engaged.

December 4th, 2009

Its a never ending cycle…

Though Erik is CHEATING and getting in more game loss than the original stuck-sign allows.

For example, yesterday when I got up from working to shower before a mini-shopping trip, I sat back down to my computer to test a few css tweaks out and discovered this image on an open tab waiting for me.

All those that think Erik is rude, SAY I. xD

Though I do realise that anyone actually reading my posts is ALSO experiencing oft-game loss. But I’m sharing my pain (and amusement) and sharing is caring. SO I HOPE YOU ALL FEEL CARED FOR! xD

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December 3rd, 2009

Of course you realise, this means war…

The mornings retaliation. I feel it was well played, Greg on the other hand feels that it was MUCH much to obvious.

The morning's retaliation. I feel it was well played, Greg on the other hand feels that it was MUCH much to obvious.

Yesterday morning, post the last ETA, we wandered into the kitchen, and discovered Erik’s initial brand of retaliation. He’d been impressed with Greg’s plot of laptop loss, and thought kettle loss was the logical next step.

Greg’s figured it was MUCH MUCH too obvious a response and so has a slyer one in stock for Erik. The longer it takes for it to hit him, the sweeter – OH so sweeter – it will be.

Or at least that’s the plan.

December 1st, 2009

Whatever you do, DON’T go into the bathroom…

Near the end of a super pleasant and rather impromptu evening, two friends and I at length talked about zombie, ghost and horror movies. Soon after they left Greg and I decided to watch a few episodes of Supernatural before sleeping.

Three episodes of PURE unadulterated win later (In the Beginning, Monster Movie & Yellow Fever – oh yeah, you know we got some Jensen Ackles playing guitar on his leg action *air punch*), Greg kissed my forehead and headed off to the bathroom for the pre-bed shuffle of teeth brushing etc.

When he came back into the room, he flicked off the light – though we were still illuminated by the lamp with a remote, aka the blue glow of the tv – and he casually mentioned “You know your dolls are all covered up. It’s kind of… Creepy.” To which I cracked up, told him to flick the light back on so it wasn’t so freakish and as he did so I pulled the white sheet off of the top of them so they could resume their normal state of staring at us with their vacant-at-best stares.

An eerie mood settled about us, we were crawling back into bed and Greg conversationally asks “SO! I just walked into the bathroom, and I looked at the mirror. And guess what I saw..?”

Okay, so I don’t scare easily, in fact I normally find horror flicks to be high comedy. But after that entire evening’s quantity of set up, the hairs on the back of my neck pricked up, my palms got insta-clammy and my eyes widened to twice their usual size.

Visions of lipstick scrawled messages of doom; steam-revealed finger-painting dripping with overtones of imminent death, a face of someone long-dead appearing to stand behind him flashed through my mind.

“No?” I hesitantly replied.

“A note…”

Oh god, the tension stiffened my joints.

“…Stuck to the mirror…”

My breath caught in my throat.


Every god in creation, help me now.

You lost the game.


SCREW YOU ERIK *dies so hard* Bastard flatmate and his ridiculous ideas of possible win. I WILL NOT ADMIT TO YOUR AWESOME, YOU HEAR ME!? >_>;;;;;;;;;

Greg went and moved the note to the lid of Erik’s laptop. He considered putting it INSIDE on the screen, but he decided that that was sinking to Erik levels of cruelty. And nobody wants that, now, do they?

ETA 01:54am: Apparently we DO want that. Although with the caveat of it being on his keyboard. Cause we’re not BASTARDS. Or something. ^_^;;

ETA 09:45am: Erik’s left to go to a business meeting. Greg’s searched the premises. He can’t find the note anywhere. But he knows Erik found it: his laptop has been left open like some kind of ominous signal. This means the note is SOMEWHERE, and it means its always on our minds. Which also means: CONTINUAL. GAME. LOSS.

You’ve won this round Erik, oh yes, but we shall prevail.