PS. I'll get back to regular blogging soon. Promise!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
For the Benefit of Ms CK II
Carol has her last exam of the semester today, so what better way to celebrate than a video clip of Daniel Radcliffe discussing his desire to have an on-stage erection?
Please enjoy, CK!
PS, there's this clip, too. And now I feel dirty.
Friday, November 14, 2008
The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth
According to this article, Obama collects Spider-Man comics.
Truly, our time has come.
(Carol might also be interested in the fact that he's read all of the Harry Potter books).
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Johnny Waddshisface
Whenever I'm in Bendigo (which has really only been three times so far) I stop to have morning tea at this little health food shop, where I enjoy a nice mango smoothie and a low-fat nut slice.
There's a guy who works there (who I presume is the owner), and I swear to God this is what he looks like;
Yes, 1970s porn star John Holmes. He even has the moustache and everything.
I think he'd be a bit of a crap boss to work for. I've seen him telling off two different employees on two seperate occassions in this really pissy manner. I think one of them might have even been his own daughter.
I guess the most unusual aspect of it is that you don't really expect a guy who looks like a dead porn star to be the owner of a country health food shop. You expect him to be selling drugs, or appearing at parties as a look-alike that the host hires to freak people out.
It also just occurred to me that maybe I should be worrying about what's in the mango smoothie.
...
...
... meh. It still tastes pretty damn good.
There's a guy who works there (who I presume is the owner), and I swear to God this is what he looks like;
Yes, 1970s porn star John Holmes. He even has the moustache and everything.
I think he'd be a bit of a crap boss to work for. I've seen him telling off two different employees on two seperate occassions in this really pissy manner. I think one of them might have even been his own daughter.
I guess the most unusual aspect of it is that you don't really expect a guy who looks like a dead porn star to be the owner of a country health food shop. You expect him to be selling drugs, or appearing at parties as a look-alike that the host hires to freak people out.
It also just occurred to me that maybe I should be worrying about what's in the mango smoothie.
...
...
... meh. It still tastes pretty damn good.
Costume Drama
Our Halloween party is this Friday night. Originally, I was planning on going as Donnie Darko. You know, from the movie Donnie Darko?
It's a costume I've been wanting to do literally for years, and finally I had my chance!
I thought it'd be a simple thing. They were selling adult skeleton costumes at Toys R Us, and I now have a plurality of hoodies. I was all set. My long-held ambitions of Darko-ness were finally coming to fruition.
Until I went to Toys R Us, and was told they'd sold out of all their Halloween costumes.
%$^# !!!
I went with Simone to the local costume shop, and while they had what she needed to complete her outfit, I was too much of a fussy baby to try on any of the grody looking skeleton costumes they had for rent. If it wasn't a pristine $15 dollar, never-before-worn Toys R Us skeleton costume, I wasn't interested. Yes, I'm that pouty and difficult.
So now I've improvised a costume that, while not as good, is still something fun and not a complete cop-out. It'll make for some interesting photos, at least. And in the meantime, I shall sleep and I shall hope, and I shall wait, until the day comes, where my Darko-est dreams come true.
*emo tear*
It's a costume I've been wanting to do literally for years, and finally I had my chance!
I thought it'd be a simple thing. They were selling adult skeleton costumes at Toys R Us, and I now have a plurality of hoodies. I was all set. My long-held ambitions of Darko-ness were finally coming to fruition.
Until I went to Toys R Us, and was told they'd sold out of all their Halloween costumes.
%$^# !!!
I went with Simone to the local costume shop, and while they had what she needed to complete her outfit, I was too much of a fussy baby to try on any of the grody looking skeleton costumes they had for rent. If it wasn't a pristine $15 dollar, never-before-worn Toys R Us skeleton costume, I wasn't interested. Yes, I'm that pouty and difficult.
So now I've improvised a costume that, while not as good, is still something fun and not a complete cop-out. It'll make for some interesting photos, at least. And in the meantime, I shall sleep and I shall hope, and I shall wait, until the day comes, where my Darko-est dreams come true.
*emo tear*
I Think I'd Spot More Celebrities if I Knew Something About Sports
I just got back from one of those low-impact occassional walks I mentioned before. While I was out there, marvelling at the local real estate, I ran into a giant. The guy was well over six foot tall, all muscles and Roger David t-shirt and what not, and had a face that could have been chiselled by DaVinci himself (if he wasn't too busy piecing together suitably enigmatic codes).
I started feeling a bit depressed about how a guy who was so stereotypically macho and good-looking could also have gotten to a place in his face where he could afford to own the incredible house he was walking out of. And then it occurred to me .... maybe he was a footballer! That would explain it all, and then I wouldn't have to feel bad about myself at all. No, those darn footballers get everything handed to them on a silver platter, they do!
But of course, knowing nothing about football, there was no way I was going to recognise him (unless he was Warne Carey, Warwick Capper or that one with 'Mayhem' written on his stomach).
That got me to thinking - being that I live in Melbourne, and my office is in Chapel street, I'm more than likely surrounded by famous sporting figures a good portion of the time, and am completely oblivious to it.
Of course, I knew who Grant Hackett was when I sold him some popcorn at the movies. But everyone knows the Aussie cricket team...
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