tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-162238492012-01-30T15:44:34.719-08:00A culmination of loves and loathes by yet another irrelevant person.Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995741186393767934noreply@blogger.comBlogger1151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16223849.post-1215228072487633892011-07-31T22:30:00.000-07:002011-08-02T19:48:05.720-07:00

Many of the funniest or most interesting stories you may have to tell may take place while doing the most mundane things. But remove the story and you're left with the fact that you were doing something you do all the time and of no discernible interest. If you're reading this blog, no doubt you are a member of one social networking site or another and are sure to have come across insightful

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If you've ever worked a menial job, no doubt you have worn a name tag. And for the duration of wearing that name tag you can probably count the number of times by which you were addressed by your name and almost certainly most of those times your name was said with a smart alec tone "So, er..SimONE.. could you tell me where the jam is?" A name tag user seems compelled to put some unnecessary

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While I may not always do the English language justice, I think it knows that I try my very best.  When I learn of a mistake, after overcoming the initial effrontery followed by grief, time is taken researching, clarifying and then adapting this new information into daily use. While understanding language is ever evolving, I am frustrated when, in matters of spelling, the lazy decide it's up

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I think this hug means more to her than it does to Jesus Growing up in a Sri Lankan family, kisses on the cheek of every friend and family member who came in the door were mandatory. For most of my childhood I had no problem with it, but once I became a shitty teenager, I'd had enough. It's probably for this reason that I was more than happy to find in adulthood among the rest of Australian and

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The constriction of the safety restraints is one of many reasons why I wasn't a Formula 1 driver I'd been lying still on the couch reading my Twitter feed and the links it provided for at least 10 minutes when Marnie, my youngest cat child, climbed onto the couch, walked on my legs and up my body to rest on my chest and knead my neck. The moment her paws hit my knees, as I knew she was headed for

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If you're a regular reader of this blog then no doubt an air of snobbery has shone through at one point or another. I scoff at bad taste yet, in what appears the height of hypocrisy, I must confess that I, like many other Facebook friends of yours, am a FarmVille tragic. Quickly, for the uninitiated, FarmVille is a game where you plant make believe crops, wait for them to "grow", then harvest

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Thousands of children and adults received Nintendo Wiis this Christmas and their ability to remember all the details over time is questionable. Speaking for myself, I would say getting mine is something I'll never forget because I still remember getting our first Nintendo in 1991. My sister does not. My declaration of never forgetting it is a reasonable one because it could go either way. My

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This could have been me With the festive season upon us it has become apparent that I will be receiving a Nintendo Wii from Jesus for Christmas. I am incredibly excited about this prospect but also a little concerned. I'm certainly no hardcore gamer who spends 17 hours a day playing World of Warcraft. In fact, I don't really know much about any of these new, cool games at all and am likely to

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I just returned from one of my twice yearly trips to Las Vegas but please, just calm down.  I hate that I can't just say that I'm going there and be done with it before whomever I tell gets the chance to say "All-RIGHT!", "You're so lucky!" or a sickly "Oooh! *wink wink*." Without a thought, I find myself saying, "I'm going to Vegas for work, but I hate it there." It's all those debauched

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When confronted with the idea of not believing in God, many people are quick to convey the emptiness they see without the promise of heaven after they die. They express a sorrow for atheists who they see as having a bleak existence ahead of them. While I understand where people are coming from with this need for more, once I solidly found myself without a belief in God and subsequently an

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"Can we get an air freshener for the bathroom?" I would ask my mother whenever we encountered them. The promise of filling the smallest room in the house with a cheerful bouquet or a wander through a rainforest as shown on TV had convinced me this was a requirement for any civilised home. It is not that I was particularly sensitive to toilet fumes, but of course I was attracted to the notion of

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Neurosis about germs is something that has run in my family for at least the last three generations and is a problem I have worked hard to shake. While a certain amount of germ awareness is healthy for the prevention of illness, some measures are taken merely to avoid the mental horrors one is plagued with if contact is made with a supposed contaminant. My mother's fear that sock and underwear

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Ever since I was a teenager, I have shunned trends, logos and labels. For some odd reason, there was a period of a few years where this belief did not translate to my love of Coke. I believed that as Coke was something I loved and cherished and they had a beautiful logo, it made sense to wear a Coke t-shirt. Eventually, I couldn't reconcile this with my anti-corporate sentiments, so I rid

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Please turn on your speakers Just two months ago I had no plans, nor did I expect to be in Paris two months later, but when musical tragedy struck, I found myself making the pilgrimage. On a day that began with rejoicing as I was about to hit the road from LA to San Francisco to see Faith No More reformed, a mere five minutes before I walked out to the car, I was presented with the news

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A man proudly carrying the bag of his significant other "Here," I said as I handed over my bag to my friend Robert. I was about to attempt to pick my friend Marilyn up off the ground as she had just picked up me and Robert. I didn't realise that while us ladies were fearlessly attempting great feats of strength, the male in our trio was left standing like a pansy holding a woman's handbag. It

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Out and out miracle abuse While flipping through the slim pickings on cable for something to watch while I ate my dinner, I stumbled on a Discovery Channel documentary about sex. There was only 7 minutes left, but that was about all the time I was looking to pass anyway. The show had reached the end of the process, explaining with such detailed, 3D, see-through graphics that I wasn't always

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The guy that grooms that beard every day is telling me to get a life? Oh, okay. No doubt someone has expressed that you should "get a life" at some time or another. It is also likely that you, yourself have said it to someone.  The phrase is commonly used when someone is seen to be doing something that is deemed as a waste, disagreeable or unfit use of time. I hearby pledge to refrain from

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Two young curry munchers. Me on the left, sister on the right. I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I'm a curry muncher from way back when. While my ethnicity if often viewed as either puzzling, exotic or "Chinese" to the un-cosmopolitan children in my primary school, I am in fact of Sri Lankan heritage, and subsequently, curry was poured down my throat for as long as I can remember. To

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I understand as much as anyone that music affects people deeply and emotionally and in other ways you don't talk about. At worst, I will say "This song excites me in a private way," and it is said with enough ridiculousness that it offsets any hint at real intimacy. I just about had Portishead ruined for me forever when a co-worker volunteered the information that she found it "music for

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Dear Nickelback, I wish I could say I was the brains behind it, but nay, I am just a mere supporter of the Facebook group "Can this pickle get more fans than Nickleback(sic)?", which you have no doubt heard of by now unless your people have managed to cover your ears and eyes at every opportunity the news had of reaching you. As the group has just passed 575,000 fans, all within about 5 days,

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There must have been something about me as a child which caused all the other kids to dislike me. In kindergarten and two different schools in my first year of regular school, I had no friends and was subjected to bullying. I think it was caused by combination of my foreign appearance coupled with my efforts to continue to have the world revolve around me as it did it home. By the time my ego was

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Back in November my friends Robert and Tessa had a farewell party at a bowling alley in Eagle Rock before what is hoped to be just a temporary move to Oklahoma. I went to the party alone, but soon befriended people by doing two things I do best: holding court about The Room ("It seems that I am the EXPERT, Mark!") and unashamedly performing karaoke. I am not being modest when I say I am not a

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I believe she has no arms because she is holding herself At times it seems like it's only me, but women needing to frequently pee seems like a fairly consistent problem throughout our fair sex. We may forever be resigned to being viewed as the weaker sex on the strength (weakness) of our bladders alone. I'd like to say I'm better or worse than others, but honestly, there is no rhyme or reason to

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This weekend has delivered us a bogus triumph in Rage Against The Machine's Killing In The Name taking the top spot for Christmas in UK over the winner of Simon Cowell's popcraptic X-Factor. Don't get me wrong, I actually love Killing In The Name and have done so since I first heard it in 1993, however my love for that song has never been able to blur the reality that the band, and most of

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Last year I post a blog entitled The Atheist Who Loved Christmas explaining that despite my strong disbelief in a creator, I am a big fan of the festive season. And no, it's not just an annual opportunity to score a Richard Dawkins book as a gift, I really love the whole she-bang, including, and maybe even especially, the carols about the birth of someone else's Lord and saviour. Sure, I'll

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I hate to be a demanding customer, demanding more from some services than others, but I think there are some establishments where, even if they are just retail, a certain amount of joy should come with the service. When I am mumbled at through the Taco Bell drive-thru speaker, they don't repeat my special order request back to me and hand me my food, peering back at me through their seemingly

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Do sub zero temperatures kill bacteria? I sure hope so. As I waited in line at the supermarket last week, while the cashier was waiting for the customer in front of me to finish screwing around with his coupons and money, the girl needed to sneeze. And she did so...right into her hands. I shuddered. My turn was coming up soon, but not imminently, so she had time to correct the situation. I

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"What does a vegan donut taste like?" someone asked. "Like the hole: Nothing." was the snide response. Another popular retort is "cardboard".I'd like to open by pointing out that the diatribe you are about to read is not by a vegan. I am vegetarian which permits me egg and dairy without compromising my title. Gelatin, rendered down bits of horse hooves, euthanized pets and dead circus animals, is

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It has become clear, as you might know too from reading this blog, that I am easily worked up, both positively and negatively about a whole host of different things. Usually, I'll provide a lot of back story and a connection to the bigger picture as reasoning for my strong beliefs about mundane matters while other times what I say may seem pointless. Despite that initial impression, I still feel

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I'm sure there's little dispute that the individual pictured is what is widely considered to be a douchebag. Dissent on this opinion may only come from the individual himself and his like minded peers. Given the fact that this person is a douchebag, desperately latching onto whatever trendy new looks and terminology are flying around, there is little doubt that at some stage he would take it upon

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For many, walking is a pleasurable activity, but for the longest time that was a sentiment I did not hold. Who needed the threat of hard labour for a crime when someone could easily try your weak body by asking you to walk up to the corner store for a carton of milk when you'd done nothing wrong?Walking just wasn't for me, and even now, people who choose to stand when there's a perfectly good

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In recent months I've taken to exclaiming "Hot dog!" in lieu of "Well I'll be damned!", "How about that?!" or "Wow! That's awesome!" Saying "Hot dog!" is old timey, good natured and also hilarious and is just the perfect kind of statement for me to make. Having said that, the jovial nature of saying "Well, hot dog!" is far removed from the anus ridden reality of the edible version of hot dogs.

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The passing of Michael Jackson has presented a lot of interesting reactions from the public and I am not excluded. My feelings about him had been soured in recent years, having spent all of his 2005 molestation trial glued to the TV in a somewhat unsavoury fashion, waiting for his conviction to come through. Even though I was convinced of his guilt, if not for the 2005 case, at least for the 1993

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In the wee hours of Sunday morning, I fell in front of a large group of people. I was in a dark theatre attending the 6th Anniversary screening of my favourite bad movie, The Room as I scurried to the front of the theatre to participate in a sight gag at the front of the screen. A large part of the screenings involves audience participation including hurling plastic spoons whenever a framed

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Unlike Americans who have more or less grown up with Jeopardy!, Australians weren't too familiar with it until it made an appearance there in the mid to late 90s. Of course, given the Jeopardy! was such a staple in the American game show diet, we were certainly aware of the show seeing it referenced in various sitcoms and such.Finally, as is usually the case with game show emerging in another

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I love surprises and I've never understood those who don't. What isn't to love about a good surprise? You are going about your boring business and then something completely thrilling and exciting pops up and gives you a real shake up! What the hell is so bad about that? If there is anyone reading this who doesn't like surprises, please detail your feelings about it because it's something I

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In writing this blog, I am essentially giving away the final chapter of my book about my life of being a fan girl. Since I have no idea when that will be finished, and even so, if it will then be published, I figure it's better to ride the excitement train while I can and share this important life story. I'll try to keep it concise as the detailed version has been and is being written for the

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***Please view before reading. It's only 30 seconds.***This commercial, featuring Kyle from Time Warner Cable that airs in the LA area really unsettles me every time I see it. It's seems abundantly clear that Kyle is gay and I while I must say I am happy to see a gay guy in a commercial and hope to see more, something about Kyle irks me. When I thought about this, I felt bad, like his gay

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***NOTE*** Temperatures will appear as Celsius/Fahrenheit. I knew I'd reached new heights of coldness one evening when I stated to my overly warm blooded husband, "I'm cold." "You're cold?" he said, ever incredulous at my low blood temperature, "Well, I'm not cold now, but I'm about to be." I think he deemed it to be the most insane proclamation he'd ever heard: a preemptive declaration of

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I work for a fabric designer. We have just one product and that's fabric. So, if someone calls advising me they need to return a pair of trousers or slippers, I know I quickly need to nip this in the bud. I advise them that our numbers are just one digit off as this hapless customer attempts to reach Haband.From what I can gather, Haband appears to be some sort of mail order and web based store

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I suppose I am easily agitated, but I think there is a reasonable midpoint where I realise the perpetrator of said annoyance didn't mean to do whatever they did, and sometimes the realisation that I've committed the same offense at some point which forces some cold hard humility and I am soon reminded that the world actually isn't set up for the purpose of making my blood boil.But there are many

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The last couple of days have had me caught up in the tedious task or purging old files from a file cabinet at work. There are many cabinets with various things, but for the first time, I am working with the infamous "yellow copies". I usually have nothing to do with them aside from observing them in their a hefty stack atop another file cabinet as I go about my business. Though this is the height

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Where do YOU know Audra from?Living LA creates a certain problem that I doubt is found quite the same anywhere else. The celebrity overload, coupled with the early onset of senility soon blurs the lines between your real life and TV.Around town, in the time I've lived here I've seen Kiefer Sutherland, the dad from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, the daughter from Gilmore Girls, Rachel Griffiths,

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I would like to have included a comment from my sister-in-law Gwynne, who actually worked at the Bell in the 80s, however she is currently in South East Asia eating other dangerous foods from hawkers and is unavailable for comment.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~My love for both Australia and US always has me torn, but there is one department in which the US beats Australia hands down. I'm hesitant to proceed

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No-one seems to bat an eyelid at Christians who enjoy drugs, promiscuous sex and Pulp Fiction, so why can't an atheist love Christmas? Just because our belief or lack of beliefs suggests one thing, doesn't mean we can find something else appealing in the whole nuttiness of Christmas. Of course as a kid, I loved Christmas, but even as I got older, the magic didn't wear off and I continued to

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This an an account of someone else's story and the subsequent discussion that followed. My friend JP was in San Francisco last week, sitting in a coffee shop with his friend Joe. Their table was close to the bathroom so they were able to vaguely note than a woman had slipped in without use of the key held behind the counter to prevent crazy homeless people from defiling their facility. I guess

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Back in 95/96/97, while it might be hard to believe it now, Alanis Morissette was all the rage. She was packaged to us as crossing pop and rock lines and coming off with some credibility. While I never classed her as rock, I thought she was alright in small doses and still maintain that You Oughta Know is pretty awesome (while still being slightly gay), and certainly not just because Flea and

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As regular readers may have assessed, I'm often a socially awkward, nutty mess. Here's yet another chapter in my struggle to comfortably sail through simple social settings. Thankfully, I've eventually realised that I am not alone in movie recommendation anxiety.The problem I struggle with is the pressure to ensure the good time of others. In the instance of orchestrating a movie viewing, if

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*Note* This blog may, nay, WILL contain words like "queer" and "faggy" and reduce people of all orientations to stereotypes, but with no ill will intended, I hope you can get over it. I write to you after waking up in horror at 4am. I awoke from a dream in which I was hanging out at my parents' house with my mum and and my sister only to have my sister announce that she is going to call "Rakesh

Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995741186393767934noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16223849.post-45611612538761598732008-09-14T22:51:00.000-07:002008-09-14T23:33:35.068-07:00

I have some better blogs in the works, but I've been reading instead and being lazy, so I thought I'd fill in the gap with something that's bothered me for some time. It's a mistake that has hit twice in the last two days, and many times before so I am setting it straight once and for all:The phrase is "I couldn't care less." COULDN'T, not COULD. So many times people say "I could care less" and

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Focus on the family douchebag prays for rainThis is this first time I've ever done any kind of follow up to a previous blog, let alone consecutively, but recent events have prompted me to do so.My last blog talked about how so-called believers in the almighty have little or no faith in their creator as demonstrated by the effort they make to intervene in what could be argued is God's plan. It's

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I was just reading the cover of a record entitled Ten Reasons Why Madalyn Murray O'Hair Must Be Stopped...and Ten Ways To Stop Her. I didn't know who Madalyn Murray O'Hair was, but according to the cover, she was an atheist attorney who sought for the removal of prayer and Bible reading in public schools. She succeeded, bless her heart, so this record is an effort by preacher, Bob Harrington to

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It's always a treat to watch a movie again that you knew well as a kid and realise how much innuendo you missed, simply due to the fact that you just too young at the time to know the ways of the world and to grasp the debauchery before you. I somehow managed to believe, though I knew about sex, that in Teen Wolf, when Scott stays back after the theatre rehearsal and Pamela takes off her bra in

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As cyst pictures are too gross, here are some cute animals instead!A friend of mine has discovered a lump on her neck which she is concerned about. Her mother calls it a "neck bunion" which delights me no end. Our mutual friend alerted her the fact that I had recently dealt with a sebaceous cyst on my head, so she messaged me seeking, advice, comfort and pep. Here's what I wrote...Oh it is SO

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B.B. The Blood DropWhen my friend Dan and I were 17, he expressed a great interest in donating blood. Dan and I made frequent trips into the city (we lived an hour out of downtown Melbourne) but this one time, Dan expressed that he had done a bunch of research and planned to give blood this day. I admired his decision and we planned to head over to the blood bank on Collins Street after doing our

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A few weeks ago, I was assaulted*. Aurally that is. As I stepped into the restaurant, the attack was immediate. I had the opportunity to walk right out, but instead I stayed only to be aurally abused for the next 20-25 minutes. An entire Kenny G album was playing at Vegan House on this particular day. I ate fast and left a little of my meal so I could get out of there sooner as I really couldn't

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Originally written on Feb 17, 2007, finished up today.My sister's husband, Sam used to play this game with his brother and he re-introduced it to my sister and I when I was last visiting Australia. Whenever it is explained, it sounds really juvenile and people roll their eyes at it. But once it catches on, people can't get enough and seem to let go of their need to maintain maturity.The game

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As you may or may not know, I'm a vegetarian and have been for almost 9 years. While in my ideal world, no-one would eat meat, I do not judge you harshly if you do. I am, however, writing this clear up what it actually means to be a vegetarian as it seems a few bad eggs are tarnishing the definition. Too many people lately have been showing me that the meaning of the word has been blurred by

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This just in: The Lesbians of the island of Lesbos are suing a Greek Gay and Lesbian group over use of the name "lesbian". "My sister can't say she's a Lesbian." reads one quote! This article is a gay fan's wet dream and great follow up to my last blog. I thought it was an article from a publication similar to The Onion, at first.

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I love gayness. I love it in all forms. I love cheesy gay, silly gay, happy gay, lame gay and of course the mother of all gays, homosexual gay. Calling things "gay" was so big in high school and the word rolled off my tongue like nobody's business. So upon my first trip to San Francisco, I was worried I was going to get into a lot of trouble with my apparent misuse and seemingly derogatory use of

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I'm proud to say I never liked New Kids On The Block, even as a ten year old, so the recent announcement of their reunion was only met with morbid curiosity. I watched a video of the big announcement on the Today show only to see the women aged 30+, faced with this exciting reunion, decide to view it all through their cameras, rather than bask in the faded glow of Jordan, Donny, Jon, Joey, and

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Sorry to sound all dramatic, and you'll hate me when you see what the fuss is about, but my 13 year fan affair with the Foo Fighters is over. I'm sure many of you will say "about bloody time" since they sucked all along anyway, while some of you wont see what the problem is, but I think it's all kind of important in the grand scheme of things, so I'm going to try and lay it out as best I can. I'm

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When my friend Heather changed her Facebook status to denote that she was playing Super Mario Bros 3 on the Wii, it prompted me to dust off my Game Boy and start playing it again myself. Around the age or 13 or 14, I played the game religiously until I conquered it. Back then, while I had no commitment to homework, I did labour over the challenges I faced in the Mushroom Kingdom and wouldn't rest

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A long time ago I wrote a blog about people being too caught up in themselves to listen to other people during conversations, but there are a few people who are on a completely different level where virtually NOTHING anyone says is processed and I believe something like the video below is on a permanent loop in their brains.One person in particular, a lady I work with, converses with me on such

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It was nice to see this clip with Bob not looking like a pervert as he always looked during my late 70's, early 80's viewership.I was helping my new sister-in-law untangle a necklace after stating "I'm really good at untangling things." I went on to back up my claim with a de-tangling story, "I have a friend who's a magician who had a trick all tangled up..."Kathryn: "I have a friend who's

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I have just 9 more days in my 20s, though it's really just 8 since I'll be in Australia for it and lose a day. Losing that day initially bummed me out, but my attitude has changed over the last couple of months about turning 30.I know the majority of people who read my blog are already over 30, so if that's you, this might be a bit yawn worthy. But perhaps you can share some wisdom on what I had

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***UPDATE***In case anyone thought I was exaggerating my party fears, about three or four days after I wrote this blog, I decided to cancel my upcoming birthday party. I'm not arriving in Australia until 3 days before it, I wasn't organised and the whole idea of it was making me unhappy. I'm sure I'd have had a great time once it transpired, but I was sick of my stomach being in knots leading up

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The Louis Vuitton bag. A mark of desperation.***I know this is a long one, but considering this subject has had me fuming for years, I actually consider it to be short - S ***(From Dictionary.com) Class: Informal. elegance, grace, or dignity, as in dress and behavior: He may be a slob, but his brother has real class.Class: Informal. of high quality, integrity, status, or style: class players

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I can't believe this never ocurred to me until this weekend, but it finally did after hanging out with a friend of a friend who, while being someone who likes to do fun things, has a pretty weak sense of humour. She's no-one I would dare call funny. She seems to find it easier to state things are funny rather than actually laugh at them. But she likes to have fun, so shouldn't that make her

Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995741186393767934noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16223849.post-92208869867834692772007-11-14T02:59:00.000-08:002007-11-15T12:43:49.511-08:00

What did YOU do last Friday night?"Dear Jelly Belly Candy Company (Bertie Bott's Division),We immensely enjoyed your 10 flavors of beans, however the fun ended far too soon. Once the bean party was over, we sat around devising new bean flavors.We would like to take this opportunity to submit to you our list of what we hope to be future bean flavours.BloodDustCloveSweatBody odorHomeless PersonJust

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My mind has been a bit scattered lately, so I'm going to slip into one of those random type blogs. It's not usually my style, but it's a nice reminder to me to chill the fuck out.Today started off really badly, though I came out with the best excuse for being late to work ever. "There was a spider in my car," I said when I called in to say I was on my way. Can you imagine my horror when I opened

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Contrary to whatever this blog title may have evoked, this has nothing to with the end result of flour, eggs, sugar and an oven. No this is about the psychological phenomenon devised by Agatha and myself which we call "cakes". The name doesn't make any direct sense, but when we first started collecting these indiscretions of the mind we would gleefully say "I had one of those things. This is the

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I've been an avid toilet user for the greater part of my life. While many things around me have made great technological advancements over my lifetime, I think the toilet and plumbing have taken a step back.I'm quite sure when I was growing up, after a toilet was flushed all the water that rushed about would manage to contain itself within the confines of the bowl. I'd say for around 10 years or

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It's rare to remember exactly when you learned a word, but in the case of 'ethnicity', I know it was in 1995 during Year 12 Australia Studies. I hated that class. I only took it because I needed to take one more subject and I thought it would be easy. Perhaps it might have been if I ever paid attention. I can think of only three instances in which I was aware of what was going on. One time was

Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995741186393767934noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16223849.post-39132197127122697312007-09-11T00:04:00.000-07:002007-09-11T14:41:32.679-07:00

In case you missed it...Britney Spears - Gimme More live VMA 2007 If you missed the MTV Video Music Awards, you've surely at least heard all the fallout from Britney's performance. My friend Marika and I watched it, and boy, it was a million times better than I imagined. Better for my purposes anyway which was to see her crash and burn! I feared she would do a mediocre performance, but enough

Simonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995741186393767934noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16223849.post-75761024039337666612007-08-15T12:34:00.000-07:002007-08-15T19:51:09.228-07:00

div.fetish object, div.fetish embed {width:218px;height:155px;visibility:visible;z-index:5;}div.fetish{}div.fetish div.fetishButton {display:block;position:relative;top:-35px;z-index:6;text-align:center;}div.fetish div.fetishButton img {border-style:none;border-width:0px;}Tikis, tropical drinks, tropical islands, hula dancers, that's my bag. My earliest recollection of being enamoured with such

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Homer: We can outsmart those dolphins. Don't forget -- we invented computers, leg warmers, bendy straws, peel-and-eat shrimp, the glory hole, AND the pudding cup.The fact that Homer Simpson ever said the above quote has both baffled and delighted Gregg and I for a number of years. I had forgotten everything surrounding the quote and from which episode it had come from, just that he was praising

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I still enjoy getting fortune cookies at the end of a meal, but the joy of an interesting fortune died long ago. I still enjoy the taste of a fortune cookie, so there's still that treat, but it's coupled with the waning hope that the cookie will contain a window into my future. These days, not only are the fortunes disappointing, but the cookies themselves can occasionally make you regret the

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Holy crap, I knew it had been a while, but I guess it's been just over a month since I last wrote a blog. I feel really bad because I wanted to write one a week, whether or not you wanted to read one a week.At a time of crisis like this, I look over my Graveyard of Blogs. I take this term from Mr Bungle who had a "Graveyard of Riffs" where they would any discarded riffs and anyone could take one

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Last December while traveling around England, we found ourselves in Birmingham and were looking through a travel guide for things to do in town. Cadbury World was there! Heavens to betsy, how I love chocolate. Sadly, the one day we were there was one of the days they weren't open.Pressing on through the local tourism guide, I think it was Gregg who spotted the Pen Museum. Being a fan of pens, he

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Making friends in school was relatively easy. Somehow, you'd find some people to hang out with and they became your friends. The first friend I made in high school was simply because when I walked out of the classroom for recess on the first day, looked at everyone as they came out and asked the least threatening girl if I could hang out with her. She said yes.Since then, most friends are made by

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***NOTE***I usually like to illustrate my blogs, but in this case, no one needs to see another picture of the skanque. I'd make one with horns and stuff but I'm at work without my photo editing program. ***UPDATE*** Now that there are some pictures of Paris sobbing, it's finally worth looking at her.I wanted to resist getting into the Paris Hilton thing. I'm sure there's a gazillion blogs about

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I was in my bathroom a few days ago with my dear friend Ag. We were both applying make up and I was extolling the virtues of my recent tip from dear Steph regarding a make up problem I was having. See, I love to wear liquid black eyeliner and make neat little swishes out to the side, and I also love my deep red matte lipstick. It's the only red that doesn't turn orange on me. It's so 1940's

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I'm not going to get into how annoying "Baby On Board" signs hanging from the rear windows are. That discussion has been going for 15-20 years at least, to my knowledge! Obviously those people are annoying, saying "Please drive more carefully to protect my retarded baby who is likely to grow up like me which will lead to nothing but more retarded babies," so you can imagine how appalled I was

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When I say blank face, I am not talking about someone's facial expression. I sure do hate seeing that facial expression when something which requires a response has occurred, but that's another matter.In this case, I am speaking of someone whose face I simply cannot remember. Has anyone else experienced this? There is this girl I've dealt with through work. I've met her a few times, had a meal

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Well, I've really crapped out on my little goal of trying to put out a new blog once a week. But since it should be about quality, not quantity, I shall cut myself some slack. Though now that I have stated such, one might assume that anything I do release for public viewing has been deemed 'quality' by myself and harsh scrutiny by yourself of my belief should follow.Ugh.So, I've been quite busy

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Sure, I have your usual run of the mill kinds of phobias like those of spiders, needles and deep water, but I also have a few odd ones which I will talk about now.I can't decide which is worse for me but I seem to have fairly equal reactions to both the sight of octopus and wet bread. The sight of either one leaves me squirming, screaming and shielding my eyes.I think the wet bread started in

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That's too much for one crackerI went to dinner with some people I didn't know on Saturday and had quite swell time. It was part of my quest to force myself out of my shyness with new people. It's never as bad as I fear it's going to be! Anyway, it went swimmingly, but looking back, when the subject turned to Australia and Vegemite, I should have piped down. Someone said they only knew of

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A great place to kill forty hours a weekI've meant to write this for a while, but other, more pressing matters took hold. Now that Britney's baldness has had time to sink in, I can start getting on with my life again.To begin in the annoying, hip comedian tone, so y'know work, right? What's WITH that?!I'm not going to pretend for a moment that I enjoy working. Is it that I don't enjoy what I do?

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I'm talking about trying out religions. Of course 'try before you buy' applies to everything, but wouldn't one of the most important things to be sure about be...oh, eternity maybe? As much as it would suck to fork out thousands of dollars for a car and soon find out it's a lemon, that's a pretty small price to pay as opposed to the investment of your whole life in which your return is either a

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I'm happy to say that just prior to me really getting into music when I was 15, I wasn't really taken with the boy band types. I did like Bros for a little while, but I hated New Kids On The Block. I can't think of many other opportunities for me to get into boy bands. I was more into film and TV stars and my number one crush was Michael J. Fox. He was a safe, non-threatening figure for a

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Are you familiar with this phenomenon where you are genuinely ensconced in something, and have a thought, or make a remark that's completely and utterly wanky? It's something you'd say on purpose to invoke hysterics from your companions, but when you think or say it without the intent of arousing laughter, it becomes quite alarming. I like you somehow slipped into old timer speak, for real.Here's

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I just read an article about the rise in hearing loss among youngsters coinciding with the rise of MP3 players. Rock concerts, of course are always a huge culprit, one to which I have subjected myself oh, so many times. I'm usually pretty mindful of future consequences of certain actions, but for some reason, I'm pretty juvenile when it comes to hearing.I just fucking LOVE loud music!Maybe I am a

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I've been writing this detailed account of an incident which happened on the plane at the beginning of our trip, but when I write things in stages, they get way too long so the story is now approaching novel length. As a result, I'm moving on and going to spit something out in one blow and get a move on. That other story is like a clog in a fucking drain!I been very ponderous in the last few

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When conversing with someone, there's an unspoken give and take. If they tell you some bad news, you express sorrow. If they give you some good news, you express happiness for them. If they make a light-hearted remark, you laugh or smile as a sign that you follow their upbeat swing in the conversation. But there is a small number of people in this world who are simply incapable of expressing

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On Friday while watching the new episode of Degrassi, there was an ad for the show South of Nowhere following it which showed that one of the main characters, a teenager in a gay relationship, was going to try to come out to her parents. Although I had other things to do, it seemed there was no way I was going anywhere after Degrassi. I simply can't pass up TV shows which show the troubles of gay

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It's the day after the mid-term elections and I feel elated. Just when I'd given up hope for this country, the Democrats have taken control of the House, and most likely the Senate will be sealed soon too. We just have to get through the sore loser Republicans calling for recounts and so forth. I just hope they are portrayed as cry babies like the Democrats were in 2000!It's just so refreshing to

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Before I even moved to LA, I had heard that Richard Simmons had a fitness studio in Beverly Hills. Being quite a fan of Richard, I knew it was something I wanted to do, but presumed it would be too expensive for me.A flutter of Richard on TV one day, prompted Gregg to call out "RICHARD SIMMONS!" to which I responded by bolting into the living room as fast as I could, got me back into Richard mode

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In An Inconvenient Truth, Al Gore talks about how the issue of global warming is something that has been ignored for so many years. With all the scientific evidence to back it up, people have continued to ignore it or have acknowledged it only to throw their hands in the air and give up. I have seen An Inconvenient Truth twice, first at a test screening and again after its release. While I highly

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"Guns N' Roses" live September 23, 2006 at the Hyundai Pavilion, Devore, CaliforniaPrologueIronically, this blog has slowly devolved into a Chinese Democracy of its own. I started writing it three days after the show and now the show was almost three weeks ago. I've since wasted time, adding and adding, editing, updating my blog format, searching the internet for pictures for it and fired some

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