Thursday, May 21, 2009

Cam Gigandet vs. Twilight Fans

Okay, so I found this just as I was running out the house, and practically ruined my makeup laughing so hard. It's not only funny in a normal Cam Gigandet vs. Twilighters way, but also on another level for some obvious reasons.

Watch and enjoy!


New Moon

So, the other day, B accompanied me to a casting I had, and as we were wandering around, trying to find the production company, we passed an umbrella advertising everyone's favourite book of all time (not).

In case you were wondering, New Moon is actually a huge company that produces tinned abalone, amongst other canned goods and sauces.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Internet-Age Writing Syllabus and Course Overview

Just found a very amusing article to read that I thought you'd all enjoy. The link is here. And here's a taster, if you're not convinced by my taste in humour:


Students must have completed at least two of the following.

ENG: 232WR—Advanced Tweeting: The Elements of Droll
LIT: 223—Early-21st-Century Literature: 140 Characters or Less
ENG: 102—Staring Blankly at Handheld Devices While Others Are Talking
ENG: 301—Advanced Blog and Book Skimming
ENG: 231WR—Facebook Wall Alliteration and Assonance
LIT: 202—The Literary Merits of Lolcats
LIT: 209—Internet-Age Surrealistic Narcissism and Self-Absorption

Required Reading Materials

Literary works, including the online table of contents of the Huffington Post's Complete Guide to Blogging, will serve as models to be skimmed for thorough analysis. Also, Perez Hilton's Twitter feed.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Tree Houses

When I was a kid, I wanted a tree house more than most things in the world. Back then, in my flights of fancy, my tree house resembled the ones in Enid Blyton novels or the ultra-girly one in the film, Now And Then, that Samantha, Teeny, Roberta and Chrissy spent all summer saving up for. I never had a giant tree in my garden so this desire remained little more than a pipe dream.

Recently, while surfing the internet, I discovered tree houses that made my fantasy tree house look like it belonged in a tree ghetto.



Sunday, May 10, 2009


I misguidedly, attempted to learn beatboxing last year. I failed quite soon, but I will prevail, as its nice to have something to surprise people with.

Anyhow, I am always in awe of people who can make amazingly realistic noises with their mouths and voices. Just like ventriloquists and impressionists. So here's one I recently was shared.


Jack Winter, Shouts & Murmurs, “How I Met My Wife,” The New Yorker, July 25, 1994, p. 82
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ABSTRACT: SHOUTS AND MURMURS about man who describes meeting his wife at a party. In his description, he drops many prefixes. It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate. I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way. I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it, since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do. Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion. So I decided not to rush it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings. Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory char- acter who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

The Better Twilight Movie

If 'Twilight' Was 10 Times Shorter And 100 Times More Honest

Definitely worth the read. After suffering through the Twilight movie for a second time recently, reading this somehow made it more bearable.


My new celebrity Z-list crush

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Tim Minchin's poem Storm

Its worth the nine minute listen.


Tuesday, May 5, 2009


Animals Pt. 1