Tea. Sleeping Kittens. The Smell of Old Books. Expensive Cheese. Painted Toenails. Lounging Around. Coffee Beans. Weddings. Poached Eggs. Napping. Candles. Secrets. Photographs. Harry Potter. Sex. Hand Holding. Fabulous Hair. Ribbons. Dinosaurs. Rage comics. Air Guitar. Montages. Swooning. Red Grapes. Sleeping. Paper Bags. Stockings. Canvas. Daydreaming. Piles of Book's. Cheap Dvd's. Cheeky Emails. Hand-made anythings. Whispering. Red Hair. Roller Derby. Jam. Laughing. Raspberry Lollies. Hugs. Letter's. Family. Batman. Flowers. Avocado. Art. Text's. Love.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Ian Mckellen makes me swoon. Even as a frog.

So i'm in the process of watching 'Flushed Away' and Ian Mckellen plays the voice of this evil frog.
Even as a shitty side character, Mckellen is a fucking God.

That's about all i wanted to say.

Off to watch the skinny, crying bitches from America's Top Model. Bliss.

I love days off.

Woe is me. Or George.

Well, i woke up this morning and little George was still there, clinging to his branch, looking even shittier, more tired and crankier than yesterday, so i stood and chatted to him before i went to work, excited at the prospect of looking after him when i got home.

BUT, when i got back from work, i was informed that Moe Bundy had stalked and eaten my little fluffy new friend. All my dreams of being a heroic resucer have flown out the window. So currently i am wallowing in my own self pity, and shooting daggers at the cat, who really doesnt seem to give a damn.

ANYWAY. Saw Superbad last night with Himself, and i must say, it was fucking brilliant.

It was co-written by Seth Rogan who is just, oh. GOD, fantastic. I will definatly be in line for any movie he writes, directs or produces, he is great. I loved 40 year old virgin and Knocked Up, just cos of him, but SuperBad surpasses

Not to mention he had a KILLER mo' during the flick too.

Plus, i have sort of a celebrity crush on him. I do love a good celebrity crush, i havent had one since the days of Taylor Hanson, My GOD i loved Taylor Hanson. So, Seth Rogan, he's got this sort of presence around him, that makes me swoon. If he rocked up on my doorstep with a bunch of flowers, i'd bang him in a second.

SO Superbad was basiclly tale of two buddies and the lengths they go to for a shag. Set the night of their graduation party, it had some of your uaual teen movie elements, but not forced, or obvious. It was clever, funny, and kept me giggling throughout the whole damn thing. It was comic genius.

Anyway. I think it's time for tea.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Something interesting happened to me this morning, as i walked out of my room and down to the house for a shower and such i was swooped by about a million magpies. It would of been two, but in my half-asleep, stumbling state it felt like a scene remenicent of that stupid movie about the ten plagues with Hilary Swank and the locusts, remember the one?
Anyway, Usually the magpies are quite good around where i live, they sing to me from the safe distance of the trees, and i don't set my cat on them. We have an agreement. But today they breached the agreement and i couldnt figure out why, they went for me again when i came trudging back up to the room and then i spotted the reason for their attack. Two of their little babies had fallen out of a tree and were waiting patiently on the lawn for a heroic rescuer.
Cue me into the picture.
I don't know how the little fluffy babies had been floor-bound but they looked shitty, tired and in need of a good feed and nap. If it's possible for birds to look that way. So armed with a towel, a make-shift nest and a ladder i managed to catch said birdies, relocate them to the safety of the roof and stand back and enjoy my delightful handi-work.
When i got home from work today i went out and checked up on my little friends, who i had named Fred and George, (Yes, i get attached to creatures very quickly, i have a habit of naming spiders that live for more than three days in our bathroom) Fred had moved on, higher into the tree and to freedom, but fat little George is still out there near his nest waiting for the right time to move, which was, probably about four hours ago.
The problem is, there is a good chance that Serial Killer trapped in the furry overweight body of my ginger cat will have most likely polished off poor George by the time i wake tommorow, so i hope he gets his act into gear and buggers off.
So, we will see what happens.
I'm off to see SuperBad. With that fat guy who's name slips my mind.

GOODBYE gentle viewers.

Holy Shenanigans. A new blogger.

I think it is high time that i do something vaguely creative with my computer time.
I tell myself everytime i gravitate towards my laptop, 'i'll just check my emails, read the news and be done.'
Two hours later after i've been through the emails, flicked through the news, stalked randoms on Myspace, caused shenanigans on Facebook, Youtubed, Wiki'd, Nerded it up and bidded for at least a thousand things on Ebay i feel rather ashamed.
So in a completly half-arsed attempt of making my time infront of this screen worthwhile, i decided to start a proper blog. Not one of those floptastic myspace things. Oh no, this is the real deal.
A place for people to read my pathetic attempst at witty ramblings.
So here goes nothing.