have a comic sans free day

This link was sent to me by Holly (chur chur) and sums up my attitude to Comic Sans and its usage pretty perfectly. Yes, I call it Satan's font, but that is really only because of how it is used.

In short, it's just not safe for unregulated public use. It should be handled like controlled substances or firearms, and should be used only by licensed professionals in very specific settings.

I agree. I would say that every font, now matter how fugly, can have a purpose and an appropriate time for usage. It just so happens that most people seem to think that every time is Comic Sans time which is NOT TRUE.

As for the rest of my life, I'm in Friday mode. I have a bitch of a feature still to lay out (hee hee, that sounds dirty...) but ignoring that, tonight I should have the flat to myself and I'm going to cook up some popcorn (I know, I know, I'm meant to be being good but it's Friday!) and sit back and watch Step Up.

ans of DIRTY DANCING and FAME will dig the moves in this tale of a sullen young thug named Tyler (Channing Tatum) who winds up doing community service at the Baltimore High School for the Performing Arts. At first he's just smirking and mopping the floors, but then Nora (Jenna Dewan), a talented dancer and choreographer, loses her partner to a fractured ankle mere weeks before the big showcase, and Tyler steps in as her partner. At first he doesn't take it too seriously but then again, he's never had a real chance in life. His best friend from the street (Damaine Radcliff) gets jealous and forces Tyler to decide which side of the tracks he thinks he belongs on.

Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about. Cheesearama. This is the kind of movie I would usually indulge in with my sister. In fact it's a bit weird to write that because we haven't done it in 2 years but I will always think of here when I see a movie like this. In fact I almost prefer to watch them by myself (the first time) as opposed to with friends because it's some weird little homage to my sister ritual for myself. So, Julie, know that tonight I will be eating popcorn, watching a trashy dance movie and thinking of you. I miss you hon. xox

randomness

This is what everybody needs on their computer. A Chuck Norris Widget. Oh yeah, it's so cool it's ice cold baby. This widget lets me happily snigger away to myself throughout the day and occasionally call our IT guy (who sent me the link) to share a gem. We have caller ID on our phones so I don't feel the need to say it's me. I don't even bother with polite preliminaries, I cut straight to the chase, "Some people eat frog legs. Chuck Norris eats lizard legs, hence snakes." Oh the comic genius!

man or woman?
Every morning I walk 25 mins to the overland train station because the walk is good for me and quite nice and actually faster than catching the bus. This means that every morning I see the same crossing guard at the intersection by the roundabout. Living in a big city where everyone ignores everyone and anonymity is the name of the game, I like trying to bring my small town Dunedin feel to things so I make a point of smiling at my crossing guard and saying good morning and on Fridays I wish him a good weekend. The him part has only recently been confirmed though. For all of winter my crossing guard was bundled up like Kenny- I swear to God- except in a fluro high-viz jacket instead of orange so there wasn't much face to see and between the voice being muffled and me having my iPod going, there were very few tells. Some days I cross on the opposite side of the road but when I finally got a close-up view I decided that based on the bushy eyebrows, my crossing guard had to be a man and I am pleased to say that with the warm weather this has now been confirmed.

more crazy people at my gym
The other day on the treadmill, this solidly built guy with tattoos up his arms was running wearing a grey hooded cut-off styled t-shirt- with the hood up. As if this weren't enough, he would occasionally 'shadow-box' at the mirror as he ran. This did not seem like the kind of mo-fo to mess with so I restrained from my range of preferred reactions: (1) laugh out loud (2) snigger, progress to #1 and point (3) make loud comments to anyone who would listen about how all the Rocky movies were GAY (I've never seen one and in fact I want to but seeing people shadow box on the treadmill with their hood up brings out the shit-stirrer in me) and finally (4) hop on the treadmill beside him and every time he did a boxing move, mimic it. Failing that, just run along on the treadmill beside him singing Eye of the Tiger. But I like being alive and unmutilated so I left it. I'm such a pansy.

This is what everybody needs on their computer. A Chuck Norris Widget. Oh yeah, it's so cool it's ice cold baby. This widget lets me happily snigger away to myself throughout the day and occasionally call our IT guy (who sent me the link) to share a gem. We have caller ID on our phones so I don't feel the need to say it's me. I don't even bother with polite preliminaries, I cut straight to the chase, "Some people eat frog legs. Chuck Norris eats lizard legs, hence snakes." Oh the comic genius!

man or woman?
Every morning I walk 25 mins to the overland train station because the walk is good for me and quite nice and actually faster than catching the bus. This means that every morning I see the same crossing guard at the intersection by the roundabout. Living in a big city where everyone ignores everyone and anonymity is the name of the game, I like trying to bring my small town Dunedin feel to things so I make a point of smiling at my crossing guard and saying good morning and on Fridays I wish him a good weekend. The him part has only recently been confirmed though. For all of winter my crossing guard was bundled up like Kenny- I swear to God- except in a fluro high-viz jacket instead of orange so there wasn't much face to see and between the voice being muffled and me having my iPod going, there were very few tells. Some days I cross on the opposite side of the road but when I finally got a close-up view I decided that based on the bushy eyebrows, my crossing guard had to be a man and I am pleased to say that with the warm weather this has now been confirmed.

more crazy people at my gym
The other day on the treadmill, this solidly built guy with tattoos up his arms was running wearing a grey hooded cut-off styled t-shirt- with the hood up. As if this weren't enough, he would occasionally 'shadow-box' at the mirror as he ran. This did not seem like the kind of mo-fo to mess with so I restrained from my range of preferred reactions: (1) laugh out loud (2) snigger, progress to #1 and point (3) make loud comments to anyone who would listen about how all the Rocky movies were GAY (I've never seen one and in fact I want to but seeing people shadow box on the treadmill with their hood up brings out the shit-stirrer in me) and finally (4) hop on the treadmill beside him and every time he did a boxing move, mimic it. Failing that, just run along on the treadmill beside him singing Eye of the Tiger. But I like being alive and unmutilated so I left it. I'm such a pansy.

personality goes a long way

Marie mentioned this personality test on her blog and I have to admit, I'm a huge fan of these things. They're funny and they're great time wasters. On further searching the site, I found the following two tests which appealed to me.

1- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST
I am:

Pure Geek
39 % Nerd, 52% Geek, 21% Dork
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.

A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.

A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.

You scored better than half in Geek, earning you the title of: Pure Geek.
It's not that you're a school junkie, like the nerd, and you don't really stand out in a crowd, like the dork, you just have some interests that aren't quite mainstream. Perhaps it's anime, perhaps it's computers, perhaps it's bottlecaps, perhaps it's all of those and more. Your interests take you to events and gatherings that are filled with people you find unusual and beyond-the-pale, but you don't quite consider yourself "of that crowd." Instead, you consider yourself to be fairly normal.

2-THE 4-VARIABLE BUFFY PERSONALITY TEST
I'm not totally happy with this result but here it is:

Dawn Summers
72% amorality, 63% passion, 63% spirituality, 54% selflessness
Dawn is a person driven by her love for her friends and her desire to make a difference. Perhaps you are, too. You're willing to do whatever is necessary to do what is right for those you care about, and sometimes this can get you in a little bit of trouble.
Most of all, however, you have a heart of gold.

I wanna make a supersonic woman of you

My list of things I want to write about has now reached such epic proportions that blogging is no longer a pleasure but a chore, or rather the thought of having to do it is. So what do I do? I procrastinate. Duh. Like what else would a girl do when faced with a daunting task. I'm sure as hell not starting in on it- oh wait, here I am, starting. Hmm... go figure.

my friend is famous
His name is in cyberprint for research he is doing. I think this is cool. I also like that I have a friend who works with lasers because ever since Austin Powers, I haven't been able to hear that word without at least smiling. 'Lay-zer'. Oh the hilarity.

what gets you through the day
I am trying to go for a run in the morning before work. I say trying because it doesn't happen as much as I wish. I have come to the conclusion that waking up at 6am is just not going to happen if I get to sleep at midnight or later. This girl needs a solid 7 hours to function and left to my own devices I tend to cap at 8. And even with 7 hours under my belt, I still start my run/walk with a squinting , bleary-eyed, drooling shuffle that makes me resemble a zombie more than it does a live human being. I walk (shuffle/drool) my way to the park nearby which is really 2 smallish separated ruby/football fields and once I get to field, I start to run. I try to do 2 laps with a small walk in-between (a girl needs to breathe) and I'm aiming to just run eventually. Let me state for the record now that I am not a runner. I am not the stuff that running is made of. I enjoy sprinting. I like the feeling of speed. I like going fast. Unfortunately I don't actually go that fast because I am but a wee thing with short legs but still, sprinting I enjoy. But running- no way josé. So why am I doing it? Well it seems like a good idea at the time. I need something cardio so running's it really and it ain't that bad once the endorphins kick in, which they do with the assistance of my super cheesey choice of music. I firmly believe that if I'm going to huff, puff, and wheeze my way around a sports ground, I'm going to do it in style. Which for the past couple of mornings has meant Queen. The superduperclichéloving freak buried not-so-deep inside me finds a perverse sense of satisfaction from gleaning inspiration and meaning from such songs as Fat Bottom Girls and Don't Stop Me Now. I often wonder what people might think if they knew that I was making my running death-wheezing noise to the beat of Another One Bites the Dust...

why dresses are evil

This is why I don't wear dresses. I mean look what happens. (My friend Rose send me more photos from the ball...) I feel all feminine and liberated and sure, there may have been some alcohol involved but I turn in to a crazy beast in black.


Also I hug everyone. Poor Andy, he was very tolerant.


And here is looks like I've stripped poor Kez down and am hugging her naked...


dress + alcohol + crazy Aussie Jen = hugging and freaky photos


Me hugging Rose.

shame on me

It was only through skimming over Hamish's blog far too rapidly that I realised that Critic's website has changed. Nice one Noever, bit slow on the uptake there, never mind... Now I know I'm biased, because Critic consumed my life for 1 1/2 years and like any mother, I will always hold a fondness for my baby, even if now it's somebody else's baby... Anyway, to get to the point, I'm still awaiting a car package with issues of year's Critic (do you hear me David Large? Where are they?) but the website looks very nice and sleek and cool and feels like it has more than the previous one and is better to navigate. Props all round. And the covers are looking cool too, at some stage I'll get off my lazy ass and confront the beast that is virtual Critic so see what the contents are like but I won't have to do that if Dave actually follows through and sends them to me. NudgenudgewinkwinkknowhatImeansaynomore. All that praise aside though, I have to agree with Hamham's feedback.

But go, check it out: www.critic.co.nz. It rocks the party.

my mummy is supercool

The only thing better than coming back from holiday at 00.30 and finding that your flatmates have taken the bedsheets you washed and hung out to dry while you were on holiday and made your bed for you so that all you have to do is jimjam up and pass out, is arriving at work the next day and finding a package from your mum with a pretty dress in it and an absolutely stunning necklace with matching earrings. She loves me, she wants to pamper me, she misses me big time. (All with Miss Congeniality intonation. Of course.) It's like an unbirthday and an unChristmas all in one. Whoopee!!!

THANKS MUM YOU'RE THE BEST!!

I'll post decently about Portugal soon but right now, there's work to do.

more ball pics

Not the best of photos (of me) but this is the all the girls and doubles as photographic proof that I have worn a dress. For the benefit of the nosey people, left to right, back row: Kerry, Jen, Di, Rose, Kirsten; front row: Heike, me, Tania


And here are the boys. We're missing Phil, the whole reason we went to this thing (it was his rugby club's ball) but left to right: Andy, Alan, Martin, Greg and Tobi


Me and Phil, oh but I'm a hopeless camera whore when it comes to cheesey glam shots...

apparently I'm a drama nerd....

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Drama Nerd   You sure do love the spotlight and probably have a very out-going and loud personality. Or not. That's just a stereotype, of course. Participation in the theatre is something to be very proud of. Whether you have a great voice for musicals, or astounding skills for dramas/comedies; keep up the good work. We need more entertainment these days that isn't television and video games (not that these things are bad, necessarily.)
Artistic Nerd
Literature Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Musician
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Anime Nerd
Social Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type? Quizzes for MySpace