Testing, testing…one…two…one…two
Yep. She’s ready to go.
Welcome to the new Swandives. Ok, so it’s not really new. More the continuing journey of inanity. And notice the spiffy new URL. Yes, I finally have a domain all of my own. I’m just moving in at the moment, putting up curtains and making sure my stuff didn’t get lost in the move. Normal stream of consciousness will resume shortly.
I didn’t think i did, but I must on some level, coz I’m a bit freaked out by the results of the latest blog quiz I just did in my lunch hour.
http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz
The first result was Black Comedy. The movie of my life would be a black comedy.
So I went back and changed one answer that I wasn’;t 100% about and I got Cult Classic. That would explain the actions of a few ex-boyfriends, but I think I’ve moved on since then.
So then I got my husband to do the quiz and he got Black Comedy too. Great. At least we're consistent. And our lounge room *does* resemble a scene outta High Fidelity with all the bloody vinyl (altho I much preferred Gross Pointe Blank).
I apologise. I stayed up and watched the Soccoroos play last night. People keep telling me it's conceited to think my sports teams lose when I watch them (and it is, I know) but the fact is, if I don't watch, they win and if I watch, they lose. Sorry guys. But you done good and played strong. We still loves ya.
Went to see the fabulous Mr Jeff Martin play at the Basement last night. Ahhh….was wonderful. We booked a table for dinner. So civilised.
When we emerged we did the dash to the train through thousands of green and gold-decked fans. The rain did not dampen them. The result no doubt did. But it was still special.
The Concise Oxford Dictionary has just released its 11th edition. And, according to the Oxford English Corpus, the 25 most used nouns are as follows:
1. time
2. person
3. year
4. way
5. day
6. thing
7. man
8. world
9. life
10. hand
11. part
12. child
13. eye
14. woman
15. place
16. work
17. week
18. case
19. point
20. government
21. company
22. number
23. group
24. problem
25. fact
Yikes. That doesn’t bode well. For starters, where’s love? We’re so caught up with time and work we’re forgetting the important things. At least life’s in there, I guess.
The horns were sounding again this morning!
Everywhere I see green and gold flags hanging out of car windows. I am going to go find one at lunchtime to put on the car.
Good boys! We loves ya.
A few years ago my beloved wrote a book about Michael Hutchence. He has often said that one of the best things about being an author is that occasionally you find copies of your books in second hand stores. So I’m sure he’ll be pleased to know that he’s a collector’s item on eBay:
I love to flick channels during ads on television. It's annoying, I know, but I don't like taping shows so I quite often watch two (or more) shows at once. These days it's a bit of a useless passtime, as stations seem to sync their ads, but last night I had the unfortunate experience of flicking onto the Footy Show.
What a lot of louts. Why bother flying all the way to Germany if you know so little about the beautiful game that you don't even know how the teams are picked? Seriously - they didn't know about the final draw or how it works. It was embarrassing.
I am not, in general, a huge sports fan. And I've been fortunate enough to go to a World Cup Final Draw (in Korea). I realise not everybody is going to understand how it works. But all last night's performance by the boorish men of so-called 'football' showed was just how arrogant they are. That they can spend all that money (and given the sackings of several members of the news team last week, that in itself is puzzling) to turn up, profess complete ignorance of the game and generally encourage loutish Australians is a shocker, I reckon (she says in her broadest strine accent).
Yeouch!
My brain hurts.
And it's still freezing in the office.
Icicles are forming on my toes.
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I hate clowns. Have ever since I was about 3 and was taken to the circus. I wanted to see the trapeze artists. Instead, I got awful clowns who popped balloons and make me cry. Awwww.
I should be at pilates but [insert whiny voice here] it’s too cold and it’s dark and I don’t wanna walk to the gym.
So much for hard core training.
Gee muses