Beadmobile

In 2002 David Best came up with the idea to make the above Beadmobile after being asked by the Germany's Essen Motor to create an art car for the event. It took over 100 people, mostly passers by and school children, to help glue the thousands (possibly millions) of beads supplied by Fire Mountain Gems and Beads onto the car.

Beadman: "What's that I hear… a beader in trouble...?"
Tigertail: "Yes, I think it is beadman."
Beadman: "To the beadmobile tigertail!"

Via Bead and Button - Issue 60.

Hot Water Bottle

I saw something, a shadow on my roof, which looked oddly like a hot water bottle. It moved. I jumped up and cowered in the corner of my room looking around for the hot water bottle shadow to emerge once again, nothing. I ran towards my door, far cry style, ducking just in case the hot water bottle shadow was planning an attack. I turned the light on and looked around, again nothing. My heart was racing. I walked into the kitchen and it finally hit me...

"What the hell am I doing? I'm looking for a fucking shadow shaped like a hot water bottle in my room, that’s what I’m doing!"

I went back to bed, confused about what had just happened and very scared of hot water bottles. Earlier I had taken the shoe forgetting medication again. I had been in pain all weekend and was frustrated by lack of sleep, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. I really should stop myself from proceeding with something after thinking "seems like a good idea", because in the past, it never turns out to be a good idea.

I know that I wasn't dreaming when I scanned my room for hot water bottle shapes, the jewellery boards which I knocked over were proof of that. I must have been hallucinating beforehand though, imagining some hot water bottle shadow in my sleep. I hope I was hallucinating, because otherwise there's some weird fucking creature lose in my room.

I am so never taking the shoe forgetting medication again.

Hooray, no spam here!

About a week ago I got Gmail (Thanks to Pam). My thoughts?

I like the look of Gmail, it's very clean and there are no 'buy this kitten now and get another one free' banner ads which tend to distract you. I don't even mind the text ads (which I've started using at kitta.net a few day ago, I too have sold out just like Sergio).

And they weren't lying when they said it's fast, I wasn't sure if the first few emails I set were actaully sent, due to its fastness. It also seems to refresh the window if left open. I'm pretty sure Hotmail or Yahoo don't do this (I could be wrong though, so don't hurt me with sharp objects) and it's a nice feature.

I'm not sure how it goes with spam, since I've received none so far, the "Hooray, no spam here!" message not only makes me laugh, but also sigh in relief.

The spell check is pretty damn good, although I'd like to see an option where the user could choose other languages, it keeps telling me to spell colour as 'color' and jewellery as 'jewelry'.

Well, that's my thoughts on Gmail so far. Feel free to email me so I can beta some more, I haven't received many emails yet and I'd like to test it out a bit more. My address is:

nikitak [at] gmail.com

(Note: I do not, repeat DO NOT, have any Gmail invites yet, so please don't ask me for one. If and when I do receive any invites they will be given to family and friends who've been bugging me for the last week about them.)

Odd Spot

I only noticed something odd today, which was that the bit of paper that covers the sticky part on Libra sanitary pads now comes with some facts on it...

I can just imagine the meeting at Libra...

The boss: "Ok people, we need to come up with something new, so the ladies will buy our products, any ideas?"
Jill, the only female in management: "We could make a commercial that pisses them off, thus making them remember us."
The boss: "No, we need to think bigger people."
Craig: "What about re-designing the packets once again, maybe we could find out a way to make an invisible case, so when it falls out of their bags there will be no embarrassment. We all know how the ladies hate tampon incidents."
The boss: "We tried that last year, the test subjects couldn't find the case once they dropped it."
Ben: "I know! Why don't we put silly little facts on the bit of paper that covers the sticky part?"
The boss: "Fantastic idea Ben, we could call it 'odd spot', it would be a hit with the ladies!"

Ben gets a raise and I write a blog entry about sanitary pads.

Irish suit wearing man

A few days ago I was sitting at the kitchen table chatting with my friend Candy, the topic of conversation was the type of guy I should date...

Candy: "I know the type of guy who'd be perfect for you."
Nikita: "Oh here we go..."
Candy: "He'd be tall, have brown hair and wear a suit, oh and he'd also be Irish."
I give her a look, a 'what the hell are you on?' look.
Nikita: "He sounds like a wanker."
She laughs and she tries to correct herself, but then I start laughing, she places her head in her hands and mumbles something which I can't make out.

So according to my friend, a tall Irish man in a suit is the way to go. I, on the other hand, think she's nuts and really needs a holiday. But it got me thinking, what would the perfect guy for me be like? So I made a list...

• He'd kill evil spiders without laughing at me while I do the spider dance (the spider dance pretty much consists of me jumping up and down, waving my hands around and yelling "Spider!").
• Be a night person (because if he was a day person we'd drive each other insane).
• Someone who doesn't use alarm clocks.
• Someone who blogs, because I don't want to go through that whole "So what is a blog?" conversation every few months.
• He wouldn't mind that I buy 5 g-strings that cost $25 each and happily donate towards my addiction.
• Someone who owns a lot of really cool books that I don't own.
• He'd have to get my sense of humour and make me laugh when I'm in a horrible mood.
• Someone who's shy and doesn't have a fake personality.
• A guy who is creative and challenges me.
• Someone who doesn't lie or bullshit to me.
• He'd love me as I am, and not try to change me.
• A guy who doesn't own more hair products then I do (I don't care what the Fab Five say, there is such a thing as too many hair products).
• Someone who wouldn't think I'm nuts when I do my 'crazy joe' voice (if you know me well, you'll know what I'm talking about).
• He'd love the fact I sing 'throw your arms around me' too much, and even join in.
• Someone down to earth, that likes the simple things in life.
• And most importantly, he has to be able to give life altering back massages (give me a back massage and I'll love you for life).

(Note: It's not that I don't like men who wear suits or Irish men, suits look fantastic and Irish men are funny and cute. It's just those two things together are a bit odd. I mean, could you imagine an Irish man wearing a suit all the time? It would be totally wankerish.)