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Resolutions

Posted on Friday, 31st December 2004 at 8:49pm
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My new year’s resolutions:

Stay safe, don’t drink and drive, and have a great new year everyone.












Depends

Posted on Wednesday, 29th December 2004 at 3:37am
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Depends

Trillian 3’s encyclopaedia feature makes for some odd chats. At first it’s kind of cool, but it soon turns into that friend who tells you random bits of information that you don’t want to know while you nod, smile and think “Does this person have a degree in randomcrapology?” Or that bloody Microsoft Office assistant that you wish would stop bugging you about letter templates and go clip some paper together or jump off a desk.












Supermart

Posted on Monday, 27th December 2004 at 5:55pm
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If I’m feeling better by Thursday, I want to head to the Breadbox in Northbridge and check out the Supermart exhibition.

“A place where art meets consumerism and where purchasing becomes an art.”

supermart

The idea is the gallery is set up to look like a supermarket; including aisles, a checkout and shopping baskets. You can walk around and buy the art as you would your groceries.

I’ve been craving for some Knitted Donuts and Pre-Packaged Finger Food, I also want to pick up Someone Else’s Shopping List, a Pocket-sized Docket and Some Other People’s Photographs.

For more information check out supermart.com.au or if you’re a native Perthian, head down to the Breadbox Gallery, 233 James St Northbridge, before December 30th.

Oh, and don’t forget to nominate your favourite aussie blogs in the 2005 Australian Blog Awards.












Crappy Christmas

Posted on Sunday, 26th December 2004 at 2:53pm
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I’d love to tell you that my Christmas was fantastic and full of joy, food and all that other crap, but it totally wasn’t.

Little red chrissy monkey

One thing I desperately wanted for Christmas was to not to be sick and I didn’t find it wrapped up under the tree Christmas morning. I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in bed thinking, “I’m not throwing up, nope, no way” trying to convince myself that there was to be no throwing up. It didn’t work. I could only eat a small amount and if an evil blue midget named Fred asked me if I wanted to sell my soul in exchange for instant wellness, I so would have done it. I think it might be my asthma medication or a stomach bug making me feel ill, but since all the doctors are closed, I can’t find out until late next week. I’m really starting to think someone has put an evil curse on me, some gypsy or blue midget I pissed off back in the day, because it’s getting ridiculous.

I did get some great presents though, such as…

The towels weren’t one of those underwear or face cloth presents your grandmother gives you, I actually wanted them. They’re Egyptian cotton towels, which means they are amazingly soft. I feel in love with Egyptian cotton after I bought some bed sheets made of it, and now there’s no going back. I’m still Kitta from the block.












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