Kitta

Web-ookies

I made some cookies today but they’re not normal cookies, oh no, they’re web-ookies. “What the hell are web-ookies?” I hear you ask. Well, they are cookies with your favourite websites on them. Mmm, cookies and the web finally joined together as one.

Had to make one for the Shiny plastic bag crew.

Little yellow different looks so cool in edible gel.

Couldn’t leave Taylor out of the cookie fun.

If I get enough requests for the recipe, I’ll post it later, but it’s just a normal sugar cookie with some gel pen decorating. So feel free to break out the basic ingredients and make a set of your own web-ookies.

Now, if only I have red gel I could do a little red monkey. 😉

My Inner Voice

I was given an Easter card this morning from my grandmother. It was a pretty little card, with bunny rabbits and eggs on the front. After about a minute or so I said “I don’t get Easter cards”, and the moment I said it the voice inside my head started to scream “WTF are you doing, she just gave you a card and you bagging it? Think quick you wanker”.

Nikita: “I mean, why have a card for it?”
Nikita’s inner voice: “That wasn’t very, good try again”
Nikita: “It’s just they have cards for everything these days!”
Nikita’s inner voice: “Do they have one that an inner voice would give to someone that won’t be quiet?”

My mother gives me a look, a look which my inner voice would probably also give me if it could, a “shut the hell up” look.

Nikita: “I saw a card a while back, it said ‘sorry to hear you got fired’, that was silly”
Nikita’s inner voice: “Would you like me to help you dig that hole you’re in?”
Nikita: “Yeah…”
Nikita’s inner voice: “I do hope that means you’re done”

I do this all the time. I’m known for saying daft things right after someone gives me something, it’s a sickness. At Christmas my Aunt and Uncle came over, they gave me a book and a nice pair of handmade earrings. They were simple earrings, so I started telling her how you easy it is to make them.

Nikita: “They’re really easy to make, just get the wire and some beads and crimps here and here”
Nikita’s inner voice: “Oh no, here you go again”
Nikita’s aunt: “Oh…”
Nikita: “Yeah, really simple”
Nikita’s inner voice: “I really do wish I had a stun gun in here to shut you up at times like this”
Nikita’s aunt: “Well, they’re still a nice pair of earrings”
Nikita’s inner voice: “She thinks you hate them, say you love them, that you’d sell your soul for them”
Nikita: “Oh yes, they are”
Nikita’s inner voice: “I think it’s best to just shut up now and change the subject”
Nikita: *mumbles* “Me too”

My McDonalds Milkshake

I was out shopping today, getting some basic things, when I overheard two young girls talking. They must have been between 8 and 10, but they liked to act like they were more 12 to 14, testing out the make up and acting older then they are. Kelis’s ‘Milkshake’ song was playing in the store, and they started a conversation about it’s meaning:

Young Girl #1: “Why would her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard?”

Young Girl #2: “Maybe it’s like a reallyyyyyy good milkshake.”

Young Girl #1: “Like a McDonalds milkshake?”

Young Girl #2: “Yeah, like a McDonalds milkshake.”

Sweet, pure, little, McDonald’s milkshake loving minds. I hope you never change.

Happy 50th Birthday Mum

It’s my mothers 50th birthday today. She’s not too happy with the whole ‘turning 50’ concept, but she is thrilled it’s her birthday, even if her present was a bit early.

About a week or so back I asked Ella if she would help me with ‘operation surprise mum with flowers’ for her 50th birthday (I am without credit card you see). Ella, being the fantastically cool person she is, said yes and became as excited as I was. We decided upon a two dozen rose assortment, a teddy bear and some amazingly yummy (so I’m told) chocolates from the Freo Chocolate Factory. Ella placed the order Saturday morning, and told them to deliver it on Monday the 5th (today) to mums workplace. I then tried to act normal around my mother every time she asked what I was getting her for her birthday.

Saturday afternoon my mother got a phone call from work. There was a package there for her and she really should come pick it up. When she told me, I had to smile and act surprised, but in the back of my mind I thought “oh shit, I hope they didn’t fuck up the delivery date”. She went to pick them up from work and the moment she brought them in the door I knew it was the package from my brother, Ella and me. Crap.

She was thrilled anyway. She’d never really had someone send her some flowers before. Then she noticed that the teddy had a yellow stain down its side, crap again, the flowers must have stained the teddy. She wasn’t really worried, and happily washed her teddy with a cloth and some stain remover. She did it quite lovingly actually, and now that I think of it, she probably hasn’t been given a teddy in years.

Later that night, she came to my door dressed in her PJ’s, with a cheeky smile on her face and hugging her new teddy. She didn’t look like someone about to turn 50, more like a 13 year old girl saying goodnight to her parents. It was so cute.

In a way it turned out well that the flowers came early. On Sunday she had some old friends over, she got to show off her flowers and share her chocolaty goodness with them.

Happy 50th Birthday Mum (And thanks Ella).

Two cops and me in a towel

It was a normal day in July, 2000. I had just woken up and I was walking to the bathroom when I noticed my brother jumping the fence. He’d forgotten his keys, again. I jumped in the shower and started to sing to as one does when showering. “Throw your arms around me” I hummed as I worked the shampoo into my hair and just as I was about to wash it out someone started knocking on the bathroom door. I was annoyed with my brother for this interruption. I grabbed a towel and loosely put it around myself, then flung open the door ready to yell (I mean talk loudly), at my brother when I saw something I didn’t expect.

Two young male police officers standing at my bathroom door.

I’m not too sure who was more shocked. Myself: The girl half naked in a towel with shampoo running down her face. Or them: The young police officers.

Officer #1: “Umm, sorry miss, we umm…”

Officer #2: “We had a report that someone was breaking in at this residence.”

Nikita: “Breaking in?”

Officer #2: “Yes, someone jumped the fence and the neighbours reported it.”

Nikita: “Oh, you mean my brother, he forgot his keys and jumped the fence.”

I try to re arrange my towel, it is slipping and I’m sure there’s some law against flashing an officer, even in your own home.

Officer #2: “Ok, so your safe then?”

Nikita: “Yeah, I’m fine.”

My brother walks into the kitchen, with a ‘why are you in a towel and talking to the police in our house’ look on his face, unaware he was the cause of it all. One of the officers points at him and I nod.

Officer #2: “Ok then miss, we’ll go now.”

Nikita: “Let my brother show you out, oh hang on, he needs the keys…”

Officer #2: “That’s ok, we’ll just jump back over the fence.”

They leave by jumping back over the fence and my brother and I stand in silence, trying to work things out. He shrugs and walks away. I make a face and go back to my shower. While washing the shampoo out of my hair I remembered something…

Where the hell was Harry, the fearsome guard dog that barks at people 5 houses away, during all this drama?

Fast asleep on the couch he was. He slept through the whole thing and I had to wake him and tell him off for not only sleeping on the couch, but also for not waking up when people jumped the fence. He replied with a snort as if to say ‘I knew they were cops, its cool’ and put his head back down on the couch.

It was no longer a normal day.

Warning

I received this in an email a few days ago:

With all the news on TV lately about the tropical cyclone hitting the North West Coast of Australia, we shouldn’t forget that Perth has its share of devastating weather too. I’ve attached a photo illustrating the damage caused to a home from a Perth storm that passed through the metropolitan area yesterday. It really makes you cherish what you have, and reminds us not to take things for granted! Warning: The attached picture is graphic and may not be suitable for sensitive viewers.

Click here to see the picture that was attached.

Old to new

I have been busy upgrading my computer over the last few days, but in my typical style, I did it the hard way. After obtaining the new hardware (which I will mention later in this post), I got so excited that I didn’t even bother to sort out all my old stuff and attacked my case vigorously, installing all the fun new hardware. However, upon running it for the first time, windows would not work. Oh no. I thought it would crap it’s self, but I never thought it would just go “yeah right, bugger off”. Not to worry, a plan was hatched where windows was running using the old hardware so the old could be moved to the new. All was well again. I just hope I didn’t forget any of the old, I always tend to forget something. Last time I forgot my favourites and emails. Now onto the upgrades…

2 sticks of Hyundai 256Mb
AMD Athlon XP2500+
ASUS A7N8X-E Deluxe
40GB hardrive
Gexcube Radeon 9600XT video card

All that is missing is a sexy new case and a DVD drive. What was wrong with the old case? Well, it was a nice case to look at, but inside it was not so great. It seemed suck in dust no matter how I set up the fans and in the end, it stared to really piss me off. Goodbye bluey, it was cool. (Well, no it was warm. You never really offered me places to put any fans.)

I just realized what I forgot. I forgot to copy the font’s folder, fantastic. 😦

For me?

As walked into the kitchen this morning I was thinking “I’m thirsty and my throat hurts… Flowers. Huh? Flowers?!” Yes, there was a huge assortment of flowers, in a vase and with a monkey toy attached to it, waiting for me in the kitchen this morning. Me. The girl who’s only ever had people give her cheap ass bunches of flowers that are already dead and still have the “Reduced to $2” on them. Even though there was no name on the card, I instantly knew it was from Ella because of what the card said:

“A worthy nomination, better luck next year. (P.S. Can I have some more points now haha)”

The nomination bit was about the bloggie awards and if you join the forum you’ll get what the points bit is about. Ella is the only point whore I know that would send me flowers. It was a nice surprise and I want to say a big thank you to Ella. You made my day dude! 😀

That was fun

I ended up winning over tiredness and logged onto IRC last night (or would 2am be classed as this morning?) and it was fun. Not too many people there, most talkative were Sergio, Tom and Scrivs. What was it like? It was like a car went past at high speed with the winners names printed on it. I was left asking “Does anyone know who won best aussie?” and I only just found out Loobylu won it today. Word has it that the IRC conversation was projected on a screen for a bit at SXSW, so I tried my best to not say stupid things. Anyone have pictures of the event?

Congratulations to Dan of who won Best Designed Weblog I knew he was going to win and I’m happy he did. Simplebits rocks. Also congratulations to Sergio for his win. 🙂

Till next year…

Tweak

As you can see, I’ve once again made some changes to Kitta.net. Tweak, tweak, tweak. Font is now Verdana, navigation is now super cool and you’ll find a few changes here and there on the content pages. Most noticeable being colophon, which is a mix of the old about and site info pages.

Bloggie awards are in a few hours (that’s if I worked out the time difference right) at SXSW. And for those that have just surfed in, Kitta.net is up for ‘Best Designed Weblog’. If I do manage to win the battle with tiredness, I’ll log onto #BlogIRC that’s been set up to announce the bloggie winners. It’s the next best thing to being there.

Thank you all for the emails and well wishes, I am feeling better now and I’m off the evil shoe forgetting medication. Special thanks to Jesse for reminding me what a shoe is in an email:

Shoe [ shoo ]
Noun (plural shoes)

1. stiff outer covering for the foot: an outer covering for the foot, usually made of leather, fabric, or plastic, with a stiff sole and usually not reaching above the ankle
2. See horseshoe n.1
3. protective part in an engine: a lining or part in an engine or machine that protects another part from being worn down
4. playing card dispenser: a special box that dispenses playing cards one at a time
5. power collector on an electric train: the part of an electric train or streetcar that connects with the electrified rail from which it draws power
6. metal strip on sled: a strip of metal along the runner of a sled
7. part of a bridge: a base that supports the upper part of a bridge

So which one is it?