December 2009
20 posts
Up at 4am on Christmas day. What am I, six years...
whatitsliketodie:
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And it’s still 11 AM on Christmas Eve here! Every time I see one of those posts it gets my attention and I go WTF, then I remember they’re from Aukland, New Zealand. Another reason I really enjoy Tumblr. So are you peeking before everybody else wakes up?
Nope… just me and the boyfriend who is fast asleep, and I am determined not to peek! Off to brunch with...
Up at 4am on Christmas day. What am I, six years...
YOU REALLY ARENT ANY HOTTER WHEN YOU POUT YOUR... →
New favourite Facebook group.
Forever brewing bubbles : Elderflower champagne →
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I am eating cake for breakfast
Baked it last night for dessert.
So I saw a screencap of a movie posted to...
pterodactyls:
fatmanatee:
It was reblogged with the commentary “OMG I LOVE THIS MOVIE” or something. I was slightly curious about it, except for one problem: I had no idea what the movie was. Not a clue, and it was random actors, so I couldn’t look it up.
At least the guy tagged his tumblr ID to the screencap! I know I’m guilty of sometimes (most of the time) not sourcing movie or TV pics...
“I screamed, but there was nothing to hear.”
– Rom Houben, a quadriplegic Belgian man, on being conscious but unable to communicate for 23 years. Doctors assumed he was in a persistent vegetative state until three years ago, when new brain scanning methods showed that Houben’s cerebral cortex was still active. He is now able to communicate with...
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Five hours of (mostly unsuccessful) labwork,...
Not a bad day.
Tears of frustration kept to a minimum.
Christmas Shopping: Success
intimationsofimmortality:
Parking the car at the top of Queen Street and having to walk back up the hill fully laden with gifts in the scorching heat: not so much.
Next time Ian, do it the other way round. Walk downhill when fully laden.
I have been guilty of taking the 50 cent bus up Queen Street when I just could not be arsed with the five minute walk.
I am supremely, terribly shortsighted (-10 diopter, hurray!). Sometimes when I’m in bed and want to see the tv but am without contacts and can’t be bothered reaching for my glasses, I peer through a tiny hole made by scrunching up my index finger under my thumb. It’s like a make-shift correcting lens.
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Best and worst thing about living together now is that I am there when he comes home drunk at 3.16 AM and starts making baked beans on toast, singing made up words to the national anthem and the haka because the rugby is on, and when asked why he is putting on a green Las Vegas visor he replies, “I don’t want people to see what I’m betting”.
flavors.me →
Playing around on the flavors.me site. It’s still in beta and therefore a little twitchy and buggy but looks promising.