More quickness! At this rate my blogging prowess is coming into question. Surely there's a little blue pill for writing?
Some of you lifetime fans (I'm looking at you Rhino) may remember that Rube Goldberg machines have a special place in my heart and the heart in my mind (that part that makes you light up and occasionally giggle like you just saw boobies for the first time). I'm also an advocate of laziness, though Bruno Mars can take his song and shove it into a sensitive place. So it was no wonder that upon the discovery of this little gem, that I felt the urge to share it with all you gorgeous people with damn fine taste in blogosites. Ladies and gentlemen I give you The Page Turner.
...baby-stepping to success!
Friday, 13 January 2012
Monday, 9 January 2012
Tongue Tied and Brain Twisted
I found a poem that is more than a poem. It something of a test apparently. I just found it incredibly fun because I'm a nerd like that. To hell with what others think; when I finished I couldn't help but think what a beautiful language it is.
As for the statistic at the beginning, it doesn't help when most English speaking people aren't too bright to begin with. Myself included.
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
My 2012, What Big Looming Threats of Doom You Have
It's 3am. I am wide awake. This wouldn't be an issue were I waking up at decent times and not just before noon each day. It seems being unemployed has caused me to develop some bad habits. On the upside, saying it's 3am leads me into singing the Matchbox 20 song. So not all bad.
The time between job hunting could be spent being far more productive but unfortunately Skyrim happened. Instead of improving my skills or refining my talents I have some fancy armour and take to beating dragons with a hammer, which to be fair is surprisingly relaxing. But I digress. It's 2012! we're all doomed! Or are we? While the idea of global annihilation (so proud of spelling that right on the first go) brings a sort of adventurous wonder to reality, most of us are fairly certain that such a thing won't happen this year. But then most of us were fairly certain at one point or another that the world was flat, the Earth was the centre of the universe and that reality television was a good idea. For those not quite up to speed, the Earth is most assuredly round and far from the centre of anything and reality television should be expunged from history and the creators and participators of which launched into the nearest black hole in the hopes that they are somehow stricken from existence.
Here's hoping you all had a spiffing Christmas, or other holiday season, and a jolly good new year!
...I said baby, it's 3am I must be lonely, I said baby... (count yourselves lucky you can't hear my singing)
The time between job hunting could be spent being far more productive but unfortunately Skyrim happened. Instead of improving my skills or refining my talents I have some fancy armour and take to beating dragons with a hammer, which to be fair is surprisingly relaxing. But I digress. It's 2012! we're all doomed! Or are we? While the idea of global annihilation (so proud of spelling that right on the first go) brings a sort of adventurous wonder to reality, most of us are fairly certain that such a thing won't happen this year. But then most of us were fairly certain at one point or another that the world was flat, the Earth was the centre of the universe and that reality television was a good idea. For those not quite up to speed, the Earth is most assuredly round and far from the centre of anything and reality television should be expunged from history and the creators and participators of which launched into the nearest black hole in the hopes that they are somehow stricken from existence.
Here's hoping you all had a spiffing Christmas, or other holiday season, and a jolly good new year!
...I said baby, it's 3am I must be lonely, I said baby... (count yourselves lucky you can't hear my singing)
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