| Ditsy Event of the Day |
| Friday, July 28, 2006 |
Where I live there are loads of apartments that all share big rubbish bins. Last night while I was putting out my rubbish, I chanced across a tall, handsome, well-dressed fellow apartment dweller putting out his garbage at the same time.
I really think I ruined my chances when I said "It must be rubbish-time!" in a sing-song school ma'am voice.
(Yes it was one of those times when you walk away slapping your forehead)Labels: ditsy event of the day |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 8:45 AM |
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| WARNING - this movie contains squishy eyes |
| Tuesday, July 25, 2006 |
And I don't mean crying ...
Since I have seen several movies of late that feature some sort of eye violence (squishing an eye under foot in Kill Bill 2, squirting blood out of a zombie flat-mate's eye in Shaun of the Dead) I've decided there should be a squishy eye warning at the beginning of movies. Along with the "This movie contains violence, language, etc. that will offend some viewers", there should also be some mention of random eye squishing. Because it always takes you by surprise, you have no time to shut your eyes and, like eeeeuw. |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:48 AM |
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| Subconscious 'girl' junk food consumption |
| Friday, July 21, 2006 |
Today I was accused of being susceptible to junk food marketing. Apparently I subconsciously bought junk food packaged for females (A bar of Guylian praline chocolate and new lime and chilli Soho Delites) while the accuser indulged in a masculine packet of Cheese Supreme Doritos and Picnic chocolate bar.
What he just didn't seem to realise is that if the packaging is slimline the junk food inside has less calories ;) |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 4:04 PM |
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| Metal things, girly bits and the rubbish-speak gland |
| Thursday, July 20, 2006 |
Today I discovered that talking complete rubbish loudly and quickly does in no way cover up the fact that someone has a hard metal thing shoved far too far into your girly bits and is scraping with it.
More importantly, I also discovered that when you think you've said all the rubbish you can possibly have inside you, there is more. (Quite obviously there is a rubbish-speak gland that secretes in uncomfortable situations.) |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:53 AM |
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| Something bizarre I am admitting to the world... |
| Wednesday, July 12, 2006 |
We have a movie-house poster on the back of our toilet door (for The Astor - it's a theatre that plays old and new movies). It's been there for at least two years, so it's no longer good for checking out what movies are on. Instead, I seem to be using it to practise speaking movie names backwards, which is, of course, an invaluable talent that will stand me in good stead for years to come.
So far the following movie names just roll off the tongue backwards:
- The Doog, the Dab and the Ylgu (The Good the Bad and the Ugly)
- Ytimalac Enaj (Calamity Jane, a personal fave)
- Lizarb (Brazil)
- Efil fo Nairb (Life of Brian; a Ytnom Pohtyp classic) |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 6:19 PM |
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| Strange default song from the mind of another |
| Tuesday, July 11, 2006 |
I was discussing 'default songs' with a work colleague the other day. (That is, the song that springs automatically from your brain when there is no other song stuck in there.)
He is a cool, very together young man, but had no qualms in telling me that his default song was "Favourite Things" from The Sound of Music. And he didn't seem to mind when I laughed out loud - loudly. |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 6:27 PM |
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| The great un-beggar - a weekend life surprise |
| Monday, July 03, 2006 |
So I am walking along busy Brunswick Street and chance upon a homeless man sitting on the steps of a pub.
He says to me Hey boss.
In my mind I'm thinking "Here we go, he'll want me to give him some money"
Did you call me boss? I say, and start digging in my purse for some coins.
I call all women boss. Do you smoke?
No (Oh, not money then, he wants to bum a smoke)
Oh you don't? Because I was going to give you a cigarette.
Well surprise of all surprises. |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:47 AM |
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