Microwhatthe!

The other night we went out to Cattle Baron in Durbanville (oh Chateaubriand... how I love thee), so of course while surrounded by mouthwatering food and a bottle of Nederberg Baronne WE think now is a great time to talk about how delicious it it when you over-microwave the simple vienna sausage.
Yes, we be heathens.

This morning I stumbled across the site Microwhat thanks to SwissMiss.
Now I'm not going to run home and throw out my microwave... no ways! But maybe it'll give us all a little pause before we think about microwaving the crap out of something. In our case – distractions everywhere, modern lives and all that – it'll likely only be a short pause and it'll probably be to say "I also want to microwave toothpaste to make it do that!"

seriously though... I should have been micrwaving and documenting it all these years! Go and look at this tumblr! It's both fascinating and worrying.

What gave me a slightly longer pause was this woman! It's kinda scary. Like Death Becomes Her but the secret elixir is actually the juice of your homegrown broccoli. Eep!

Maybe if I try and do at least 1 raw meal a week it will save me from some of the wrinkles and leave me to reheat in peace... maybe.

a quick explanation...

I struggle to explain to people WHAT kind of nerd/geek I was as a kid.

I finally figured out a fast way to illustrate it thanks to watching Napoleon Dynamite again!

I started out like this:

Side pony, "fanny pack" and home made jewelery ALL included.

Then I cut my hair:

Love of soul music, attitude (GEEZ!), awkward dancing and yes... THIS hairstyle also included.

So simple really :) 

Now you know...

My inner teenager rebels...

but not too much.

I never quite got the rebelling thing down when I was younger. Being a horrid cheeky brat to my mother I aced – sneaking out, smoking or lying about boys, I left all that to my peers.

It's not that I didn't think about it, but I settled into who I really was quite early. A clumsy (there goes sneaking), slightly ocd (cannot handle the feel of a cigarette in my hand without wanting to wash) socially awkward ("how DOES one speak to boys anyway?") girl who would later become a similar adult! WIN!

SO it's hard to relate to the Hoodies who were the terror of London last year. My mother wouldn't even allow me to go to the mall 5km's away without submitting an itinerary of my plans for approval.
However the moment I read this post on Gizmodo "Acne Enhancing Pink Lighting Used To Deter Loitering Youths" the teenager in me panicked completely!

Pffft! Ah hell... I guess let them do it actually. It may be a little cruel, sure... but if it works and stops some of the nonsense going on then that HAS to be a good thing right? Scared citizens can now walk safely toward the pastel pink light!

Just a few questions:
Won't the pink lights look a little like "red lights" and lead to some awful confusion?
and as the article jokes "it does nothing to deter the more attractive teens who aren't dealing with the unfortunate side effects of puberty."
So will the "mean girls" and boys of our high school years still be able to prowl around? Will the world ever be fair? damn.

I still think my mom should hold seminars with new parents as to how to encourage your child into the geeky/nerd way of life. They'll suffer only mildly (and perhaps hold a few strange grudges into adulthood) but they WILL thank you for it later. Or at least I do...

Damn you Mr Stump

Here's kinda how the other afternoon went.

PROGRESSION from "meh" to obsessive love of a song:
I was listening to new music I got. This song plays.
"Hey isn't this Patrick Stump from Fallout Boy?"

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I have always loved his voice, but gave a song or two a listen from his solo album and didn't fall in love. I'd resigned myself to officially missing Fallout Boy and my ridiculous twenties. Now this song at first was the same... till something hooked me. I hit replay and listened to the words & they're great.
"Oh nostalgia, I don't need you anymore
'Cause the salad days are over and the meat is at my door"

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Then i started thinking about my little sister and how much fun we would have singing this song if she were stuck in traffic with me right then. I started thinking about how the words apply to some of the crap she's had to go through over these last few years and how she's still managed to be one of the most compassionate and caring people I know. (& no that doesn't make her any less bad ass for those that know her...)

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So I Soundtrack the song and that sister posts the video of the song.
Damn you Mr Stump and the director of your music video for being so clever. When that dog runs and jumps that hurdle...


= I have no choice but to <3 it. I'm done for.

oh yes! And I've also realised I really need to get round to developing a youtube worthy skill.