So... they said "no" to a Deathstar...

But fear not nerds out there...

Because one of the petitions that has gotten a "yea" from the White House is the recipe for their Honey Ale!

I know a couple brewing geeks who'll be rejoicing this one! (Apologies if this is old news to everyone else – I've been catching up on my reading a little recently, but it may not be going fast enough!)

Source: whitehouse.gov via Keyna on Pinterest

(Yes so I checked and it truly is old news as it was released in 2012. I'll catch up with the rest of you one day.)

Hello internet... you bloody weirdo.

Things discussed at the office #03:
(Lets go with 3 because I can't think I've done this enough to warrant a higher random number, but I do know I've posted about something spoken about at work before and am too lazy to go back and read how many)

A friend had something happen to her over the holidays that upset her enough to delete her Google+ profile, sign out of facebook, shut down her blog and generally get off the grid for a while.

This is what I'm thinking.
Remember when we were young girls in school and you'd have your work book which you'd painstakingly covered with magazine clippings of all your favourite things? It took hours and felt like "you". You couldn't wait to use your new khokis to pep up the title of your next creative writing task.
(Yes it was the 90's and yes I was a registered nerd...)
You turn to talk to a friend for a minute.
You swivel back as the teacher comes through the door to start the class and there, on your beautiful work, some boy has gone and drawn a penis.

WHY?!?!

Now here we are as happy (in some cases still a bit nerdy) adults, writing our blogs, putting ourselves out there and expressing ourselves with virtual equivalents of magazine clippings on Pinterest and the like...
Who comes along to make us regret our adventure of "putting ourselves out there"?
Why a man who has to show you his penis of course.

Not that much has changed in the world since the social networking age it seems.

Yes I know some people may say "Oh don't take yourself so seriously!" or "Don't let it get to you, it's no big deal". I agree that sometimes we can suck it up, block, delete and forget and go back to feeling empowered for having done that. I'm just saying there are some days when it actually feels more like you're going online and are about to bump into that terrifying flasher from when you were a small kid on the playground instead of a book scribbler...

Do my friend and I need to work on developing rhino hides to survive the neanderthals that prowl with their clubs momentarily leaning next to them allowing for better typing?

I'm almost tempted to thank the dumbass who sat in class with me back in the day for better preparing me to face the internet trolls of today... but I won't. Because I sincerely hope you've grown up and aren't taking photos of your penis with your smart phone.

I hadn't written in a long time on my blog for other reasons, but I hope that this post inspires my friend to get back out there... Her writing is beautiful (much better than mine) and the net would be a nicer place to have her back on it.

Bake more

Bake more! Yes, that'll be next year's resolution I think. Basically I've performed pretty badly at last year's resolution of painting 1 painting a month, so hopefully this next one will do better.

Why not? I mean, I was pretty nervous this last weekend past as I was helping a friend (debatable) and simultaneously cashing in my birthday present of a cupcake baking session with her amazing daughter Maddie. It wasn't just the potty training that I was afraid of... I couldn't quite think how I was going to bake cupcakes with a 3 year old when I think the last batch I made was a close catastrophe just on my own!

But I'm mad. Baking isn't hard, and takes no time at ALL! Maddie and I made beautiful caramel cupcakes in under half an hour. Okay I did help a little with the mixing bits when it got a little tough for her, but barely really.
If a 3 year old can pretty much make cupcakes I should be baking up a storm!

Bring on 2013  - the year of the lemon-meringue cupcake, chocolate brownies and tea biscuits!

Now... can I ask someone to check up on me? I'd really appreciate some help on this.
In exchange I'm sharing this neat idea for biscuits at your next tea party. Deal?

Source: sandrakavital.blogspot.com via Keyna on Pinterest

Reno-waiting

...That's what we seem to be doing.

There's this fantastic idea when you move into a new house that within a few month's you'll have made it your own. You excitedly hang up your photos, roll in your bookshelves and hang up some towels all the while envisaging the exact wall colours that'll be behind them in no time at all!
Thrilling!

Erm. Only problem is you forgot to win the lotto and you're generally a pretty lazy person. I mean I'm not totally slug-like and if I had the cash and the paint lying around I would LOVE to attack at least ONE room some time soon.

But there's a reason why this guy has accumulated 8 houses for free and I have still got the "dirty pink" bathroom to face every morning.

I think I'll watch this again and see if some of his enthusiasm can rub off on me!

Percussion terrorism...

Now this is a form of terrorism I can approve of! (of course this is before having watched the movie...)

Anyone know if there will be a screening in SA, and who would like to join me because I'm not sure this here boyfriend will be that interested.

Zombie Lovin

Impossible.
Lets get this straight quickly before I become convinced I should be worrying about myself:
People seems to think I love zombies.

Not true!
You can't love zombies. They're too gross! It's not like they're baby orangutans or elephants which are so bizarre looking that they're cute and you love them for it.
They're super rotting and oozing. Impossible to love see?

I DO love being prepared though.
I also love speculating about how certain people will react in certain situations and a zombie apocalypse presents a pretty extreme situation. Who survives? who looks out for others?... and who of course will go bat shit crazy and try to kill us all to ensure their own survival.
Mostly I wonder which one I'll be and then spend some time reassuring myself I won't be that last freak.

I DO tend to have a zombie apocalypse dream every 3 months or so. This is unfortunate and I have no real explanation other than it started after reading WWZ. Read it before the movie comes out and likely ruins it. It's bloody brilliant.

I DO enjoy zombie humour. But people please... love is such a strong word to be bandying about anywhere near the word zombies. Thanks.

Now THESE people love zombies... :)

For you...

You've encouraged and talked me into doing some ridiculous things that I was very hesitant to do.
Trying a new job - great!
Buying a house - no signs of regret here yet!
Getting a kitten - love her...

Mostly you're right about a lot of things. Now try and erase that you ever read this and lets go back to me always being right.

Happy Anniversary!
I think.