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There is a very fine line between “hobby” and “mental illness.”

Come over to my house tonight to try some before we eat it all. I made a dozen madeira cupcakes and a medium-sized loaf (snort).

Will take photos as evidence.

Ingredients 175g/6oz butter, at room temperature 175g/6oz caster sugar 3 large eggs 250g/9oz self-raising flour approx. 3 tbsp full-cream milk 1 lemon, zest only 1-2 thin pieces of candied citron or lemon peel, to decorate

Method 1. Pre-heat the oven to 180C/350F/Gas 4. Grease an 18cm/7in round cake tin, line the base with greaseproof paper and grease the paper. 2. Cream the butter and sugar together in a bowl until pale and fluffy. Beat in the eggs, one at a time, beating the mixture well between each one and adding a tablespoon of the flour with the last egg to prevent the mixture curdling. 3. Sift the flour and gently fold in, with enough milk to give a mixture that falls slowly from the spoon. Fold in the lemon zest. Spoon the mixture into the prepared tin and lightly level the top. Bake on the middle shelf of the oven for 30 minutes. 4. Place the candied peel on top of the cake and bake for a further 30 minutes or until a warm skewer inserted into the centre comes out clean. Leave the cake to cool in the tin for 10 minutes, then turn it out on to a wire rack and leave to cool completely.

It’s been about 12 years since I last went to the optometrist. Twelve.

Oops.

Because I need to renew my driver’s license later this year (and I only passed the eyesight test 4 years ago because I said I had the flu), I knew I had to go and get some decent glasses that didn’t get me through my HSC in 1996. So today I toddled off to my local optometrist for what I knew was going to be an expensive exercise.

$600 and an hour later, I have glasses that aren’t daggy, even have pink bits and have VERSACE plastered on the sides.

It’s official, I own a wanky pair of glasses.

Except not in front of polite company. And ur mom.

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Clearly, Steve@Sensis believes that whereis.com never gets directions wrong. I won’t mention how whereis tells me to drive down alleys instead of taking main roads (assuming it thinks there are no-right-turns where there are, in fact, traffic lights with right turn-arrows).

I’m also wondering if our friend Steve’s role description includes ‘Check Google Alerts for whereis.com references and promote our services and whore our current promotions’, or maybe he’s checking crappy blogs when whereis.com servers need to be upgraded so that they can actually handle the traffic they generate.

*A review which proves why I only wrote one review for APC the entire time I was on staff.

Tonight when I was looking up directions on how to get to my counselling session (tell-all next post), I realised that I should try Google Maps AU now the Aussie one’s been set up for a while. Whereis.com is Telstra-owned and frankly is a piece of shit.

Whereis

Whereis is still pretty shithouse, although they’ve recently updated their map-scrolling technique (thank fuck).

Google Maps Australia

I find the map representation to be far better on this one. And even though it suggests that I take a much longer route compared to Whereis, the speed of the google server wins me over.

So for me driving directions requirements (in Sydney, at least) I am totally dumping Whereis for Google Maps. It was bound to happen, eventually.

I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place. Even your emotions had an echo In so much space

And when you’re out there Without care, Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough I just knew too much

Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly

And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice, that’s my only advice

Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are, Ha ha ha bless your soul You really think you’re in control

Well, I think you’re crazy I think you’re crazy I think you’re crazy Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun And it’s no coincidence I’ve come And I can die when I’m done (But I’m not done)

Maybe I’m crazy Maybe you’re crazy Maybe we’re crazy Probably

I’ve known this girl since she was 14 and sleeping with guys she met on the internet. I love her to bits and wish I could take her up on her offer. Shame I’m not a lesbian, really.

Somehow I need to pay off what I owe from the India trip AND save up for the China/Europe trip in like 15 weeks. Yep. Anyone need a prostitute? I give EXCELLENT head. Sheldon won’t mind as long as I give him a cut.

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Does anyone remember Melissa Tkautz from E-Street all those years ago?

This is her at last year’s ARIA awards.

There’s some botox action, right there!