Elvis and the stick of celery
Once upon a time, there was a black and white cat named Elvis.
Elvis’ favourite food was celery.
Elvis loved celery so much, he would spend most of his waking hours (not that there were many) looking for celery around the house.
Then one day, he thought he could see a stick of celery. Right at the top of his favourite tree!
“How am I going to get all the way up there?” wondered Elvis. For it was a very big tree indeed.
Elvis climbed up halfway up the tree. “I think I smell the celery!” he thought. “I must be getting close”.
Elvis leaped up to try to get to the celery. But he couldn’t quite reach it.
“Oh shit, I missed” thought Elvis. He tried one more time.
“Zomg, I’ve got it!”
Elvis was so proud of himself for finding the stick of celery all by himself. He sat on the tallest branch of the tree with his stick of celery. The celery smelled so good, it was the best celery Elvis ever had.
THE END.
Power point porn
The view under my desk has me glowing with happiness:
For two years, 10 months and one day (not that I’m counting), our lounge room was effectively powered through a single power point. As in, one SINGLE wall socket. In a geek household.
The extension leads! Oh, the extension leads. And the need to unplug one charger so we could use another. And I couldn’t vacuum in the lounge room without first powering down the computers.
Yesterday, this stunnning four-thingo power point board doo-dah was installed under my desk. And my life is better already. I have FOUR sources of electricity — all to myself!
So my shredder could be plugged in ALL THE TIME if I wanted it to be. I don’t, but you know what I mean.
To celebrate, I’m using this Belkin Conserve Surge Protector. With wireless remote:
So when I’m shutting down my PC for the night, I can flick this baby* and it’ll cut the power to whatever’s plugged into it. Hooray for environmental awareness! Hooray for not having to get on my knees for the privilege!
Today my mission is to tidy up the remaining cords hanging around my feet. Sure, they’re SO much better than they used to be, but they still need to look, well, less messy *twitch*
* Best to not accidentally flick the switch of the remote when you’re taking a photo of it. No-sir-ee.
Hi, my name is Laura and I like meeting stranger Twitterers in dark alleys
So I got a private twitter message (a DM, if you’re up with the lingo) from Liz of Jarod & Liz last night:
hey, if it’s not too creepy, jarod wants us to duck down and do a joint 365 with you tonight. If you haven’t done one already. You can most definitely say no if you want!! :)
How could I resist a request that ends in a smiley face? Sure, I’d only met Liz once before at a Blog Chicks lunch, but we live relatively nearby — and just quietly, I have a sixth sense for knowing which online people I’ll get along with in real life, and these two totally cut it — and we’re all doing the 365 in 2010 photo/portrait/self-portrait thing.
So this was a perfectly natural thing to do, right?
So we set the time. And a dark place:
And what was supposed to be a quick photo opportunity turned into a 2-hour chat-fest! And they even brought some chocolate mousse for me because inner westie types are nice and thoughtful like that:
Cat people are cool and twitter people are cool. Combine the two and you get super-cool!
Thanks guys for the laughs, the screams, the zomg-there’s-a-rat (5 times over) and of course, the chocolate mousse:
Bear says thanks, too :)
By George!
Amen.
The man lived up to all my expectations. And exceeded them.
Yes, George is getting old, but it didn’t matter when he was singing or swinging his hips. Nicky and I spent the night swooning and trying to spot the paunch he’s attempting to hide by wearing a jacket.
No words will do last night justice. But it was worth re-injuring my sore foot, injuring my other one and the sheer exhaustion.
Awe. Some.
(and yes, I cried happy tears while he was on stage)
X5DTREHMUG8S
It’s snowing in my backyard in summer
The big tree in our backyard drops seeds this time of year.
It’s worse this year because of the Lorikeets.
I’m not sure what the tree’s called, I thought it was a nightshade tree, but Google doesn’t agree with me. It flowers early summer, big white trumpet-y flowers that bloom at night, and drop before breakfast time.
Either way, it looks like its snowing in our backyard right now:
