Remote

Earlier this week I decided to try to make it look like I’m trying to take a decent photo for this 365 business.

So I pulled out the old Nikon remote — well, two — because the battery’s died in one. Except I can’t always remember which.

I know have more than a handful of photos of me pointing the remote at the camera, unsure if *this* remote is the broken one. It was cute at first, but getting tired now:

Note to self: remember to turn on the timer option when turning on the remote.

My Place and Yours

I’ve always been tempted to join meme-type things where you take a photo of someone/thing/whatever, but hadn’t found one that really jumped out at me.

Until tonight, when I see the gorgeous Danielle from helloowl is hosting My Place and Yours. Whee! Let’s give it a burl.

This week’s theme is ‘Behind the camera’ a.k.a. a self-portrait challenge.

Seeing as I’ve already posted my 365 pic for today (day 67!), my chosen pic is an outtake from earlier today:

Normally I don’t crop/photoshop self-portrait pics, but this one needed cropping desperately. Turns out that I’d left my shirt tucked in when I changed out of my work gear when I got home. Um, NOT a pretty look. Trust me.

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.

My February faces

Is February over already? Ca-razy!

1. 32/365: i bought my wedding shoes!, 2. 33/365: just arriving home from work, 3. 34/365: new eyebrows!, 4. 35/365: happy anniversary, 5. 36/365: practicing some indigenous dot painting, 6. 37/365: patiently waiting, 7. 38/365: upside down, 8. 39/365: 2nd fail of 2010, 9. 40/365: glitterboxing, 10. 41/365: insert Manda here, 11. 42/365: sleepytime, 12. 43/365: sopping wet, 13. 44/365: last thing at night, 14. 45/365: sunday, 15. 46/365: sweating like a pig, 16. 47/375: minus ten, 17. 48/365: me in jeebus mode, 18. 49/375: some light bedtime reading on cadavers, 19. 50/365: it hurts sofa king much, 20. 51/365: saturday morning sunshine, 21. 52/365: unwilling elvis, 22. 53/365: fasion by @crazymeezer, 23. 54/365: blah. That is all, 24. 55/365: fail. this kinda explains why, 25. 56/365: make up, 26. 57/365: IT’S GEORGE MICHAEL DAY!!!!, 27. 58/365: orange juice and olive glasses, 28. 59/365: Jarod and Liz and chocolate mousse

You’ll never guess how much I saved for #febusave

I know I swore I would keep track of all my spending, but… I didn’t.

I kept a mental list that I emailed to myself with the best of intentions… but even stopped doing that after a while.

I spent some money that I should’ve’ve. I was a LOT more conscious of what was coming out of my wallet, and what for.

And… drumroll please…

I saved…

I’m laughing as I put this post together, cause WTF? I didn’t think I did *that* much to change my spending habits in one pay cycle.

And now I’m fantasising about what I can buy myself with my savings. Ha, kinda defeats the purpose of #fubusave, doesn’t it?