Mad Woman

Here's a bit of fun enabled by teh internets and provided by the sartorial splendour that is Mad Men.


This is me Mad Men style. I'd definitely be working at Sterling Cooper. I'd be friends with Peggy and I'd tell Don Draper to get his act together.

Tina, Tina, Tina

Meow Laughs

I intend to blog about about some low-cholesterol dishes I've been making lately as part of what I have come to think of as the Great Cholesterol Lowering Experiment (you say that in a big booming voice).

One of these meals, which was surprisingly tasty, is a vegetarian lasagne with lentils. While I get my act together I offer you this LOLCat for your amusement:


I've had that LOLCat pinned in my Bloglines for sometime now in anticipation of the lasagne post, but clearly my desire to share it with the two people who don't obsessively refresh their feedreaders for new LOLCat chortles is greater than my impulse to write a post about saturated fat-free food.

Today I came across this LOLCat and it also must be shared. Check out that expression:


Actually this cat reminds me a bit of dogpossum's Squeeze, and it's just the kind of thing he might say too. (That is a compliment, really!)

N.B. There is no significance to be found in the juxtaposition of the lasagne LOLCat and the barfing LOLCat.

Power without Glory

This is from Tales of Mere Existence which I love.

Gelexy ooff Impteeness. Bork!

There I was, using my time constructively, following assorted links about my friends activities on my Facbook feed, when I was led to this site: The Dialectizer.

The Dialectizer will translate any words, even entire web pages, into a range of English dialects attributed to various down-trodden, maligned, and animated characters.

I've run the blurb of this blog, the Dostoevsky quote above, through the Dialectizer. If you're reading on a feedreader, it reads thus: '...what can one do, if the only straightforward task of every intelligent man is pointless chattering, the deliberate pouring out of emptiness'.

For your edification, and because the pouring out of emptiness should be available to all classes, puppets, and ten year olds:

Red Neck: whut kin one does, eff'n th' only straightfo'ward tax of ev'ry intellyjunt man is pointless chatterin', th' deliberate pourin' outta emppiness.

Jive: whut kin one do, if de only straightfo'ward tax' uh every intelligent joker is pointless chatterin', de deliberate pourin' out uh emptiness.

Cockney: wot can one do, if the only straightforward task of evry intelligent man is pointless chatterin', the deliberate pourin' out of emptiness.

Elmer Fudd: what can one do, if the onwy stwaightfowwawd task of evewy intewwigent man is pointwess chattewing, the dewibewate pouwing out of emptiness.

Swedish Chep (Bork): vhet cun oone-a du, iff zee oonly streeeghtffurverd tesk ooff ifery intelleegent mun is pueentless chettereeng, zee deleeberete-a puooreeng oooot ooff impteeness.

Moron: what can one do, if de on straitef'erd task of ebehy intelligent man is poitless chattehigg, the, uhhh, delibehate pourigg out of emptiness.

Pig Latin: atwhay ancay oneyay oday, ifyay ethay onlyyay aightforwardstray asktay ofyay everyyay intelligentyay anmay isyay ointlesspay atteringchay, ethay eliberateday ouringpay outyay ofyay emptinessyay.

Hacker: WEHAT CAN ONE D,O FI TEEH ONLY STRAIGHTFORWARD TASK OF EVERY 1NTELLIGENTM AN SI POINT;ESS CHATTERINNG, TEH DEILBAR8 POURING OUT OIF EMPTINESS

If I Were A Manga Chick

Heads up to Sophie for directing me to this site where I created my Manga self.


Of course the resemblance is superficial, but I do often wear pink and can frequently be found in the kitchen (at parties and otherwise).

I did try and achieve some veracity by giving myself some crow's feet, but the glasses I added have effectively hidden them. Although if that happens in real life, then I do look this good. Except for my hair. And my head is not that big in proportion to my body. And that mole should be a bit more centred on my cheek and it would probably have a hair growing out of it, if I hadn't gotten around to plucking it lately. Heh.

Absolute Zero

Here's another week of my writing journal. I think there's something of the masochist about me for posting this document of abject failure, but for some reason, right now, I'm finding it so absurd, I can only laugh. I suppose the point is that achievement can't always be measured by counting words.

Monday, 11 August, 2008
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comment: Exhausted from non-stop weekend including final days of film festival, meeting of book club, full day of tutor’s conference on Saturday, and tutorial preparation on Sunday. Dragged myself into uni for tutorial at 1pm. Received feedback from supervisor on most recent writing: ‘onward!’

Tuesday, 12 August, 2008
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comment: How easily I seem to have lost the writing habit after the first couple of very good weeks. I lazed around all morning then dragged myself out for a haircut appointment. I need to get back on track!

Wednesday, 13 August 2008
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comment: Nothing done again today. The psychological effects of the Ekka holiday cannot be discounted, but still I did intend to work on my thesis. I’m a bit disappointed in myself. Did lots of washing and cleaned the bathroom, as well as about two hours transcribing interviews for one of my RA contracts. This particular interviewee speaks so quickly.

Tomorrow I will try to write first thing, which I realise was the initial recommendation, but I’m not a morning person by any stretch, so I’ve always settled into the day before attempting to write. Perhaps the change of habit will shake me up. Something has to.

Just had a thought about what might be stopping me from writing, so to speak. I really have to get into the reporting of my findings now, and I’ve still got lots of categorising to do, plus the usual worry that I should go and do the database searches again in case I’ve missed something. Even if I don’t strictly write tomorrow, I at least need to report some progress on the content analysis.

Update: After writing the above entry I wrote 660 words in my teaching journal, reflecting on the tutor day last weekend and the tutorial on Monday.


Thursday, 14 August 2008
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comment: I succumbed to the urge to re-do some database searches. Part of the difficulty is that I’m worried I didn’t really approach the searching in a systematic way from the beginning because two of the three the databases I’m using are so bloody unwieldy, seemingly designed for use by those who know specifically what programmes they’re looking for rather than any theme or content-based search. I have been so annoyed about this glaringly obvious oversight in the design of these databases that I managed to get an abstract together on it for the television history conference later this year. So, some good has come out of all this frustration, but sheesh what a pain in the arse it’s all been.

Anyway, so, no official words but major problem solving going on—or is that major grunt work going on? My supervisor assures me that once I have the figures writing this stuff up is a doddle. Quite looking forward to that.

Friday, 15 August 2008
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comment: Anticipating the day ahead here. I’ve chosen to accept an RA mission for today (cue Mission: Impossible theme music), which involves finding a book and searching through it. I figure the Mission: Impossible allusion made by D in his request was a heads up that it won’t simply be a matter of looking on his bookshelves. Still have more transcribing to do for A. Promised I’d be done with this interview by the end of the week, which I’ve decided is Sunday.

On my own work, I’ll continue with the hyper-vigilant database searching. I did find it reassuring yesterday.

To end, this is from You, the Living one of my favourite films at the film festival. Neither it, nor my other favourite, My Winnipeg made it into the Showtime Top 10 as voted by the festival's patrons. Absurd.

Amest I Bother-ed Forsooth?

I was in the middle of writing another post, looking for relevant videos on YouTube, when I came across this skit that David Tennant and Catherine Tate did for Comic Relief in the UK last year.

It seems appropriate to post it here today since Catherine Tate will be introduced as the Doctor's sidekick on ABC1 tonight.

And besides that, it's hilarious. Enjoy!

Kitchen Kitsch

So, this is what my blogging has been reduced to, a series of things I find amusing as I go about my life.

I came across these in the supermarket today.  I immediately took a photo with my mobile and sent it to the keenest Elvis fan I know.  I wanted to know if even the official merchandise had gone too far or if she wanted me to purchase some for her. 

Turns out it wasn't her idea of Elvis.  There are some things that just can't be put in the oven. She remained unconvinced when I texted that it was quite fitting for those who worship at the Elvis, The Church, who believe he is the Saviour and Protector--even from burns inflicted by hot cookware.  Not every deity offers that kind of certainty.

Thursday Cat Blogging

All you cool cats are probably long onto this. Still, I am amused. Meow!

Update (suggested by &Duck):

 2007: Oh Hai!  My Cat Sez Funneh! LOL!

Affirmative

Iz a LOLCat

Sad Cookie Cat

65% Affectionate, 46% Excitable, 53% Hungry

You are the classic Shakespearian tragedy of the lolcat universe. The sad story of baking a cookie, succumbing to gluttony, and in turn consuming the very cookie that was to be offered. Bad grammar ensues.

To see all possible results, checka dis.

The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid.