I wana tell you guys something... You... You guys are my spawn.

ARGH!

attack of the leeches!

Today, Louise and I found a group willing to trudge through leech infested Mt Keira Rainforrest.

It was a blast! Tuneil, Noah, Brendan and Mitchel came along for the fun and everyone except Noah got a leech, or as Noah called them; "Vampire Worms" stuck, sucking on their blood.

Perhaps the most manly of the leech sucking was bestowed upon to Brendan who had a mega leech sucking on his left hip. The blood was everywhere.

My four suckers got me through my thick woolen socks.

Post Leechville, we had some down time at our favorite cafe haunt: Diggies.

I checked out the plentiful "wildlife" from their beach-view terrace.

We were, of course late for mum's BBQ. by 4 hours. Good thing everyone was too sloshed by the time we got there to really care. Brendan, Louise and I spent some time discussing how crap the iPad is with our Aunt Maureen.

Four Weddings and A Funeral was the film of the Weekend at Louise's house. I finally discovered why there was a sheep on the poster in the cinemas. It had NOTHING to do with the plot at all.

Fruit of the Moment: Brinner

I, Arthur, anointed Heir to the Kingdom, claim the Seventh Key...

I wasted one day.

Well, not entirely. There was the reading of Superior Saturday, followed by a short drive down the road to Bondi Junction Westfeild Borders to buy Lord Sunday; the final in a 7 book series.

And then there was the reading of said book.

Gosh it was a fulfilling end to a series. EVERYBODY DIES! Booyeah. Thanks Garth Nix for having the guts and audacity to so closely follow the Hero's Journey cycle.

Can we now all rest?

apparently not. Which is why I watched Død snø [dead snow] a Norwegian comedy horror film starring my new favourite Norwegian comedy horror film star Lasse Valdal [pictured above]. And yes, that is him stitching up a wound in his neck with a fish hook, thread and gaffa tape made by Nazi Killer Zombies.


What I found more difficult to stomach than the concept of Nazi Zombies in the snow, was the (only) sex scene with the movies fattest actor and hottest babe in the outhouse post dump by said fattest actor. She licks his fingers. Licks.

Fruit of the Moment: Sweet Bondi

There's Some sandwiches in the kitchen if you want them, Kenney

I'm still not finished the Lovable catalouge.

But I still left work on time.

I've started a food journal for the upcoming week. It should prove enlightening.

Upon reflection, this week has been amazingly tiring.

This morning I listened to the NEXT TO NORMAL soundtrack on the long drive from Wollongong to Sydney. I am not surprised that it had be bawling my eyes out as I drove. I often cry along with musicals when i'm feeling emotional.

Today was a day for tears, with another film MARY AND MAX. It had me again.

My most interesting conversation of the day was with a friend of mine Chae. Its so much easier talking online to people than in person. In general I find it difficult to reply to anyone. Its like my brain and and mouth don't want to hold hands. (most days). Words are by far, a more efficient way to express myself.

For example, that last sentence was re-written 4 times. Until I found the right phrase.

Fruit of the Moment: Earl Grey

Lol no way im not buying a dreessssJ haha

As the deadline for the Lovable catalouge draws near, I feel the pinch of time tightening it's tentacle around my unsuspecting neck.

Today, I tried so hard to do good things and failed so miserably in the process.

I had to print out an extra 10 Davenport catalouges, but I miss-punched holes in one and became frustrated at my incompetence.

I had to finish the underwear and Maternity sections for the Lovable catalouge, but only got through half of the underwear.

I had to eat dinner, but my 3 day old risotto tasted funny, and I ate it anyway which caused an upset stomach.

I forgot to feed the cats and someone else had to pick up the slack.

I forgot all my lines at rehearsals. And couldn't even spell Gerbal correctly. Its Gerbil. URGH?!?

I figured out that the director doesn't want to disappoint me, but she doesn't like where i'm taking my character. She wants me to play him straight out dumb. Which is going to be hard for me, because of its 2 dimensionality. Not because Im not smart enough to play dumb.

I figured out that the reason I know none of my harmonies is because I don't sing the lines out loud, and the musical director only repeats lines when someone sings a line wrong. But ever since I was berated in CATS for singing off key Ive been super hesitant with harmonies.

Tomorrow, all I have to look forward to is a late night at work as my Bondi stint draws to a close.

Fruit of the Moment: 4TA

I think, really, the Jolly Roger is the appropriate course of action.

The amount of tired points I received today were more than I could carry.

I ended up napping in my car for 10 minutes this morning. TEN MINUTES. That's how desperate I got.

In my delusional state, I bought a plane ticket.

A real live going-to-America plane ticket. And it was the QANTAS one I reported below.

Also, the Wednesday temp guy was in. Hes short, with a slightly pudgy middle and very cute :)

Mr Wednesday is by far better than Mr Monday. Mr Monday actually looks like he belongs in the Underwear modeling department. Far more 'attractive' but the turn off is his constant vacant expression and slumped posture at his desk.

This evening gave way to A SERIOUS MAN. The new Cohen Brothers Film. FUCKING TRIUMPH OF MODERN CINEMA.

Fruit of the Moment: Dr Cow's tree nut cheese

Drew Barrymore is a woman?

Happy Racist Day!

A major part of Australian heritage is the time we stole land from the rightful owners and now wear wife beaters and Australian flag capes while bashing up ethnic groups to celebrate.

And today, Leila, Glen, Gen and I went boating in Audley with a vegetarian feast so beautiful i cried. Gen was excited i had made her my Bean Salad.

I received a grand total of 12 blisters on my hand from the strain of rowing too fast on a hot day, and took immense pleasure from the squeal Gen made when I sprayed her with my sunscreen in a can.

Meanwhile, it was the drive to my sister's house that left me physically exhausted. Driving back to Bondi from Sutherland and then to Campbelltown and back is kinda a long way to go. But worth the BBQ she organised.

It was a HUGE event too. Like many ma y people turned up. and Louise made me pumpkin pies. nom nom nom.

Fruit of the Moment: Roasted Vegetable Salad

alot of comics talk about umm.. their pants... and thats, cos they've no original ideas...

So, apart from coming to turms with the fact that i just spelt 'terms' with a 'u' and that my insurance is gonna cost me over a grand, I also applied for the performance rights to LOVE SONG today. And guess what? Australian prices are double American prices. so, now my budget has overflowed a little. And the little I had to start with, is no more.

I also visited a travel agent today. One boasted that they could find me the cheapest available flight to NEW YORK on the days I want or give me $1000 towards a flight if i could find a cheaper one.

Their price, return to NEW YORK on QANTAS with a short holiday in ORLANDO to soak in Harry Potter world through a local American airline?

$1,938.30

They weren't kidding. So I went to two other travel agencies thinking CHRIST, i can beat that!

The 1st one came back with a figure of

$3,153 AND it was totally through DELTA air (the local american airline from the original quote)

Then i said to myself; "cripes, old man"

The 2nd Travel agent came back with a figure of

$2, 143 AND it was with an extra 2 stop overs in NEW GUINEA and CHINA (thanks Air Pacific)

So, guess who'll be using QANTAS, yet again?

Fruit of the Moment: Soychips

Web Side Story

SO now I know what Simon feels like.

This morning Alex and Anna bombarded me with pleas of FEED ME!!!

It would have been okay if i hadn't been so tossy turney from the night before.

Today, I helped Dad put away the xmas stuff in the ceiling. A job, i can assure you that takes a whole Sunday. As a general reward, we went out to see Sherlock Holmes (that new Guy Richie movie) and it was awesome covered in awesome sauce. Just what you want from a Guy Richie film but with a stellar budget. It was amusing tho how Watson and Holmes had this weird gay vibe. And Holmes spent the whole movie trying to keep Watson from proposing to his soon to be wife. LOL. and to add flame to the fire, Holmes leaves Rachel McAdams without even a single shag.. not even a grope. GAY I say!

Fruit of the Moment: The crazy Smiths

I suspect they're all as big a dorks as they project

pretty much sums up my day.

Although I had a pretty neato Simon's Cat moment when Alex woke me outa my evening nap for his dinner.

You'd think i'd find something fun to do living in Bondi. Guess i'm just that lame.

Fruit of the Moment: GI JOE rise of cobra

nomadic69

SO today, i had a little free time to be creative so I thought i'd get a head start with my bio for Spelling Bee. There are two options:

FIRST OPTION

Kenney has worked with several of Sydney’s leading amateur theatrical societies over the past 6 years. His premiere role of ‘Man With Clipboard!’ in ‘42nd Street’ (MMS) remains to this date, his most challenging and exciting role. Since then, he has appeared in, directed and/or produced several Australian Amateur Premieres including ‘CATS’, ‘The Producers’, ‘Class of 77’, ‘The Jungle Book’, ‘The Wedding Singer’, ‘RENT’, ‘Bat Boy’…

Kenneth is a published comic artist and designs prints for woman’s intimates including brands such as Davenport, Crystelle and Lovable. His short films have been screened internationally and appeared as finalists in Sydney festivals.

Placing first in the 2009 Macarthur Playwriting Festival was his latest short play ‘nine-thirty-six’. His next theatrical endeavour will be producing & directing the John Kolvenbach play; Love Song with Bump In Productions in May.


SECOND OPTION

Mr Ogilvie comes to us with an atrocious onslaught of horrendous acting displays and woeful singing skills. He has gained a notorious name for himself; devastating musical societies throughout Sydney, leaving behind him augmented paper trails and disgruntled theatre patrons in his wake.

He was fired from his last position of director after insisting the cast learn their lines backwards and speak in Spanish yelling profanity at the audience.

Do yourself a favour and immediately leave this theatre. Do not subject yourself to his misguided interpretation of one of the 20th century’s most celebrated characters in musical literature. Flee like a Man who is holding a Clipboard!

It is imperative to note that even though you may suspect his endeavours are a misguided attempt at individuality, do not be fooled! Mr Ogilvie is an evil, malevolent man who, if perchanced upon a small child innocently enjoying a humbug or licorice swirl, would most likely snatch it off them and hold it above their heads for his own amusement - given his height advantage.

Well, what do we all think? *he asked no-one*

Fruit of the Moment: Bean and Asparagus Gnocchi

Your savings from Amazon.com (order #103-4831889-4721852)

I got to play with a brand new toy today.

A massive industrial sized printer at work. It was shiny. And awesome. and I printed over 500 pages supa supa fast. I orgasmed just a smidge.

Work was not very motivating. I spent much time "researching" LOVE SONG. It was productive for me anyhew.

The boss returns tomorrow.

I also drove 60 km out of my way to fix that horrid squealing sound coming from my tires. Although, it turned out to be an engine belt. Or so they thought. *sigh* the squealing continues.

Rehearsals were awesome. we staged PANDAMONIUM. I get to pick up various cast members and throw them around the stage. LIKE RAGDOLLS!?!

Fruit of the Moment: www.tysonarmstrong.com

Want some fat free dessert?

So, after getting up after ZERO sleep, to get to work EARLY to assist with the deadline... EVERYTHING was done. and I spent the day as a zombie.

Noteworthy events were the 2 o'clock journey to the photocopier and the 11am march to the sample pile. I don't think apart from this any work got done.

This evening I met Glen and Gen who are my co-conspirators on the upcoming production of LOVE SONG. We viewed the space I am about to hire. and WOW.
We want gritty, raw theatre? We got a GRITTY, RAW theater. Pending Insurance costs, id say this puppy is about ready to bark. (9 insurance quotes today are in transit btw)

I also found an online ticketing resource AND a website group. Now all I need is a rehearsal venue, and AUDITIONS space.

Fruit of the Moment: Green Apple, Ginger and Pineapple

Semper Fi

GOSH DARNIT!

My car was serviced yesterday, and today the brakes started squeaking. Its so darn incovenient. They're like: here Kenney, we'll replace this brake part and then the brake goes all WATSUPFO? I IZ FUKIN ON YO SHIT.

Fucking Kangaroos.

Even Glen's manhood couldnt figure out the problem.

To make make matters worse, work made me late to rehersals, which once again consisted of everybody being better at not sucking than I.

I did however meet the costume designer. we did not see eye to eye about what i'll be wearing. I am concewrned i will have a left over GODSMELL outfit. Prepare ye the way of the Fucking Lord I wont. Im attempting an adventure, journeying into knitwear and felts.

We shall see how far I explore.

Fruit of the Moment: Rice Pudding

Nobody's looking for a puppeteer in today's wintry economic climate

There was PANIC at the train station as i made my way around.

I am officially un-fit again :(

It turns out I was at the Southern end of Central station when I was meant to be waiting at the Northern end for the GAZAL company bus.

You see, my car was in its doctors appointment today, and this means public transport to work! Unfortunately, it was difficult managing where to wait for the unmarked bus to pick us up.

I had thought the bus was coming at 7am, but really it was 7:20. So if you were witness to crazy flailing arms dude running around the exterior fencing of Central this morning, pay the idiot no heed. He was just out of breath and unable to run with the larger than usual spare tyre around his waist.

Fruit of the Moment: Coconut Cupcake Topping

Rule #2: Double tap

It was daunting to find out that there's bigger shopping centers than Macarthur Square.

Today's mission was to equip my new kitchen with enough food to last for the next three weeks. I braved Westfeilds Bondi Junction.

Its weird how the David Jones food hall got in the way of Woolworths. I did still manage to get in and out in under an hour. Go me.

So. back in the end of 2008, I met this guy online. We met for coffee. He went to *insert random island vacation here* for three weeks and never called me when he got back. So I was a little surprised to find an email from him this morning.

Thus I, being overly lame, stil have his phone number and call. He of course, doesn't answer. He does call me back tho (sorry i missed your call, good to talk to you) and suggest a meet up. I later txt with a 'Thursday good for you?" apparently he didn't know. The reply never came.

I also suspect he hasn't remembered my name. I hear wedding bells already.

Fruit of the Moment: VEGAN NUGGETS

Welcome back, Carter!

A truly inspiring day of watching downloaded television. A whole season in fact. Eureka S3.

I was supposed to get to Bondi at 10am, however it took me until 3pm. A 5 hour delay people?! Whats with that huh?

The cats names are Anna and Alex. And i'll be forever checking this post until I remember them. So, NOBODY hack my account and delete this message. That would suck.

Arriving at the apartment, its like a bombs hit it... Bags and clothes everywhere! A friend of the owners was preparing to leave Sydney for an 8 month training course out in the middle of the Siberian Desert or something, and it turned out to be his stuff decorating the room like some abstract installation.

Strangely good looking guy too. We had this very odd coded message, where he informed me that he clearly knew my sexual preference and that he was into girls.

I tend to fall into these conversations a lot around straight men. Like they will, for no reason (or prompting) [or flirting for that matter] say something along the lines of:

'I think boobs are hot and that you're gay and therefore clearly into me cos I'm a dude and all gays are promiscuous like that and no offense, but you got no chance'

Not verbatim, but its the general gist. Most of the time.

Eh, whatever.

Fruit of the Moment: Vomit inducing cookie dough

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery

Today, the PACT theatre gave me a call in regards to an availability on May 29th and 30th. I've been searching for a suitable venue for a production of LOVE SONG; a play by John Kolvenbach.

So in place of my lunch break I assembled a core budget for the production, which allows me to break even with a 60% audience quota. Already I've been signing up people to be part of this creative endeavor. Soon, more shall be announced :)

Next Wednesday, I will be assessing the space to see if its worth all those rupees I've been finding in the grass clumps.

Now all I need to do apart from gather Public Liability insurance to the value of $20 mill, gather a cast and sell some tickets is to find a bottle of Whiskey that when turned upside down will only empty on command.

Fruit of the moment: Avocado Pizza

Hey YOU could pretend to be Glen's gay lover - because Homosexuality is funny :)

So is my now regular schedual come rehearsal night, that I go to southgate to get me some dinner. And tonight was no exception.

However, instead of the regular vegetarian paper rolls I get, they gave me the "vegetarian roll" with tuna. This would have been okay if i wasn't in such a rush and descovered it was tuna BEFORE driving towards Woolongong.

Sad Pandas.

To replace the "Vegetairan" meal, some local Gas Station had these weird ball shaped nutty things called Protein Balls; 'are YOU man enough?' Anyhew, they tasted like those outer space astronaught sticks id have for recess when I was in primary school.

They gave me oh so much energy for the second Spelling Bee rehersal. Which continued the theme of Everyone-can-sight-read-bar-Kenney. But it was okay, cos the dancing was so so much fun.

Fruit of the Moment: TONTINE double pack

So, i missed Blogging yesterday because i didn't have access to a computer. I must rectify this situation.

This morning I rudely woke up the couple I'm house sitting for in Bondi at around 7:30am. This is after 1h, 40mins of driving from Woolongong. Their plane to New York leaves at like 9pm, so i hope i didn't throw them out too much.

My house sitting duties officially begin on Friday. So I will be posting from Bondi, quite shortly.

It was frankly a strange day. I ran into one of my bosses in the toilet. We scared the crap outa each other cos we simultaneously tried to exit and enter through the same door. Also, the Men's has only one working fluorescent globe out of like 5, so it gets pretty shadowy. It's weird enough as it is too pass your boss on the way to the Jon, but also squeal like a girl? Shudder.

I spent precious office time today filling in police check and application forms for my 2010 Camp experience. I can't wait to get back to Hogwarts, I mean Buck's Rock.

Fruit of The Moment: Matt Damon

Lets go from the Goodbye. *Which goodbye?* The third Goodbye of bar 137.

The prospect of starting the whole musical theatre cycle again, after breaking the chain 2 years ago is a little daunting and a little exciting. Last night, i began work on the Arcadian's 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. Here's how the evening went in essence:

Director

Hey everyone, welcome back. It looks like everyone knows each other with the exception of Kenney here, of course.
I'm just going to run through the house rules, even though everyone knows them with the exception of Kenney here, of course.
Okay, everyone sorted, lets introduce ourselves starting with Kenney here, of course.

Everyone Else

*Reads the script for the first time with the exception of Kenney here, of course.*

Musical Director

Okay now everyone can sight read with the exception of Kenney here, of course?
Awesome.



Its always hard fitting into a new group. They all seem like fun people. So i'm not worried one bit.

Fruit of the Moment: Strawberry and Pomegranate

The bikini brief features sheer lace over the hips and across the back, again, just hinting at what’s underneath

Mornings still tend to plague my happiness. Mondays doubly so.

This morning for instance was no different from any other morning. I marvel at people who seem to get out of bed ready for the car. I certainly have never been so organised.

Amidst the showering and eating and ironing and packing there’s a sleuth of waking up, home navigation, thinking three days in advance because you're not coming home until Wednesday and other various deterrents from your Monday awakening.

As it happens I was packed and ready for the week. On my drive to work however it seems I left my phone charger at home. Which just goes to show how many tiny things you can forget in your morning drunken stupor.

So, I will be guarding my battery with the most advance security system known to mankind.

In other Monday news; I was upset to discover cheap return flights to New York. I was upset because I have no idea when and where I am returning from in the states. A tip off to my Pub Commander Emma ensured her low airfare, where as I am stuck with the more expensive variety. Lets hope fortune is fortunate to me.

Fruit of the Moment: Double Bay Haloumi nom nom nom

Don't mention the Rack.

When awesome people get together and tango, its super happi fun times all round.

A group of us made our way down to Wollongong for some official summer Fun-in-the-Sun.

The water was amazing. The sky was perfect. The Cafe for lunch was Yum-yum-delicious.

So my Sister and I hadn't invited Seán and Pammy K out and about for quite some time. So it was ideal when Pammy K rang at, like near midnight last evening to ask for some beach fun.

Now, remember when you had to shake sunscreen out of its bottle, and it could split out over your pants to create incriminating white splotches over the front of your boardies? Well if you don't; try imagining the horror of it happening to poor Seán. Luckily he had white boardies, and the splotches where absorbed better than if they had been coloured.

Remember when you think that guys are perving on your friends and you cant quite catch it and then you find out they were and start to perv on them in response? Well if you don't; try and imagine the sneaky super spy mission Pammy K and I embarked upon.

And Remember the time when the cafe you ordered one slice of cheesecake from bills you for 50 slices of cheesecake, bringing the bill to over $500? Well if you don't; try imagining the look of confusion on my Sister's face.

And remember the time you hung out with people you knew as kids but are now not kids and its kinda awesome to find them growing into their own personalities? Well if you don't; its kinda a shame cos Seán and Pammy K are awesome.

Fruit of the Moment: Its not ice-cream or frozen yoghurt or custard or sorbet or gelato or anything, but its cool and delicious and made from ice.

Sexy German Backbacker, Stil sexy.

Today, I am feeling much better. I visited Genevieve and we dissected the previous nights debacle. Which was constructive. Gen is so good at this Buddhist rational thinking crap. Also, My sister added her two cents and so I am at peace.

As well as this, Genevieve and I mainly talked about my misadventures with men and how and why that has come to pass in the past. Its a long story, you cant get there by bus. But rest assured another log has been added to the "should of seen that coming" pile and we move on.

And so I continue to wait. Without baited breath.

I drove from Wollongong to Coledale to Sydney City to Campbelltown in 45 degree sweatyness.

360km later and the death of my NAVman, I finally saw the Lovely Bones. Which was a total joy to behold. I seriously think PJ is amazing. A MAY ZING. Marky Mark still cant act for shit.

Fruit of the Moment: Mango that Gen didn't think she wanted

When the Pawn hits the Conflicts he thinks like a King

Click above to read Kenney's email of the week

You know whats retarded? Getting egg on your face when not making an omlette.

Today I got a phone call from a dear friend saying she was arguing with her husband and that things were not fun. This was a little concerning because i was visiting them later in the day, and i didn't want it to turn into WWIII. The point of the call was to persuade me to 'ask' her to cook a meal she wanted in order not to cause waves as her husband does not eat said VODKA PASTA (try it btw, its delicious).

This was all well and good, because another vegetarian friend was joining us, and it was the only thing she could think of to cook for us (appart from her husband).

My omelette began when I decided I would surprise her with buying some groceries and cooking a new vegetarian meal i had discovered and wanted to try out. I figured if it all went to shit, we'd have the yogurt and cheese and chocolate i also bought. Also, it could be a new meal to add to our one meal repertoire.

Having really surprised her upon arrival, she not only decided to criticize the quality of the Woolworths groceries I bought, she went on to say that she wouldn't eat whatever it was i was making.

Now, let us pause here, constant reader, as i need to explain as a general rule my friend never trusts my cooking. And i consider myself to have more than acceptable culinary skills. In fact, often i come up with some pretty neat ass stuff. (among some dismal failures, but hey thats where experimenting gets you.

My new recipe was Mexican Buritos with Sweet Potato & bean stuffing. I had similar with pumpkin and thought THIS would be BETTER with sweet potato.

In any case she decided that it was best to air her thoughts on my purchases, and say i wasnt allowed to do this ever again without asking first.

I guess my assertive alarm sounded and aggressively said "Fine. then you cook dinner." i also replied to contesting with something along the lines of stop speaking, im done here and left the kitchen.

Her day got worse and she left with my other vegetarian friend who was desperately torn between the two of us.

Its just so godarnfrustrating.

I spent the night with her husband, and spent more money on takeout. He jokingly sugested mexican, and the "i'm not laughing face" had him backing off several meters. We had Thai and played Gin Rummy.

Fruit of the Moment: Coconut juice

QANTAS was cheaper than JET STAR?

Eamon Sullivan was the focus of my day.

Ever wonder if all those underwear models just run around changing their underwear for ever new campaign? Heck no! Companies just gets guys like me to superimpose the new range of sleep and underwear onto the previous year's photos.

The up side is I get to work with photos like the one above. Actually that was one of the photos i ended up with. He ended up wearing a white brief when I was through with him. My boss walked in on me fondling the office manikin, as the new underwear I was photographing wasn't sitting right in the er.. package area.

Eamon ended up with quite a bit of padding (a chicken fillet from a bra in favor of a sock i found). Later I shrank it down proportionately to accommodate for his tiny tiny frame. *is jealous*

Seriously. If there is one thing I learned about my budy Eamon is that for a swimmer, he has very thin legs. Lucky bastard.

Fruit of the Moment: Stolen-Antibacterial-Hand-Wash

Is People. Is Risotto. Is yes.

So today I managed to score tickets to Melbourne's The Droswey Chaperone! All I had to do was pay them a bucket o' cash and i scored me a ticket.

The nice woman even rang me up to confirm that I knew it was in Melbourne. Bless her cotton socks.

Now I need to decide when im catching the plane... Friday? Saturday? and do i return Sunday? Monday? working 5 minutes from the airport terminal has opened so many questions and possibilities. Not to mention earning a bucket 'o cash every week to pay for trips to Melbourne to see Geoffrey Rush perform as Man in Chair :)

My many adventures of playing lonely house continues with an evening of Mushroom, Goat Cheese & Pine-nut risotto. Accompanied on the Keys by The Muppets Take Manhattan. Huh. firefox doesn't recognise "Muppets" as an actual word. Weird.

Fruit of the Moment: Chiz

Trying to post while talking to Roomie Rob

The new super mario brothers wii is awesome by itself but on SUPER MEGA 5 METERS WIDE SCREEN PROJECTOR THINGY, it blew my mind so hard I thought I had brain damage.

So, im checking out the house in Bondi I get to babysit for a few weeks to feed 2 beautiful cats. the one I like (the boy) is Alex. The girl's name I forget. Sooo typical of me. I will report on this name later.

Anyway, they have a giant cinema screen for a tv. Its gonna be fun in the Bondi. Not to mention the savings in petrol and time it takes to get to work :)

We all had this amazing Japanese dinner and for a main, I got this roasted eggplant with black bean sauce. Was to dye for. The Wasabi was weak as tho bro.

Fruit of the Moment: Green Apple Sorbet

Alone

What does it mean to be alone?

Is it when you wake up and find yourself alone in a house you pretend to live in?
Is it when you drive to work and get their 40 minutes earlier than expected because there is no one on the roads?
Is it when you arrive at your first day of work for the year like its an ordinary day with no greeting or understanding?
Is it when you leave work alone without saying goodbye?
Is it when you look at the mirror and see one person looking back?
Is it when you visit your parents house and find no one there but the lonely plants that need watering?
Is it when you shop for groceries, by yourself, noticing all the couples sharing their time together deciding what to eat for the week?
Is it when the ATM wont accept your debit card?
Is it when you eat a tub of custard before you put the groceries away and no one is there to berate your bad behaviour?
Is it when you make macaroni and cheese for dinner, but can never manage to make a single serve, so you end up with two portions?
Is it when you watch a romantic comedy about the little guy who gets the girl and everything is peaches and cream for desert?

Or is it when being nice wont cut it, being fair cant take it, and being supportive means you come last?

Fruit of the moment: half price Calypso Mangoes

Freaquently Asked Questions About Time Travel

Today, I completed both the womderfully uplifting novel and depressingly woeful film; The Time Traveler's Wife.

Both had their points of excellence, only one had many, many drawbacks.

I simply fell in love with Henry just like all unrealistic male protagonists in literature. Henry was both beautifully flawed and perfect simultaneously. The Novel had Claire and Henry at odds surrounding his genetic disorder, and showed a seriously screwed up young adult. Claire was his life and purpose and when she changed his life it was magical. He was strong and tough enough to bring a thug close to death, but sensitive enough to recite poetry. He knew what to do and when to do it, and his monologue is so beautifully written.

Unlike the book, the film follows a linear time sequence. So the plot lost all of Henry's past and all the meadow scenes which completely negates the reason he appears back there for the err.. ending.

Their families are so watered down and they rush so fast into marriage that it becomes highly unrealistic. The time travel no longer has any emotional gravity as it doesn't effect anyone but Claire, which makes Henry selfish and moody and generally non-sexy.

This ignores the opening lines of "i'm from the future and this is hard to explain, but your mom just died and you got to digest that and a strange man freaking you out kid"... 10 points for saving expositional time but -200 internet dollars for taking to the original manuscript with a frozen chicken you've urinated on.

Such a shame for a such a well shot film.

As for the Novel, I'm waiting for Henry.

Lets have NOODLES for dinner!

I has survived Tiger Airways

I mean, i had to get up after 2 hours of sleep and check in 3 days before take off but it was TOTALLY worth the $20 i saved :)

Auntie Jess & Auntie Cougar decided to hang with me until my flight was ready, hence the above photographical disaster area. Luckily I had the yogurt parfait.

The trains in Sydney were, of course, canceled. So many bus rides later I end up in good ol' rainy Campbelltown.

Bridgette had been painting the house with a beautiful shade of cottage pink, so her entire dining-room suit was temporarily relocated to my room. So many minutes later, my jams were in the fridge, my vacation clothes were in the wash and the time travelers wife was slowly being digested.

Fruit of the Moment: Feral Airport Scrambled Eggs

Kenney is getting old in Glenelg

Greetings to twentyten!

This morning was a doosey. Waking up at around the lunch time mark, i have a new appreciation of people who say
i'm getting too old for this shit


Adelaide has been delightful. I have been staying, constant reader, with the wonderful Auntie Cougar and her partner. Today saw a visit to Glenelg beech where the cheeky little monkey Noah grew tired at point A and his Uncle Kenney carried him all the way to point B, only to see a bunch of teenagers with a collective IQ of a truffle wearing equally expensive swimwear dive off the metal banisters into the waters at point C.

When we had all had enough of heckling the fashionable douchebags, we all enjoyed some gelato served to us by quite the attractive scooper. Lets call him Bill-the-flirtatious-ice-cream-man. The Blood Orange was awesome, but the Mandarin was MIND BLOWING.

Fruit of the Day: Garlic Twists