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