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I think that if there is a God/gods/divine being/s that it is seriously hating on me. As I was having breakfast the pool guy came to the door and told me that he has found my dog dead by the pool pump shed. So after starting my day on a high I went to work, and while I was placing the cakes in the display cabinet I accidentally dropped this freshly made lemon lime tart into the fridge while placing it in. Then when I opened the fridge to grab a bottle of milk, 2 milkshake glasses came falling out and smashing all over the floor. So I was like FML God hates me. When wiping down the coffee machine I bumped the coffee handle and the handle fell down onto the draining tray and then off the draining tray and into a long black I'd just made. The long black then went all over me. (fuck.). Afterward when I went to make it again while tamping the coffee into the handle one of the people from the real estate agent came over and was asking if I could hold onto this key that someone was going to pick up from my work. So I placed the handle on the bench and turn around to grab this key and I heard this crash behind me and went "fuck". I turned around to see the handle on the floor and coffee from one end of the floor to the other. (fuck). Later on as I was making 2 flat whites I went to grab one of the cups which I'd just extracted a shot into. And whilst trying to be an awesome multi-tasking male (foaming milk, placing sugar in coffee shot and put a ham and cheese croissant under the griller) I knocked over the cup I had just extracted a shot of coffee into. (fuck!) Now trying to save this cup from tipping over I knock the seconded cup of espresso I'd just extracted. (fuckfuckfuckityfuck!)

Now I also found it weird that after my shift the night before I'd found a set of rosary beads in the car park on the ground as I was getting in my car. I think God was giving me a sign to say "heads up, I'm going to make the next couple of days absolutely shithouse".

So I've compiled I list of five songs you should listen to when you feel that God is hating on you. Cause even if he does or does not exist it is always feels better if you point the blame for your bad luck at him or whatever divine being that may or may not exist.

1. Moon Theory by Miami Horror
2. Opus 36 by Dustin O'Halloran
3. What Ever Happened by The Stokes
4. Mitsubitchi by The Subs
5. Kings of the Wild Frontier by Adam and the Ants

and of course anything by the CRYSTAL CASTLES

I have returned with the masking tape!

I thought Al Pacino was an Italian fine dining restaurant for a short moment the other day. The guy from Vittoria Coffee was installing our new coffee machine and mentioned that now Al Pacino was promoting Vittoria and I said stupidly "What's Al Pacino?".  And for a split second there I thought to myself "ohhh wait, thats that some fancy Italian fine dining restaurant somewhere in Broad Beach". The guy looked at me with a look of 'are you kidding me, stand still while I punch some sense into your head'. And as soon as think of Al Pacino Fine Italian Dining I realised who Al Pacino was and what a stupid thing I had just said and thought.

I want to have coffee on a cloud with you, I and someone wearing a powdered wig.

I also was wondering what a conversation with a star (as in the thing in the night sky, gas burning BILLIONS OF LIGHTYEARS AWAY IN A FOREIGN GALAXY) would be like. Maybe it might go down something like this.

Bronson: Wow! You look positively glowing.

Star: I can't help being a thermonuclear fusion darling. By the way nice coat. Politix?

B: No, Saxony? Got it at the Myer end of financial year sale.

S: Stimulating the economy?

B: Totz.

S: But I think you need a tan, you skin is luminous.

B: Bitch, I pride myself on my pasty complexion.

S: (laughs because Bronson is HILarhious!) you want to dance? (Bronson does and nods and Star wipes out Lady Gaga's "bad romance" and there start pulling out monster awesome moves)

...







......yep and thats would go down.

2001 a Space Odyssey

I found this creature in my house. It is an alien life form called Brother. The word is Swiss for, another thing that is somehow related to you.

always tip your waiter.. unless they spill your iced mocha in your lap.

Shalom people of the Cyber World,

My mac book it currently sick so it is at the next byte doctors getting fitted so I can't unload pictures and/edit photos, ETC. So as I wait for my mirco-wave oven to cook me some pasta here is a photograph of some lovely old ladies I took a picture of walking near the Mater Hospital on my oktomat.

I once played lawn bowls with an antelope.

I'm very interested in time travel. How brilliant it would be to go back and be absorbed in a world now gone. I'd love, personally to have coffee with Coco Chanel (this is also because I just saw "Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky" and fell in love with her and her amazingness).

my soul fell off

I'm a bit of a literary blank at the moment, with nothing much to say and anything that comes up is not really worth while reading... Besides this; red cabbage is seriously the greatest vegetable ever!!!

let them drink soy!

"Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it. "~Samuel Beckett

Kohei Nawa

This artist is amazing. I saw one of his art installations at the resent Asia Pacific Triennial at the Brisbane's Gallery of Modern Art. It was part of is Pixel series. "PixCell-Elk#2" is a taxidermic elk covered in skin of glass beads. The beads magnify and distort images of areas not only of the elk but also of the surrounding area. It gives us the most fascinating new perceptive on how we view and what we see.

I heart PixCell-Elk#2 Kohei Nawa, absolutely fell in love with it. 

I took these pictures with my Oktomat Lomo.

little indian

I found a really amusing poem by Agatha Christie called "ten little indians". 

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law,
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
On got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

Mingalaba

Mingalaba everyone,

This is how you would say hello to someone in Burmese, Flickr is teaching me many things about our global community. I'm also going insane. I have 3 days straight now off work and then 4 on, which I really like but by the third day I turn into this dangerous, alcoholic housewife that can't keep the house clean and can't be in the kitchen without setting it on fire. However it gives me heaps of time to get all artistic though and express myself subjectively through crayola crayon drawings and finger painting. Not really, I just get crazy ideas for artwork, which only ever stay uncompleted because my artistic epiphanies diminish by the time the Finstones come on GO and then the TV absorb me.

this is from my photo shoot with Thea Brocksidge's clothing designs from "TeePee"

here is the link to her page. click it. you know you want too... its in HELVETICA... 






everyone loves helvetica.

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Well I made French Onion Soup today, my hair court on fire but never the less the soup was completed and tasted pretty damn swell. I'd like to thank the Women's Weekly for the recipe, and gives it 1 out of 2 kudos.

I hang the washing out with you still in the clothes

here is a list of 5 songs I've had on repeat over the past week.

1. Saddest Summer by The Drums
   
   
2. Crave You by Flight Facilities 
3. We No Speak Americano by Yolanda Be Cool & Dcup
4. Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne
5. The Imperial March by John Williams

I'm a Star Wars geek and I've been watching Anakin Skywalker turn into DARTH VADER and getting emotional that Natalie Portman dies from a broken heart (I'll love you Natalie). But then I watch V for Vendetta and Natalie is alive again and everything is better and I'm happy... I am a loser.

poached seagull.

I get this quite abit...

customer: Can I get a large coffee?


barista: Yes you most certainly can. What would you like?


customer: ...? {internal thoughts= "a coffee you idiot"}

Now there is this awkward moment where the customer is giving barista/customer service person "well why aren't you making be a coffee by-atch" look and barista/customer service person is waiting for customer to say "oh. Just a classic caffè latte".

barista: ...so a large?... (internal thoughts = "the bitch isn't getting it") would you like that as a flat white?... latte?... cappuccino?


customer: Oh, a skinny soy decaf latte. Thanks