I went to my friend Johnny's 21st last night, and am now suffering the self-inflicted aftereffects. The party was deliciously chaotic, filled with catfights, break-ups, over-the-top public displays of affection, and overall riffraff. While everyone else stressed over the surrounding bedlam, I sat back with my cocktail and just observed, in hopes of obtaining some blogging material, and humorous anecdotes to tell my grandchildren in 50 years time. Of course, I received plenty of said material, but regrettably, I was so intoxicated that I cannot remember any of it today.
Speaking of bedlam, the Tantrum Theatre schedule arrived in the mail yesterday. Coincidently, two of the four productions lined up for next year, involve mental patients. Obviously, this means I will fit in quite nicely.
I appologise if this post has not been of quality, or humor, however I have an inkling the dead braincells have taken my funny bone hostage. Let's hope all negotiations go well, and everything is returned to its rightful place, unharmed, as soon as possible.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Any Other Bloggers Experienced This?
Since joining the aforementioned Entrecard network, I've recieved a sudden influx in blog traffic. Of course, like any other blogger, any increase in traffic is welcomed with open arms, however, it's quite intimidating.
Before, when my only visitors were family and friends, I never felt any pressure to produce anything of quality, it all just spilled out, and if it didn't make sense, it didn't matter. Now however, I feel an obligation to produce something of quality, something that people might actually want to read. Have any other bloggers been through this? Discuss.
Before, when my only visitors were family and friends, I never felt any pressure to produce anything of quality, it all just spilled out, and if it didn't make sense, it didn't matter. Now however, I feel an obligation to produce something of quality, something that people might actually want to read. Have any other bloggers been through this? Discuss.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Cyber Street Report
As I was browsing around Entrecard, a fantastic blogging network, I came across the Cyber Street Report. What a tremendous idea! They hold raffles for Entrecard credits, which can be used to advertise your blog on the blogs of others. Check it out!
Back In The Game
Just spoke to a place in Newcastle called "Tantrum Theatre", and they've agreed to send me out some information on their productions for next year. BOO YAH!
Clueless
Last night I got to thinking about women, and how strange and yet amazing we are.
We smile; when we want to cry.
We laugh; to conceal pain.
We say we're strong; when we want to crumple in a heap.
We say we're fine; when we're falling apart.
We say we want to be left alone; when we're craving company.
We say we don't want to talk about it; when could really appreciate a kind ear.
We say we don't want pity; when we'd love nothing more than tea and sympathy.
We say we can do it ourselves; when we'd love a helping hand.
No wonder men are so clueless!
In other news, man I hate mornings. Especially waking up from wonderful dreams where we are pally with our celebrity idol, or 3 years old again, playing with toy boats in the tub. Just one of those days where I curse the alarm and beg the sandman to come back. Ahh, such is life.
Fact of the day: Bulletproof vests, fire escapes, laser printers and windshield wipers were all invented by women.
We smile; when we want to cry.
We laugh; to conceal pain.
We say we're strong; when we want to crumple in a heap.
We say we're fine; when we're falling apart.
We say we want to be left alone; when we're craving company.
We say we don't want to talk about it; when could really appreciate a kind ear.
We say we don't want pity; when we'd love nothing more than tea and sympathy.
We say we can do it ourselves; when we'd love a helping hand.
No wonder men are so clueless!
In other news, man I hate mornings. Especially waking up from wonderful dreams where we are pally with our celebrity idol, or 3 years old again, playing with toy boats in the tub. Just one of those days where I curse the alarm and beg the sandman to come back. Ahh, such is life.
Fact of the day: Bulletproof vests, fire escapes, laser printers and windshield wipers were all invented by women.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Who Needs PR When You've Got Friends Like This?
Well, I’m home!
The reunion between Mum and Sharyn went great; a teary affair for all involved. It was great hearing stories of what mischief they got up to when they were younger. On the way home, I decided to quiz my mother on what she thought the surprise might have been.
Myself: Who did you think was going to be waiting inside?
Mother: I had no idea. I thought maybe you’d organised some superstar through your connections or something.
Myself: Like, Orlando Bloom?
Mother: Well, yeah.
Myself: You think, if given the chance, I would share him with you?
Mother: Well, no I guess not.
Myself: You can have Brad.
Mother: Deal. By the way, Sharyn was a much better surprise than Orlando.
Thank goodness for that.
The reunion between Mum and Sharyn went great; a teary affair for all involved. It was great hearing stories of what mischief they got up to when they were younger. On the way home, I decided to quiz my mother on what she thought the surprise might have been.
Myself: Who did you think was going to be waiting inside?
Mother: I had no idea. I thought maybe you’d organised some superstar through your connections or something.
Myself: Like, Orlando Bloom?
Mother: Well, yeah.
Myself: You think, if given the chance, I would share him with you?
Mother: Well, no I guess not.
Myself: You can have Brad.
Mother: Deal. By the way, Sharyn was a much better surprise than Orlando.
Thank goodness for that.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Voila!
As you can see, the blog has recieved a much-needed revamp! Thankyou to Jo for her stroke of creative genius for the new name.
This morning I awoke to a most amusing conversation between myself and my grandfather, Paul.
Grandfather: Could you come out and take some pictures with the digital camera of Gran with the horses?
Myself: Mmm, okay. When did you get a digital camera?
Grandfather: ... I didn't.
I chose to indulge in my coffee for a few extra minutes, for it sounded much more enjoyable than photographic work with an imaginary camera.
In other news, I will be away until Wednesday, so sit tight. When I get back I'll be sure to update you with all the news of how the reunion between Mum and Sharyn went.
This morning I awoke to a most amusing conversation between myself and my grandfather, Paul.
Grandfather: Could you come out and take some pictures with the digital camera of Gran with the horses?
Myself: Mmm, okay. When did you get a digital camera?
Grandfather: ... I didn't.
I chose to indulge in my coffee for a few extra minutes, for it sounded much more enjoyable than photographic work with an imaginary camera.
In other news, I will be away until Wednesday, so sit tight. When I get back I'll be sure to update you with all the news of how the reunion between Mum and Sharyn went.
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