33 Week Challenge Week 3 - Postsecret

Challenge no. 17 - Send in a Postsecret (www.postsecret.com)

(bonus challenge, take a picture of my shiny face once a week)

33 Week Challenge Week 2 - Souffle!

Ah Friday nights: drugs, alcohol, gratuitous sex… soufflé.

Ok, so only two of those things happened on my Friday night and I’ll give you a hint, neither of them was drugs or sex. I drank a small amount of alcohol, and made an awesome amount of soufflé: Challenge Number 5.

Unfortunately, the sickness which I predicted last week that would hit me sometime during winter has already got me, so this will be a quick, probably not very funny post, written from my bed. Huurrrrrgh. Excuse me.

I didn’t really know anything about soufflé before I started, but conversations with a few people and a few internet searches led me to believe that: 1. Soufflé is frighteningly difficult to make, 2. No it’s not, really, everyone just says that and 3. It’s just cake with lots of extra egg white.  I also learnt that there can be sweet or savoury soufflés… um, there was really no question here which I was going to make – so I made this one: easy chocolate souffle recipe - May I suggest to give this a quick skim read. It will help you feel as though you were there! And will also mean that I don’t have to explain each step. (ACHOOOO – excuse me).

I went out and bought all the ingredients, except that my local IGA DIDN’T STOCK LINDT, WTF? But I got Cadbury Old Gold 50% anyway which proved to work just fine and as I bought 4 times more than I needed for no real reason has also served as a delicious snack during my illness.

Upon starting the recipe it suddenly occurred to me that there was no flour in this cake-with-extra-egg-white, or indeed any milk. I thought perhaps the author was a bit crazy. But I went ahead and followed it anyway, because I am not an idiot like those on Masterchef who think they can make stuff better than the professional chefs. Honestly, how can you fail?! There are step-by-step instructions in front of you! “Oh I don’t believe in measuring ingredients…” Dimwit!

ANYWAY, I got my housemate to melt the chocolate for me, as the author of this recipe clearly has 6 hands (or perhaps a better electric beater than me) and was able to melt the chocolate, beat the whites and combine the yolks and sugar simultaneously. I, being possessed of only 2 hands and also little patience, was not capable of this. 

The recipe has some oddly specific phrases, like “drizzle the chocolate slowly into the egg yolk mix”. I wasn’t quite sure where the line between drizzling and pouring was, but I managed to wing it fairly successfully. Once you’ve drizzled, and beaten, and folded in the correct order, you’re left with a not very cake-like mixture at all. It’s very light and sort of moussey. I baked this concoction in the oven and 25 minutes later, had 3 rather delicious-looking soufflés. Unfortunately, they sank almost instantly, but they never looked like the picture on the website anyway, so I wasn’t too upset. They also tasted awesome!

I took a photo of them, and was subsequently dismayed by my ugly kitchen bench:

So I took another photo of them on a tea towel.

I wasn’t going to tell you that bit, originally – but I like to be genuine on this blog. I’ll never lie to you, I promise (mostly). I would count this challenge as not finished, but certainly started. I could improve them a bit and besides, I want to eat them again - so I'm going to keep making them under the guise of completing the challenge. I may serve them at the dinner party I will be hosting, which is number 11 on the list.

Also, herb update ( I definitely just got myself out of bed to and into the rain to take this photo, so be grateful and/or excited):

33 Week Challenge Week 1 – NYWM and Herb Babies!

And so it begins: my foray into starting stuff for no good reason. First let me tell you that I kind of did 2 things this week. So I don’t know if that just stuffs it up – or whether it gives me a nice bit of grace for the week where I’m sick (inevitable at least once during winter) or the week where I suddenly get busy with gigs and work (hopefully this will happen at some stage) or the week where I can’t be fucked (guaranteed). In all likelihood it won’t matter because I’ll get bored at some point and give up anyway.

This week I did number 1 (plant and look after some herbs) and number 12 (register this blog for National Young Writers Month). The list is not yet completed, I will be updating it here – feel free to continue to contribute.

Challenge Number 12 was suggested by Alex Neill, whose blog I have been following for a little while now. She’s pretty excellent. She writes for GNW-TV (which makes her a god in my mind) and also writes another blog about TV that features Dr. Who a lot, which should put her in good stead with a lot of my readers. You should check her out. Alex is a rep for National Young Writers Month, which is a month in which young writers… write. Ok, I’ll admit, I don’t know a lot about it yet, but I’m about to find out. Every Monday in June I’m going to write a blog about my challenge adventures and the good people at NYWM are probably going to berate encourage me along the way. I’m hoping this will get me into a good routine for the rest of the year.

So ultimately, number 12 was pretty easy. I just had to fill in a form. NO WAIT. I still managed to fuck that up. Name: easy, contact: easy, state of residence: easy, writing goal: fail. I wasn’t quite sure what to put down and spent too long typing something and then deleting it (should I have a word count goal? Should I choose now what challenges I’ll do? Urgh, look a typo – the writers will judge me!) and then suddenly, just as I hit on the right thing to say… I must’ve accidentally clicked submit. So now my writing goals say something like, “to write a blog every MOndf….”. YEAH! I’m going to write a blog every MOndf and there’s nothing you can do to stop me! So challenge 12 is done, if poorly. Challenge 13, actually seeing Young Writers Month through, is another story entirely. I’m sure there are some amongst my readers (Hilde?) who might enjoy this too if they were so inclined.

Challenge Number 1 I came up with all by myself. But you know what’s kind of boring/ not a good blog post? Planting herbs. Nice work, genius. So I will record this challenge primarily in pictures.

First, I went to the shop and bought a pot, some seeds, and a whole lot of dirt. I did not think to buy a trowel (I hope you’re paying attention class, as this will come up later). Stoked with how easy it was to get these items, and with myself for actually doing this just one day after making the decision to do this challenge, I set off home with a spring in my step. I did not take a picture of this moment, as within 12 seconds of leaving I realised just how freaking heavy my newly acquired dirt was. The next 5 minutes were fairly heinous. I was trying to write this blog in my mind and you should be grateful I’ve had almost a week to think about it; otherwise it would have been something much like this:

Ow

Fuck

Heavy

Fuck dirt

Ow heavy dirt

Heavy ow fuck dirt

This is the dirt/pot combo in question:

They look so innocent don’t they?

These are my herb babies:

Adorable no? Wait, flip them over…

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY FREAKING INSTRUCTIONS??!!

I didn’t take any of this into account at the shop, so I’ve managed to get herbs that like different environments to each other… and also want a lot more room than my pot can offer. Still angry/hot from my dirt walk I made the decision to ignore the majority of these, arguing that I said I was going to start planting herbs, I never said they had to be happy or healthy herbs.

I took this picture to demonstrate that I was wearing leggings as pants while doing this. Please refer to my first ever blog post on the subject… and understand that I was hot and angry, and no one else was home, and this was a perfectly acceptable time in my life to not wear pants.

Even the bastard dirt has instructions! RAAAAAGE. Haven’t plants been growing in dirt for millennia? Can it really be this hard?

I poured the dirt in to my pot. This is when I realised that I didn’t have a trowel. I used my hands and got absolutely filthy in the process.

This photo also captures the moment when I went “huh, these coriander seeds look heaps like…. Coriander seeds. Oh.” That is to say, that I have cooked many times with coriander seeds but it’s never occurred to me that they would look the same if you bought them in a packet to plant. Derp.

I planted all my little baby herbs at intervals that suited me, not them (they have to learn to respect me), patted them down, and then came up with a cute way of marking where they are:

And that is the story of how I planted some plants. I’ve remembered to water them every day this week, so provided that keeps happening you’ll get some photos of their progress as time goes on. RIVETING.

Stay tuned next week – I still don’t know what challenge I’m going to do. So it’s a surprise for me too!

L

Challenge!

First, let me say that there IS a point to this blog: there’s a challenge at the end. You can skip to the end to challenge me, or better yet, given the topic of this blog, you can stick with it all the way.

I am very good at sticking with things. Some things. Ok, not many things at all. That was a lie. Here is a list of things I am good at sticking with:

Theatre/the Arts Industry

Boyfriends

Harry Potter

Here is a list of things I have started but failed to stick with:

A journalism degree

At least 5 jobs

Sign language classes

A desire to do a speech pathology degree (that’s right, the desire – I didn’t even make it to enrolling)

A Psychology Major

One linguistics course (I dropped out after waking up one morning and realising I had an exam that day that I didn’t want to do/hadn’t studied for)

Being in a choir

Cycling

Jogging

A webseries about my housemates and me

A kid’s book

A novel

Far more shortstories and plays than I would care to count

This list

I have a real desire to do a lot of things. I have a tendency to turn to my mum, for example, (as I did recently) and say: “You know, I really want to work with animals, like maybe being an animal trainer at a zoo. That would make me really happy”. I mean, it would make me happy but that’s not the point; the point is that even if I did suddenly change my entire career path, get an entry level job at a zoo and try to make that dream a reality, I would find something else to become passionate (read: frighteningly enthusiastic for 3 weeks) about, get distracted and quit before I’d even gotten to touch an animal.

I’m really not sure how those around me take me seriously. Perhaps they don’t. I thank them then, and congratulate them on their impressive acting skills. Because every time I start something new my family, friends and boyfriend all agree it sounds like a great idea that I should go for.

Karate is my current thing. I’m really into it, and bore the pants off anyone who gets within 2 meters of me during my post-punching-someone-in-the-gut high (which can last days). But given my record, I honestly can’t know that I won’t bore myself out of it next week.

A little while ago (like… last year sometime) my thing was arts and crafts. I bought a bunch of canvases and spent happy afternoons on my bedroom floor painting badly and gluing things to things. But I stopped… and there is still a milk crate full of craft crap and one lonely canvas sitting in my room.

More recently, I started an awesome Harry Potter inspired artwork that was basically big bits of card with pictures and one of my favourite chapters written out in tiny handwriting. I bet you can’t guess where it is? Buried… half finished in the mess of other things I’ve never finished on my desk. Yeah. I can’t believe I was surprised either, but I was. It’s a damn shame. The snake I drew was particularly good.

ANYWAY. This blog is called “challenge” because I want, finally, to put what is clearly a secret talent to work. There are 33 weeks left in this year. I would like to start something new every week. But I think it’s been established that I’M not about to think of 33 things. That is way too many things, I will probably get distracted and start writing a list of my favourite lists, or my favourite blogs I like to read while procrastinating (what? It hasn’t taken me HOURS to write this… honestly). So, I would like to challenge you – to give me 33 things I can start, 1 a week, but not necessarily finish. I challenge myself to actually do this. And also to write a blog about each one. I don’t have to do them in order, but I am going to start next week.

So… I have started this for you. (actually, my housemate Samara did most of these… I really am that shit). LAST UPDATED 28th August - you can click on the purple words. They are links, and will take you to the relevant blog. It only took me about 8 weeks to do that. 

1.     Plant and look after some herbs. Started!

2.     Film a Youtube video

3.      Take a partner dance class (Samara)

4.      Harry Potter Movie Marathon (Samara)

5.      Learn how to make a soufflé (Samara) Started!

6.      Make my own paper (Samara) done! (if poorly)

7.      Go rockclimbing  (anon) done!

8. Get a tarot card reading (anon) done!

9. write a song (jadams)

10. make some form of clothing (mim/Emily)

11. Host a dinner party (alex)

12. Register this challenge/blog for National Young Writer’s Month (alex) Done!

13. Write a blog every Monday for the NYWM done!

14. volunteer at a soup kitchen (cdm – chris is that you?)

15. watch a sunrise from mt coot-tha (cdm) done!

16. Update my blog background (cdm)/ learn how to do this!

17. send in a postsecret (kyle) Done!

18. go to Melbourne (another anon)

19. raise money for charity (another anon) started!

20. Become a fan of Dr Who (or rather, watch this season - I'm sure fannage will ensue) Achieved!

21. write a page of news relevant/topical jokes um... fail!

22. make a kite that flies (Dave)

23. get dreadlocks (another, lovely anonymous) not happening. I cut off all my hair!

24.  conquer my phobia of roller coasters

25. go sky-diving

26. exercise every day for a week! Done!

27. do the bridge to brisbane (10km)

28. knit something and finish it (hilde) done!

29. have a dress made for me by the lovely Rachel Burke over at imakeyouwearit done!

30. submit some writing to some sort of writing competition

31. go a week without social networking sites done!

32. be an extra in a film/tv show/ad

33. Go for  hike over a mountain (Jono)

BONUS: take a photo of myself every week 

Please add suggestions here in the comments, or on my twitter, or my facebook, or to my face or something.

I want you to know the irony of this is whole thing is not lost on me, and that there is a very real possibility I’ll do 2 of these things and then join a circus instead.

L

Overanalysing Disney

... or Lizzy realises her childhood is a lie.

Ah, it's been done to death, I know. I'm pretty sure people have written university level theses on Disney films. But I recently rewatched four classic Disneys and I have to get some stuff off my chest. I watched: Beauty and the Beast, The Lion King, The Little Mermaid and Aladdin.

First up: parents. The only main character in any of these who has a mum and a dad is Simba. That's cool - we're showing children from a young age that no family is "normal" and it's ok to be raised by a single parent or, in the case of Aladdin, none at all: "I'd blame parents 'cept he hasn't got 'em" (Fat Lady, "One Jump Ahead", Aladdin, 1992). But my beef is, why is there never any explanation?

King Triton has a lot of daughters... like a lot. Are they all from the same mother? They don't look alike.

Does he get surrogates, or does he have concubines who must give up their children? Does he banish those concubines in anger for not giving him a male heir? He has a pretty intense temper, I wouldn't put it past him.

And sure, Simba's got a mum and dad... but has anyone else noticed that Mufasa is the only lion in a pride of lionesses? I mean, points for accuracy there Disney: there's no way a strong alpha like Mufasa would let any other males hang around his females, but ah... doesn't that make Nala Simba's sister?

Did Belle's mum just get fed up with her crazy inventor husband and walk out? Or did one of his inventions backfire and kill her? That's important backstory right there. If her dad accidentally killed her mum, Belle's 3 day romance with the Beast suddenly makes a lot more sense. She's a confused individual - she'll look for love anywhere.

And that, quite neatly, brings me to my next point. What's the obsession with 3 days Disney? Princess Jasmine has to marry before her next birthday... in three days' time. So, that means that the entire film: Jasmine's 'amusing' near death and impersonation of a mentally ill person in the marketplace, Aladdin's arrest, the Cave of Wonders, Aladdin's transformation into Prince Ali, the courting of Jasmine, the attempted murder of Aladdin, Jafar's crazy snake moment and the Genie's freedom... all happen in 3 days. There just aren't enough hours in there for all of that. I'm pretty sure there are at least 5 nights. Perhaps Arabian nights are different... and just happen when ever you need some drama.

Ariel, too, has to get a true love's kiss out of Eric before sundown on the third day. She doesn't have her voice to charm him with her wit... so relies upon eyelash batting and falling into lakes. It doesn't work... it takes 3 days and about half an hour.

And yeah - I'm pretty sure Belle spends all of about 3 days in the castle with the Beast before her dad is struck down with some sort of illness and she bails on him - accidentally setting a village of rednecks on him in the process.

I feel like we can't really blame Belle though; she is, after all, a child. Why is everyone in Disney 16? I mean, we're talking about marriage and true love and transforming oneself from one species to another here. Can't the characters at least be... I don't know 20? Shouldn't Ariel be in school?

The Little Mermaid was one of my all time favourites as a child. Obsessed. I watched the straight-to-VHS Little Mermaid movie about a whale (Whale of a Tale? Whale of a Time?) until it just about fell apart. But now, watching it as an adult: it's a story about a selfish princess who has the best life ever: no school, daddy's favourite, concerts in her honour... "but who cares, no big deal, I want mooooore" (selfish brat, "Part of Your World", The Little Mermaid, 1989). She then disobeys her father, makes a deal with a woman she knows to be a witch, goes to land with no plan, fucks it up, gets rescued by a prince, and leaves behind a very loyal friend, a loving father and a whole hoard of half sisters who are probably still grieving the banishment of their mothers.... I mean what sort of a message did that send to me as a child? Clearly none at all... I just wanted to throw away my life to become a mermaid. Oh wait.

Despite the incest thing... Nala's the best Disney princess of them all. And where is she in this picture? She'd fit right in:

Next time on Hum Drum Plum, we ask the big question: Why is Pocahontas' grandmother a tree?

An Open Letter to Translink

Dear Translink,

Hey, how’re you doing? Your website says you are feeling normal, with minor disruptions on the Ipswich line – but when has that ever been indicative of your actual status? Are you ok? Because I’ve noticed some stuff has been going on with you for the last… 10 years or so and I just wanted to check you’re ok.

Firstly, I’m not alone in my concerns. I did a survey, which is to say that I posted a facebook status asking what other people loved/hated about you. I got more than 20 comments on it… and I’ve gotta tell you buddy – there wasn’t a lot of love there. I see that’s upset you. I’m sorry, I will start with the love shall I? Soften the blow for the rant I’ve got stored up for you. I’ve been catching public transport since my first week of grade 8 in 2001 – I’ve got some stuff to say.

THE GOOD

Busses

The Happy Bus Driver. Everyone loves this guy. Oh, you’ve never heard of him? This guy is the happiest guy in the world, and considering he drives a bus in Brisbane – this is quite an achievement. More on that later. Whatever you’re paying him, (is it drugs? Are you paying him in drugs?) you should double it. Unless it’s drugs, I think he’s good. 

Trains

Train conductors who give you extra information about each stop as you pull in. “And this is Indooroopilly; this is your stop for the shopping centre or the cinema… there’s two cinemas here actually. Overkill.” “And this here is Chelmer…. I don’t know what’s in Chelmer. Looks like there’s a nice footy club – you could go there, if you wanted.” Considering these guys are train drivers in Brisbane…. Yeah – I think you see where I’m going with this.

Ferries/City Cats

My friend Samara loves it when everyone stands out in the rain on the back deck with their umbrellas and look like mushrooms. Good work Translink; keep that up.

(Also, there was a flood. I know that, I’m not a dickhead. The council and you have worked really hard to get the stops back up and running. As a Brisbanite and New Farm local, I am very grateful for that.)

THE BAD

Ok, here’s the big thing. YOUR WEBSITE IS ENTIRELY USELESS. I’m going to do a test right now. I’m going to put in two addresses into your journey planner. These are my address in New Farm, and my parent’s address in Sherwood. There we go. BAM. One option only. It tells me to catch a 199 and then a 105 and then walk for 960m. This will take me about an hour and a half. NO TRANSLINK. That is not the best way to get to Mum and Dad’s. But, because I’ve done my research, I know that the fault here is my own. I did not change the walking options (WALKING options? On a transport website? Are you serious?) Silly Lizzy. So, I change the walking options to “I’m happy (a loose term) to walk up to 1.5km, not 1km, as is the standard”. Aha. Here we go, it tells me to catch a 199 and then a train of which there are many more – going all night. This will take me just over 1 hour. The walking distance at the other end? 1300m. A meager 300m prevented me from getting an actually useful result from your website. Why are walking options even a thing, Translink? Never assume that I know what I’m doing. I’m a tech savvie, 20 something who uses public transport all the time – but I only worked out the walking options thing recently. Until that time, I just looked up 199 times and train times separately and worked it out myself. Imagine what Doris, a 70 something year old, who wants to get across town since they revoked her license after her stroke, has to go through. It’s in your best interest to help Doris out, or you’ll end up having to talk to her on the phone for an hour to explain….

Oh what’s that? Your phone service is no better? Of course… Listen up Translink, when I call you, I do not want to hear about your “functions and activities” unless your functions and activities involve telling me quickly and clearly when the next 333 leaves from King George Square – which apparently they do not.

I’ve got an idea, and this is deadly serious. You know how at each bus stop there is a list of every single bus service that leaves from that stop? Well, those must be documents on someone in your office’s computer right? PDFs that they spent ages doing up and getting right? Why aren’t they accessible on your website? Why can’t I, a regular user of your services, find out my stop number and search for it, bringing up the PDF relevant to my stop? I could print it out. I’d never have to use your website again! This is my dream.

Now I don’t want to start criticising the staff who run your social media, as I suspect they are unhappy cogs in your bureaucratic clock of insanity, but why is it that @612Brisbane can use information from twitter users to let other twitter users know about service disruptions, while your social media and website continue to say “services are running as normal”? No they’re not, Translink, 612 just told me that Steph from Alderley is stuck on a train a Bowen Hills that hasn’t moved for 10 minutes.  I realise the drivers probably don’t have to time to call the office and have a chat about the signal fault, but it must get registered somewhere instantly right? Like at a station? Can’t that automatically send a message to the office and automatically update the website? Meanwhile, why must your twitter only function between 9 and 5 Monday to Friday? Sure, you can’t be paying staff 24/7 to update it, but can’t there be an automatic update when something changes on the website? Can’t there? Please?

Speaking of staff, aside from the happy bus driver, and a handful of train conductors who like to talk shit over the PA, your staff clearly HATE THEIR LIVES. And, in the case of bus drivers – seem to hate mine also. I have always said this, either bus driving attracts unhappy people, or it makes them unhappy. Either way, you need to do something for your staff before there is a suicide/multiple homicide on Corro Drive. Grumpy as hell bus drivers, taking corners at 70, screeching on the brakes at every intersection… honestly it’s a surprise there haven’t been some really serious accidents.

Some more questions for you TL…

Why do the regular services stop an hour and a half before the nightlink starts?

Why do long distance trips take longer than the maximum single trip time?

Why do you use the shitty trains during offpeak times? Surely if it’s offpeak, you could have your pick?

Why do go card machines break all the time? Like… ALL the time? I’m not complaining about the 30 or so free rides I’ve gotten, but you should be.

Why is it the busses with no air-conditioning that leak? What is this water? And why is it on my lap?

Why do all the brand new bus stop shelters have a big gap at the back so rain gets in?

Why do all the brand new bus stop shelters have only about 1 meter of roof so rain gets in?

How did you get the 598 and 599 to suck THAT badly?

What is the city glider’s purpose in life?

AND FINALLY, THE UGLY

1. ALL busses should be wheelchair and pram accessible, no exceptions.

2. This:

Special indeed, TL, very special.

Sincerely,

Lizzyish

Nerdblog 2: Comedy

So I am a stand-up comedy nerd... fangirl... perhaps FIEND would be more accurate.

I'm not sure when this started, certainly not as long ago as my harry potter obsession, in fact probably only within the last 2 years. But it started, and now I am obsessed. I love the quickness of it, I love when it goes wrong, I love that people make whole careers out of making others laugh and being stupid. What a great life. My twitter account is devoted almost entirely to following comedians, and then retweeting them, @ replying them, and then dying with excitement when they reply (it happens more often then you would think).

Just yesterday, Josh Thomas walked into my office. That's not that weird, if you know where I work it makes sense and you would think that I would be cool cucumber about it but no. I got very, very star struck. I'm not even really sure why. I do like him, he's very funny - and I am mega into anti-comedy comedy of which he is a king - but he's not one of my absolute favourites. Also, as I said - it shouldn't have been that surprising to see him. But seriously, my stomach did a little turn and I think I may have blushed. LAME. It's ok dear reader, I didn't do anything stupid. While my housemate did suggest I should have "lovehugged" him, I kept my cool... and then promptly left the office before my cool leapt away from me and started moonwalking to Mmbop by Hanson or something.

Musical comedy is the best. The first time I heard the Axis of Awesome was epiphanic. (I know right? I did call it a nerdblog for a reason). That's when I realised I was super mega into musical comedians. Not only are they funny AND musically talented, but they must also create songs that people find catchy but which won't stop being funny each time you hear it. Think about "On a Boat" - now there is a song that is catchy and funny every time. And yet, if a non-musical comedian tells the same joke more than 2 or 3 times it gets pretty unfunny very quickly.

Sammy J (as in... "and Randy") is another of my all time favourite musical comedians. One time, he spoke to me while he was on stage. Life highlight. Right there.

Speaking of meeting comedians, I met Paul McDermott once... who is my favourite celebrity/personality/comedian person EVER. Like EVER. And you know what? AT THE TIME I WASN'T EVEN THAT INTO HIM. Probably for the best, because if I met him now, I would only embarrass myself (more so even then I'm doing now.. if that's possible). I became a MASSIVE fan after getting into The Sideshow, the cancellation of which is one of the greatest tragedies on Australian TV.

If you are not yet aware of the Doug Anthony All Stars then we probably aren't friends. I don't mean this in a threatening way, just in a "we clearly haven't spoken for more than 3 minutes at a time" kinda way. Because that's about how often I mention them. Seriously, if only to make our next meeting more bearable - youtube them. Amazing. I won't link to them because I've gone link crazy in this post and there's too many excellent videos to choose from. That's one thing you can count on Paul McDermott fans for. He can't BLINK on television without it getting put onto youtube and turned into an animated gif within 12 minutes of it going to air.

So.. anyway. Nerdrant over. If you're not into comedy I'm sorry, not for my blog, for your sadness. I hope you're ok.


L