June 29, 2010

Cravings

It's nearly 2am, I'm too tired to keep watching the World Cup, I've polished off a half-bottle of Bordeaux, and for whatever reason, I'm craving this:

Image from here, but I'm pretty sure the original can be found in Nigella Express or at Nigella Lawson's website

That's a Chocolate Peanut Butter Fudge Sundae, people. It is delicious. I never used to be a fan of 'bits' in ice-cream until a friend got me onto Rocky Road ice-cream. Then I was buying my own salted peanuts and going crazy with them, top-class ice-cream and home-made chocolate ganache.

Of course, even putting together a packet of peanuts, some ice-cream and my own ganache can be too much work (or lazy, take your pick). I want to be served my dessert! Right now! In a fancy sundae glass too. Please.

I think it's the salt I want, or something, thanks to the dehydrating wine. Who knows. The reality is I'm going to go to bed without this delicious piece of salty creaminess (please, no smutty jokes[possibly NSFW]) in my belly.

One day, I will go to Cold Rock. Oh yes indeed. I'll buy a tub, and all will be well.

UPDATE: I had a Snickers bar instead. It satisfied, but it didn't really satisfy.

You Muppet

Okay, for whatever reason, I really felt like watching "The Great Muppet Caper" today, but I just ran out of time. I mainly wanted to watch/hear the song "Happiness Hotel", so I went on YouTube to try and find it. No luck!! Could find the song, but not with the Muppet video. =(

This will have to suffice:


Ah, 'The Great Muppet Caper'. Classic. And the there's this which is just Muppet-adorable:



Frank Oz's falsetto hits higher notes than my alto. Then there's Jim Henson's growly Rowlf, who was always a favourite:



Now let's combine the two muppeteers with a high note (bonus question: what's the song, and who wrote it? Your prize? Er...wisdom). This especially appeals to my pianist and improvisational side. Brilliant.

June 28, 2010

What I really, really want...

I'm a real bread girl. I love the stuff. I could eat a whole loaf on its own in one sitting. Toasted, fried, buttered, plain, fresh from the oven...mmmmmmm, bread bread bread!

At the moment, I'm in a particular mood for garlic Naan:

Image from Dine Out There

Of course, whilst Naan bread on its own is delicious, I could really go with dipping it in some hot, saucy, spicy curry, like a chickpea masala. Mmmpf! That'd warm me up. It's freeeeezing today.

June 24, 2010

Go Aussie!

It's been a big day here in Australia, and quite frankly, I'm exhausted. Even without mentioning the World Cup (fie you Germany!), it's been a huge day. Australia has its first female Prime Minister, with her predecessor standing down during his first term due to...well...unpopularity.

Julia Gillard - Australian Prime Minister
Image by ?


Carn Julia! Whip your party into shape! Git that democracy back on track.

I'm not sure what I want from our first female PM, but I know what I don't want ever to happen, and that's for Tony Abbott to be PM. Ever. The man troubles me.

Enough politics. I don't know enough about 'em to speak intelligently about 'em. Guess I've got to zip!

June 21, 2010

I like it...

...but I'm okay not possessing it.



Images from Motifo


I do like a good magnet gimmick. Shame my fridge is already covered in magnetic poetry.

Oui, hai.

Oh Tokyo Milk, you know I simply cannot resist petit fours, so why do you tempt me with petit four lip balm?

Image from Tokyo Milk


I still rather covet your Alice mirror. If only I could sample you, then I'd know for sure whether it was love or lust.

June 20, 2010

Simone & Girlfunkle

I'm not really a fan of the whole 'Frankie' style craze going about. It's all very pastel, vintage and pretty, but I just don't get it. Or rather, I don't covet it. Sure, I love pretty dresses, and the whole nymph look, but I find the style a little vapid and empty.

Having said that, I saw this video the other day, and whilst it seems very much in the 'Frankie' style, there's something extra special about it that I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe it's simply a higher saturation of colour? Or perhaps it taps into my desire to experience a food fight? Who cares - I love it, and am probably going to drive the BF crazy listening to it all week:


"Chilly Cold" by Simone & Girlfunkle

I've already gone and bugged them for their EP, but it's not released yet. I want it so very much, just so I can listen to this song on my stereo, and bake cupcakes whilst dancing around in my warm socks (which I will find, dammit).

No more chilly cold!

June 18, 2010

The Woman On The Flying Trapeze

You know, I really want to try this out for myself:


Doesn't that look like fun? I'd never bungee jump, but I'd strap myself in for some trapeze action.

To keep with the theme:



And to make things worse:




June 16, 2010

Warm tootsies.

I get cold feet. No, literally - very cold feet. My toes go blue.

You'd think that, with this kind of problem, I would be mistress to a dozen slippers or so. In the past, I had some great slippers, and I've even owned a pair of Uggs (hey, I was six at the time. They were an Aussie staple for years before the rest of the world donned them). Now, though? I ain't got one pair of slippers, and it's for the stupid reason that my boyfriend doesn't like them. Ridiculous, I know, but he has some issues about different wardrobe items, and if I'm wearing something that curls his lip, then no lovin' for me. Damn compromises.

So how do I keep my tootsies warm and the BF happy? Well, I haven't quite worked that out, really. I've been trying socks as remedy over the years, but none have fit all my requirements, namely:

• Keep feet warm
• Not be itchy (no pure wool - sensitive skin)
• Look good on my feet so as not to offend the BF

Surely finding socks that fit these categories would be easy? Well, I'm struggling. I've trawled through many sock stores here in Oz, found a nice pair, but never in my size (big feet - size 9). Or when I think I've found a good pair that fit, I bring them home, and the BF wrinkles his nose.

Dammit, I want warm feet! Is that so much to ask? I'm beginning to look at sock websites, but can't quite bring myself to pay shipping on a pair of socks. There has got to be the perfect place to buy them somewhere in Oz. I'm thinking pairs like these:



All images from Sock Dreams


So please, if you know of anywhere in Melbourne, Australia, where they sell a good, warm sock - preferably in pairs - please tell me before my toes fall off.

June 08, 2010

I don't care how it works, it's magic, okay?



Guess what I've been wanting these past few days? Well, a lot of things, of course...a cure, someone to complete all my projects for me...but as I've had a killer sore throat, I've been craving foods to soothe it. And right now, I'm wanting ice-cream and Ice Magic! Mmmmm...crackly choc ice!

June 05, 2010

More Gene Kelly

Geez, I would've loved to have danced with him. I would've loved to have been good enough to dance with him.



Not for the weak-stomached....

Warning: If you can't handle bodily functions being discussed, then please, don't read this post.

Seriously.

Let me give you some space so you don't catch any words...


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I am so very, very ill at the moment. Came down ill Monday night with aches and pain, then fever on Tuesday, followed by delirious fever, pain and sore throat from Wednesday onwards. I'm on antibiotics and paracetamol, and I do not feel any better. All this on the cusp of my four-week holidays! Typical! I have one more assignment to complete before I can relax, but I'm so messed up with this thing that I can't focus on it.

I know I'm stressed about my assignment, because I'm having nightmares about it. You know those freaky nightmares you get when you have a fever? Yeah, well, I'm having those about typography. Letters coming to get me. Wonderland doesn't have shit on my diseased mind. Think along the lines of this:



Speaking of Typography, I handed in my last Typography brief of the semester whilst tripping on a fever, and woke up last night in the realisation that I did it wrong. Stuffed up the contents page. No wonder I'm doing so badly this year....argh!

Anyway, now for the gross bit. I'm just been ill. I mean ill. Explosively ill from my mouth and...eugh...through my goddamn nose. Been blocked up for days without being able to even breathe through the damn thing, but feel a chunder coming on and, wow, out open the floodgates! Bastards. Damn nasal cavities burn with stomach acid. I won't begin to explain what it was like blowing my nose directly after the incident. I'm chewing madly on peppermint gum, but, eugh, it's a memory I won't forget fast. Like the time I laughed so hard whilst eating a meat pie, that some hot mince came out of my nose. And don't get me started on orange juice. Sod cola or fizzy drinks, fresh orange juice burns the nose for days.

Really, I don't know what's wrong with my nose. It looks hideous, I know, but geez, you'd think with such a large snout that it might work properly. It's been stuffed up ever since I smashed it in 1988, and yet, I'm no Barbara Streisand. I remember seeing a specialist about it at a young age, but nothing 'seemed' to be 'wrong'. I just am always blowing the damn thing and drowning in mucous, whether I've a cold or not. I should talk to my doctor about it not this blog...

Ah well. I do feel slightly 'clearer' after the chunder. But by gods, I just want to be well again! You know the phrase 'sick of being sick'? Well, 14 years of being sick is a real pisser, I can tell you that now.

Yuck.