25.9.11

Just some fun, strange, and very wacky facts for you!

If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Hardly seems worth it.) If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. (Now that's more like it!) The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet..(O.M.G.!) A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes...(O.M.G.!!!) A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death.(Creepy) (I'm still not over the pig.) Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour. (Don't try this at home; maybe at work.) The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. (Honey, I'm home . What the...?) The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. (30 minutes. Lucky pig! Can you imagine?) The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. (What could be so tasty at the bottom of a pond?) Some lions mate over 50 times a day. (I still can't believe that pig...quality over quantity.) Butterflies taste with their feet. (Something I always wanted to know.) The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. (Hmmmmmm.......) Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people. (If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. (Okay, so that would be a good thing.) A cat's urine glows under a black light. (I wonder how much the government paid to figure that out.) An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. (I know some people like that.) Starfish have no brains. (I know some people like that, too.) Polar bears are left-handed. (If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.) Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. (What about that pig? Do the dolphins know about the pig?) Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread these crazy facts.
(Thanks Sierra!)

24.9.11

You don't need an iPad.

 Is there anything you need less in your life than a 3D television set? I saw a newspaper advertisement for one at the weekend featuring a family wearing crazy old-lady sunglasses watching a lion jump out of their TV screen and on to their coffee table. That's just what you need when you take your one hour to relax after dinner: a man-eating predator leaping at your face so you can see its goolies. Where do I purchase one?
 Bizarrely, however, gadget boys, and journalists are making squirrel noises because they can now watch the World Cup or the State of Origin in 3D, which reminds me of the derricks who got excited about those mini TVs in the 1980s. And boy, didn't they catch on...
 About the only thing you need less than a 3D TV set is a friggin' iPad and, seriously, any person who actually queues up to buy this sort of stuff really needs to re-examine their priorities in life. Look, buy one if you must (I'll wait 2 years I reckon), but honestly, there are other tried and tested technologies that give you far more bang for your buck and are easily more life changing. TV in three dimensions and an over-sized iPhone might give some people a stiffy but I reckon there's other pieces of white man's magic that's muuuuuch cheaper and, for my money, provides far more value. Like:
Rice cookers:
 Anyone boiling rice in a pot is an idiot. A quarter of a billion Asian households and 25,000 Chinese takeaway stores can't be wrong. You know why steamed rice at those places tastes 10 times better than what's coming out of your pot at home? A rice cooker. They cost $50.
Foxtel:
 It gets a bad rap but if you think "there's nothing on", then you're not looking. Between the astounding amount of sport, movies, news (I mean ASTOUNDING) and dramas such as The Wire, Madmen, Breaking Bad and Love My Way, suck-you-in reality shows such as Project Runway (Australia and US) and the original British Master Chef, as well as Seinfeld repeats, you can fill your brain with useless crap for life (and that is all pretty much on the basic package).
Foxtel IQ:
 My friend swears by this - though she does have 2 and 3/4 children. "Find someone who's got one to show you what it does. You won't know how you lived without it. If you think there's nothing on Foxtel, this will unlock the value. You will never watch an advertisement, nor aimlessly channel flick ever again" she says. Minor gripe: The memory needs to be bigger.
Peer-to-Peer software:
 Let me sum up the attitude of TV networks to the internet. Say you want to legally catch a US or British TV show online. You click on the site, sit through a 30-second ad with crystal clear picture and audio and then you get this message: "Sorry we're unable to offer this video to viewers in your region." Oh, really? You couldn't have told me that before I gave you a viewing impression for your friggin' foot-long sandwich ad? How about you go get rooted?
 This is one of many reasons I find it hard to generate sympathy for TV networks and film studios when people illegally download their most popular products before they arrive in this country. Until the networks realize this sort of instant, global download is the way forward and learn how to make it simpler and easier than pirating, they'll continue to lose viewership. If a person is technically savvy enough to want to watch a show online, you think they'll say "Gosh, it's not available in my region; I better wait 18 months and not download it from the 4000 illegal torrent sites that are two clicks away on my mouse."
 Seriously, I know movie nuts that haven't been to a video store in two years because of Vuze and uTorrent. Which isn’t all bad for the producers: you want eyeballs on your product and, even if 25 per cent of your audience is via illegal downloads, people are still talking about your show or movie and turning on other viewers. Suck it up, networks.
People-who-read/bought-this-also-read/bought-this recommendation tool on Amazon:                                                       For those of us who have a very specific taste in books, this feature is invaluable.  How the hell else are you going to find something new to read? Christ knows you can't trust most musty, heads-up-their-arse reviewers.
An iPhone or BlackBerry:
 Again, find someone who's got one or the other to show you what they do. You won't know how you lived without it. After that demo, if your next phone is not an iPhone or a BlackBerry, then you're a jackass. Literally, you're as stubborn as a mule.  iPhone gripe: Battery life, and you have to buy a protective cover and anti-glare thingamy.
Foxtel IQ iPhone app:
Goes without saying, doesn't it?
Crock Pot:
 Aka a slow cooker. Once all the rage, then gloriously unfashionable, now making a comeback in a big way. If you're pushed for time, cut up veggies, meat, whatever you want in the morning or night before. Set it to cook and, by the time you get home, you've got a meal that tastes like it was worried over by a 70-year-old Italian papa for 10 hours. They cost about $50. Download your 1300 Crockpot Recipes eBook for free and away you go.
Honourable mentions:  
 It's a given that the internet is the greatest invention of my lifetime, followed closely by iPods, GPS navigation, laptop computers and in-shower radios. I can't bring myself to put any video game console down here because they once ate my life. Feel free to nominate your own piece of technology.


Heaven is........

 Staying in your pyjamas ALL DAY…and going to the shops in them doesn’t elicit stares, even though you know your hair looks like a 5 year old boy's who just woke up from a 12 hour sleep, and probably deserves a few second glances....in heaven bed head is a sign of wealth and all round AWESOMENESS.
 Fat free Tim Tams. Not only are they fat free, eating them has as many calories as the airy cloud you are floating on. Num Num Num and Num. A TV station totally devoted to Glee, Gossip Girl, The Vampire Diaries and Desperate Housewives, and there is no season finale...they just keep rolling, 24/7.....“Don’t stop believe’n, hold on to that feeling!’’
 The air smelling like baby breath, and the folds in their chubby baby necks. Have you ever smelt anything more delicious? If only Glade could bottle that smell and sell it, I wouldn’t have to wait for baby dust or heaven to get my smelly fix. Not having to spend hours learning to dance or play an instrument. When you get there, you are instantly gifted with ‘So you think you can Dance’ talent and Elton John fingers, and you can do both at the same time while singing like Beyonce. And even though everyone else has the same talent, everyone else will still think you are amazingly extraordinary.
 Time....time to read a whole book cover to cover. Time to sit on a swing in a park in the sun. Time to snuggle in bed with your partner and just talk...or kiss, a bit. Time to watch all the movies I love....starting with Gone With The Wind and ending with Secondhand Lions and Never Ending story falling somewhere in the middle.
 Throwing a decadent Christmas lunch and everyone I have ever loved past or present, dead or alive turns up....and we ALL get along. Your turn, finish this sentence. Heaven is.......................................

20.9.11

Women want love; men need sex. So now what?!

 There's a man I know; let's call him Paul. Over the years he's learnt that, to get what he wants - regular sex from a woman - he has to form some sort of a "relationship". And so he fakes one. Or two. Or five. All at once. He manipulates women into thinking that he is the perfect man by wining, dining and treating them with the perfect blend of loyalty and bad-boy-turned-good persona.
 "I've changed," he purrs lovingly to each and every one of them. "And you've been the one to change me." Cue female hearts melting, skirts lifting and hearts breaking. Paul doesn't rush these women. Oh no. He moves slowly and sneakily, knowing very well that slow and steady wins the race. Or at least another blow job.
 "Wow, he's waited so long!" the unsuspecting women say, clapping their hands in glee, imagining themselves walking down the aisle and what their babies might looks like. "He must really like me!" Or worst of all; "I think I might have finally found 'the one'!". And so they give in to sleeping with him. And he laughs arrogantly to himself when another one bites the dust...
 Paul is not one of a kind. There are thousands of Pauls trawling nightclubs and bars, searching for unsuspecting female victims on the hunt for a boyfriend, a husband or a part-time ATM. They can pick their prey instantly; know just how to dupe them and then how to toss them aside like a used piece of gum. We like to call him the Manipulative Man.
 Then there's Eric, also known as The Player. He meets a girl, buys her a drink and invites her back to his place. He tells her he's never met anyone like her, opens up about his childhood "issues" and before either of them knows it, her legs are in the air and she's cooking him eggs and bacon in the morning. All it cost him was a $12 cocktail and a ride home in the morning...if she's lucky.
 My point? That we all need to be a little more aware of the fact that sometimes men want sex (and will do or say anything to get it) and women want relationships (and will do or believe anything if they think one is on the horizon). While the sexually liberated among you might throw up your hands in protest and declare that not all women want a relationship, it's actually been statistically proven.
 A study carried out by James Madison University and published in the journal Sex Roles, discovered that most women do want a relationship and no matter how sexually liberated they are, still fear that casual sex will lead them to become emotionally attached to the dude they've just bonked. Only a measly 2 per cent of women said they strongly preferred hooking up to a relationship, while 17 per cent of men preferred casual sex over the whole wining and dining shebang. (By my reckoning, the stat is way higher for the men, I'm just not sure too many would admit it for reasons outlined above.)
 The reason for the stats being this way is in the biological make-up of the sexes. Men physically need a "release" due to the build-up of semen in their testes, which then tells their brain that they need sexual satisfaction in order to release it...and fast. Women, on the other hand, are biologically wired to be pickier about what they do with whom. After all, sex is a big investment for gals because it can lead to nine months of pregnancy and 18 years of child-rearing. Combined with the fact that women’s brains don't tell them they need a physical release every 24 to 48 hours, and it's obvious why a relationship is more appealing than just a one-night stand.
 Of course we can always ignore stats and biology and conclude that not all men want sex. That it's simply a case of the media, men's magazines and the sex trade giving us false impressions that macho men are incapable of love and feelings and commitment and companionship. But, as a single girl, when all you meet out and about are Pauls and Erics, it's tough to understand that there are any men who think differently. Or perhaps we just don't know where to find them...
What do you think?

One misspelled word makes a BIG difference…

 A school teacher once a month has a sticker day.  She gives each child a sticker and asks them to write a story about it. On this day she gave a little boy a sticker with a horse on it, his story is below.

17.9.11

Chewing the fat.

 There’s just one thing that makes me more furious than the fashion industry promoting an unachievable thin body as the “ideal woman’s shape”. And that is when they use plus-size models. Why? Because they always photograph them nude, or in seriously stupid novelty pretend clothes, while claiming great swathes of moral high ground on the “Look, we use plus-size models too!” ticket.
 But before people start sending hate mail, let me recap: I don’t have a problem with having larger-sized women in fashion magazines, being a larger sized woman myself. What I object to is that they’re always nude – because then they are not large people looking lovely in the new styles and fashions – they are large people being used in a tokenistic manner in magazines.
 There are three reasons this happens:
1) fashion designers don’t make samples – or even the finished retail product – in sizes large enough for plus-sized women. Solution: if you want to make a feature of a properly big girl, make an effort and get the clothes sampled up specially okay?
2) plus-sized women often look better with no clothes on, when you can see the pleasing, sensual curves naturally formed by their unencumbered flesh, so it’s easier to get a good picture. Solution: again, make the effort! Get the big sizes made in designs that will suit her, and style her up so that she looks great instead of frumpy and uncomfortable, because the clothes options available right now were obviously not made with larger women in mind with those ghastly ruffles, and garish and vulgar patterns that leave women looking like side show freaks in a circus.
3) having the plus-sized woman nude has a shock value that balances out the other shock – that there is a plus-sized woman in a fashion magazine. Solution: if you can’t sincerely embrace the idea that a plus-sized woman can look good in fashionable clothes, then don’t put one in your magazine!
 The latest addition to this hypocritical canon comes courtesy of Mr Karl Lagerfeld. I have been previously impressed with the honesty of his statements on the high-fashion, skeletal-body controversy. He has been known to make outrageously un-PC remarks along the lines of: “You’ve got fat mothers with their bags of chips sitting in front of the TV and saying that thin models are ugly…” It’s a provocative standpoint, but at least he was honest, plus he’s got something of a right to say it, because he used to be a large man himself and slimmed down to a tiny thinnifer – and he’s kept it off for years now.
 He’s living proof that in most cases – not all, but way most – the difference between being a size 10 and a size 18 comes down to two things: self-control and giving a shit. In other words, having “being slim and healthy” on top of your priority list. Because in my own bitter experience, unless you have a God-given fast metabolism, that’s the only way to keep your weight down. It has to be the main thing that you think about, requiring constant planning and effort. Anyway, so wherever you stand on that spectrum of caring about being skinny enough to work at it, you have to give credit to Kaiser Karl for being real.
 But now he’s done a fashion spread for V magazine, featuring an obese “burlesque performer” (and how I feel about that retrogressive crap is a whole other story), Miss Dirty Martini, modelling next to a Coco Chanel lookalike on the iconic staircase at the fashion house’s Paris headquarters. The skinny-minnie Coco model is wearing a classic Chanel suit and hat, while Miss Martini is wearing – guess what? – Camellia accessories as nipple tassels! RUBBISH!
 Because how hard would it have been for Karl Lagerfeld to have had a fabulous Chanel suit made up in size 20? Now THAT would have impressed me as a fashion picture…..

13.9.11

The Big Fat Myth About Friends With Benefits.

 In the movie Friends With Benefits, Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake play two recently dumped friends who turn to each other to scratch a certain naughty itch. Sexy hijinks ensue, typical romcom style. It’s a story we’ve all heard before (in fact, we saw it in theatres earlier this year, in Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher’s No Strings Attached). And it’s one that has likely played out in our own lives as well: About 60 percent of college students participating in a 2011 Michigan State University study admitted to engaging in at least one FWB arrangement at some point in their lives. You don’t say!
 If romcoms are to be believed, FWB situations always end up with the friends living sexily ever after. Now, you’re savvy enough to know that’s super far-fetched—the same Michigan State study found that only 10 percent of FWB arrangements end in real romantic relationships.
 But here’s the shocking part: They also found that just 26 percent of FWB actually ended in a wrecked friendship. Here’s a better way to look at it: 74 percent of FWB relationships DON’T destroy the friendship.
 “Most people who enter friends with benefits relationships don’t want relationships, but they still have sexual needs,” says study co-author Timothy Levine, Ph.D., professor of communication at Michigan State University. “And they likely conclude that sleeping with a friend is safer than sleeping with a stranger.” The possibility that one person is secretly pining for the other isn’t really all that likely. In fact, you’re both probably just using each other until someone better comes along.
 If that sounds super unsexy, that’s kind of because it is: Levine also found that the passion level in FWB relationships was uncharacteristically low for sexual partners. Basically, FWB’s don’t sleep together because they can’t keep their hands off each other. They sleep together because there isn’t anyone else more appealing at the moment.
 Ultimately, you’re bound to be disappointed if you enter into a FWB relationship with a friend who you’re secretly hoping becomes something more. If you want to date him, you need to be up front about that. But if you’re like most girls in FWB situations, you’re not crossing your fingers that the relationship gets upgraded to boyfriend-girlfriend status. You just wanna have fun. And chances are so does he.

5.9.11

Through the Humorous Eyes of Douglas Adams.

 Although I love travelling, there is no place like home. So when I found this, I had to share it with you, he hits the nail on the head. I love you Australia. Douglas Adams, of “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” fame, gives an insight into Australia.
 Australia is a very confusing place, taking up a large amount of the bottom half of the planet. It is recognizable from orbit because of many unusual features, including what at first looks like an enormous bite taken out of its southern edge; a wall of sheer cliffs which plunge deep into the girting sea. Geologists assure us that this is simply an accident of geomorphology and plate tectonics, but they still call it the “Great Australian Bight” proving that not only are they covering up a more frightening theory but they can’t spell either!
 The first of the confusing things about Australia is the status of the place. Where other landmasses and sovereign lands are classified as continent, island, or country, Australia is considered all three. Typically, it is unique in this. The second confusing thing about Australia is the animals. They can be divided into three categories: Poisonous, Odd, and Sheep.
 It is true that of the 10 most poisonous arachnids on the planet, Australia has 9 of them. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that of the 9 most poisonous arachnids, Australia has all of them. However there are curiously few snakes, possibly because the spiders have killed them all.
 But even the spiders won’t go near the sea. Any visitors should be careful to check inside boots (before putting them on), under toilet seats (before sitting down) and generally everywhere else. A stick is very useful for this task. At this point, we would like to mention the Platypus - estranged relative of the mammal, which has a duck-bill, otter’s tail, webbed feet, lays eggs, detects its aquatic prey in the same way as the electric eel and has venomous barbs attached to its hind legs, thus combining all ‘typical’ Australian attributes into a single improbable creature.
 The last confusing thing about Australia is the inhabitants. First, a short history:
Sometime around 40,000 years ago, some people arrived in boats from the north. They ate all the available food, and a lot of them died. The ones who survived learned respect for the balance of nature, man’s proper place in the scheme of things, and spiders. They settled in and spent a lot of the intervening time making up strange stories.
 Then, around 200 years ago, Europeans arrived in boats from the north. More accurately, European convicts were sent, with a few deranged and stupid people in charge. They tried to plant their crops in autumn (failing to take account of the reversal of the seasons when moving from the top half of the planet to the bottom), ate all their food, and a lot of them died.
 About then the sheep arrived, and have been treasured ever since. It is interesting to note here that the Europeans always consider themselves vastly superior to any other race they encounter, since they can lie, cheat, steal, and litigate (marks of a civilised culture they say) - whereas all the Aboriginals can do is happily survive being left in the middle of a vast red-hot desert, equipped with a stick.
 Eventually, the new lot of people stopped being Europeans on Extended Holiday and became Australians. The changes are subtle, but deep, caused by the mind-stretching expanses of nothingness and eerie quiet, where a person can sit perfectly still and look deep inside themselves to the core of their essence, their reasons for being, and the necessity of checking inside your boots, every morning, for fatal surprises. They also picked up the most finely tuned sense of irony in the world, and the Aboriginal gift for making up stories. Be warned.
 There is also the matter of the beaches. Australian beaches are simply the nicest and best in the entire world. Although anyone actually venturing into the sea will have to contend with sharks, stinging jellyfish, stonefish (a fish which sits on the bottom of the sea, pretends to be a rock and has venomous barbs sticking out of its back that will kill just from the pain) and surfboarders. However, watching a beach sunset is worth the risk.
 As a result of all this hardship, dirt, thirst and wombats, you would expect Australians to be a dour lot. Instead, they are genial, jolly, cheerful and always willing to share a kind word with a stranger. Faced with insurmountable odds and impossible problems, they smile disarmingly and look for a stick. Major engineering feats have been performed with sheets of corrugated iron, string, and mud.
 Alone of all the races on earth, they seem to be free from the ‘Grass is Greener on the other side of the fence’ syndrome, and roundly proclaim that Australia is, in fact, the other side of that fence. They call the land “Oz”, “Godzone” (a verbal contraction of “God’s Own Country") and “Best bloody place on earth, bar none, strewth.” The irritating thing about this is they may be right. There are some traps for the unsuspecting traveller, though.
 Do not, under any circumstances, suggest that the beer is imperfect, unless you are comparing it to another kind of Australian beer. Do not wear a Hawaiian shirt.
 Religion and Politics are fairly safe topics of conversation, (Australians don’t care too much about either) but Sport is a minefield. The only correct answer to “So, howdya’ like our country, eh?” is “Best (insert your own regional swear word here) country in the world! It is very likely that, on arriving, some cheerful Australians will ‘adopt’ you on your first night, and take you to a pub where Australian Beer is served. Despite the obvious danger, do not refuse. It is a form of initiation rite. You will wake up late the next day with an astonishing hangover, a foul taste in your mouth, and wearing strange clothes.
 Your hosts will usually make sure you get home, and waive off any legal difficulties with “It’s his first time in Australia, so we took him to the pub”, to which the policeman will sagely nod and close his notebook. Be sure to tell the story of these events to every other Australian you encounter, adding new embellishments at every stage and noting how strong the beer was. Thus you will be accepted into this unique culture.
 Most Australians are now urban dwellers, having discovered the primary use of electricity, which is air-conditioning and refrigerators.
 Typical Australian sayings:
* “G’Day!”
* “She’ll be right mate.”
 Tips to Surviving Australia:
* Don’t ever put your hand down a hole for any reason WHATSOEVER.
* The beer is stronger than you think, regardless of how strong you think it is.
* Always carry a stick.
* Air-conditioning is imperative.
* Do not attempt to use Australian slang, unless you are a trained linguist and extremely good in a fist fight.
* Wear thick socks.
* Take good maps. Stopping to ask directions only works when there are people nearby.
* If you leave the urban areas, carry several litres of water with you at all times, or you will die.
* Even in the most embellished stories told by Australians, there is always a core of truth that it is unwise to ignore.