new home

After a failed attempt to start again anonymously, and a good long break, I have finally found a suitable new home. Introducing ... Eye-Eye Captain and the Great Cheese Mystery. Hope to see ya there.

blogstipated

Well, I was gonna call this post 'no cheese no more' but I felt that Richard's word deserved a second outing. Yes, I am blogstipated. And not just this week, but on and off since Christmas. No idea why ... Maybe a thing just needs to run its course and be done. So there you go!

I'm sure I'll stick around in blogosphere ... But don't come looking just yet ... And I'll still be reading you people, don't worry 'bout that!

Finally, if you want to mail me: katenadine@SPAMblueyonder.co.uk. I'm sure you know how to take care of the spam.

Hugs 'n' kisses then, especially to the growing Blog Family [you know who you are]. Xxx

holy moly guacamole

Well, after a punishing 10 days of editing an ENORMOUS economics thesis (yes, I was paid, I'm not completely insane) I can return to my real life of student, office bod, internet addict and general waste of space. Can't say that I'm not relieved.

Thanks all for the page 123 submissions ... Amusing ... If it were a competition, and a winner were to be picked ... I'd have to give it to Mr. George Thomas. Go, Argos! And the bf would have to come in a close second.

For want of something better to do, I googled the title of this post and found this site. As soon as I muster up some creative energy I'll be over there ... But for now I'll be content with sleeeeeeeep ...

because stealing is good

Damn, I am so busy this week. And I just had to have a thousand pound shower fitted. Well, the shower is probably worth about £300 - but plumbers being plumbers ... Ouch. So, anyway, there go the excuses and here comes the stealing - many thanks to NWJR at The Daily Snark ...

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog* along with these instructions.
[5. Don't you dare dig for that cool/intellectual book you hide away under the bed for occasions such as these ... Yes Richard, I'm lookin' at you! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.]

Here are my results:

"malfeasance. See MALEFICENCE, MALFEASANCE.

Malory, Sir Thomas, for the fifteenth-century author (Le Morte d'Arthur) but George Mallory for the Everest explorer."

And before you say anything: I hang my head in shame - the nearest book to me was Bill Bryson's Troublesome Words. Close by I have a Lynn Truss book and the Oxford English Dictionary. GEEK! In my defence: I am doing some editing work at the moment. Oh, and I wasn't sure if the first sentence is a sentence ... As it contains no verb ... But I was feeling lazy and figured it'd do.

*Or in the comments here, perhaps

scratch 'n' sniff

Those crazy people at Munki Munki apparently believe that the way to a man's heart is through his nostrils ... Via your underwear. Yup, welcome to the bizarre world of scratch 'n' sniff undies. My favourite has got to be the one above: 'every girl loves a man who can grill' - and the man who can grill will be lured by her, erm, tangy BBQ scent. Lovely!

sounds like summer

Err, what in God's name is the ice cream van doing outside my block of flats right now? Is it not the middle of winter? Is it not a chilly 5 degrees out there? Does anyone really buy ice cream and lollies in the winter?!

Or maybe it's a front for a coke dealer ... We had one of those in the rough part of town when I was growing up. Twenty quid cone with a secret kick to keep ya dancing all night long.

it all adds up (part 1)

As regular readers will know, I joined a gym 2 and a half weeks ago. The initial excitement (sauna! steam room! jacuzzi! towel service!) has since worn off and the poor person in me is demanding to know if it's all worth it. So I jumped on the scales this morning and found that, no, not a budge. Two and a half weeks of pain and not even a tease of weight loss. This seems a little unfair, given the amount of exercise I am now doing. In a typical week I:

- cycle 55 kms (at breakneck speeds through 'heavy' London traffic - when is London traffic ever 'light'?);
- do 2 hrs 15 minutes cardio (running, more bloody cycling and eliptical-ing);
- spend around an hour and a half lifting weights and contorting my body with painful effect.

I also haven't eaten chocolate since 31st December 2004.
WHERE IS THE JUSTICE???!

One of the gym instructors asked how my 'goals' were going (the first is lose 4 pounds over the first month). I said not so good - the scale wasn't budging. He said that he finds that scales aren't really that useful - better to see how my waist measurement is improving. I didn't have the heart to tell him that my seemingly expanding waistline was my reason for mounting the scales in the first place ...

current obsessions

A rare and momentous internet-free evening

Arghh! The internet! It is taking over my life! Thanks to Marco, top of my current web-flavoured obsessions is Audioscrobbler. Yes, that's scrobbler, not scribbler. It promises to give me a radio station full of things I like (yes, I know they all do, but I am ever the optimist) and it enables me to show off my fabulous music collection to the world (streaming from iTunes). Bliss.

Next up is 43 Things. Absolutely useless in every way. You make a list of 43 things you'd like to accomplish and you can comment on these things. And on other people's things. And play show/tell if you've already done some things. As I said, completely useless. But kinda fun anyway.

Flickr. But you know that already. That's probably thanks to Life of Reilly, or M.C. Glammer.

Finally, the least interesting (in my humble opinion) but arguably also the only one with any kind of practical application: del.icio.us. Tagging system. Yawn. But still good enough to waste entire afternoons on.

So there you go: that's what I do instead of see movies / go to gigs / make friends / work / study.

my funny valentine

Found in my parents' local paper, the 'Blackmore Vale Magazine', during my trip home to Dorset last weekend.



In case you can't read it, it says: "Valentines Day 14th Feb - Don't forget your valentine - Treat them to a bag of potatoes - And you will be in love forever xxxx - Potatoes £5 a bag - Marfona"

Happy Valentine's Day y'all!

the joy of stars

Found here.

#244321 +(7892)- [X]
:Cthon98: hey, if you type in your pw, it will show as stars
:Cthon98: ********* see!
:AzureDiamond: hunter2
:AzureDiamond: doesnt look like stars to me
:Cthon98: :AzureDiamond: *******
:Cthon98: thats what I see
:AzureDiamond: oh, really?
:Cthon98: Absolutely
:AzureDiamond: you can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2
:AzureDiamond: haha, does that look funny to you?
:Cthon98: lol, yes. See, when YOU type hunter2, it shows to us as *******
:AzureDiamond: thats neat, I didnt know IRC did that
:Cthon98: yep, no matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******
:AzureDiamond: awesome!
:AzureDiamond: wait, how do you know my pw?
:Cthon98: er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause its your pw
:AzureDiamond: oh, ok.

boys, boys, boys

Half of 'the boys' ... And no, the bf isn't in that shot ;P

I am exhausted again. And sick. And so damn busy at the moment. Anyway, there go my excuses. Back to posting ... It's been an odd mix of a week. Was honorary g-friend on a great Boys' Night Out (the best night out in a long while it must be added). It was so good not to talk relationships/dieting/frocks and just goof around and eat (and man, do I like it when I'm the comparatively 'dainty' eater - a RARE treat). Slightly disappointing to find out that *extreme sports* and *strip clubs* do not feature in the average Boys' Night Out though ...

On a not so 'boys, boys, boys' note: I did some student recruitment work on Wednesday evening and met some less delightful 'boys'. One of whom told my colleague that my university's acronym stands for the School of Oral and Anal Sex. He then stood over me for 10 minutes and, looking down my top the entire time, attempted to explain why 'all African men' find me attractive. Ew.

"it's strange ...

... that the favourite drink of homeless people is called Tenants..." Indeed. Thanks to Banksy for that one.

reality tv too far?

Oh, the wonders of the internet. This time: a Tennessee detention facility. You can even leave 'em a message in their guest book ...

by popular demand

Howdy folks! I'm sorry about the unannounced vacation from my blog (truth be told, had I known it was gonna be for so long there would've been some kind of announcement). Anyway, I believe I'm back, thanks in part to the 'popular demand' (as expressed by Richard & Grant - cheers guys).

Tomorrow, I hope, will see a return to form ... but for now let me tell you where I've been. Well, right here in fact. But suffering from EXHAUSTION. I did a stupid thing last Monday and joined a beautiful but scandalously expensive gym and have spent the best part of the week killing myself there. I don't want to go the way of Richard and Maurice. By the way, why is the first trip so fun (I had never been to a gym, not once before in my whole 26 years) and any consequent visits so terrible?

I never thought you could be too tired to blog. But oh, you so can. Welcome to the real world, Kate, of pain and exhaustion and sweat.