sing stars

Played with sing star last night. God it's fun.
And had a spa. Bubbling boiling steamy spa and went into the icy swimming pool to get the major tingles.

Latest popbitch snippet:
A man in Tokyo was been hurling acid on the arses of women wearing jeans because he said "It really turned me on to see a butt in a pair of jeans." Charming.

Made a discovery yesterday - National e-cards
what a sweet way to be annoying
and yucky Dan Carter screen savers and desktops

That's my new dress from ANdREA MOORE in Merivale Mall.

Au revoir charmants

die bunny die

kia ora

Had a hankering for "Bunny Suicides" and discovered (unsurprisingly) that someone with a cavalier disregard of copyright has put a fair few on a site. And a more official one by creator Andy Riley.

Chairman Mao

Kia ora koutou

Haven't been very "bloggy" lately, too many things and dramas on the boil. But in the interests of my manifesto of keeping it lite, I won't go there.

When I was uni student, I nabbed my Dad's copy of the iconic "little red book". So am now reading Mao by Jung Chang and Jon Halliday. It is certainly not one of those lofty, impartial biographies - they are constantly making digs and petty insults. So far I have found these interesting factoids:

• Mao didn't wash for 25 + years
• He had loads of wives, and chicks, and would cavort with them on a rather unsavoury looking camp stretcher covered in books
• Was obsessed with his digestive system and bowels
• He loved Mum, hated Dad (naturlich)

Spent yesterday on tour with the waiata group, singing our butts off in honour of Te Wiki o Te Maori. Did a tribute to "The Sound of Music" at Spreydon and Sockburn, singing on the stairs.

Sideways rain

Walked my pedo to work even though pissling down, woolly hat etc. The poor little thing has been in the wars. It has been skittering all over the floor at the gym since it is only hanging by a belt clip. Worse, it fell in the oven when I was leaning over to pull out oven tray. A little melty, but my reflexes were quick so it lives to fight another day.

Was reminded of a beautiful song the other day "Song to the Siren" - This Mortal Coil. Liz Fraser from Cocteau Twins sings it.

Playing haiku with Sar. They are surprisingly hard to write.
Mine is:
No more to believe
I was nothing but a thing
No trust so no love

Loving The Bomb: A Life. It is all there - splitting the atom, Manhattan Project, scientists irradiating themselves, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Bikini Atoll, Marshall Islands, setting off bombs and frying poor Japanese fishermen who happened to be in wrong place at wrong time. One soldier told how they were near the bomb blast and could see the bones of their hand a la an x ray from the flash. Another story told how some cows had the hair scorched off their back and when it grew back it was colourless.

On that salutary note ...

Servalan

Last night was an odd one. We had a fabulous feast of hot pizzas from Hell Pizza, talked, and I got a text about buses and London and me (Tim nice but dim) thought it was about the first episode of the new Dr Who. But as I got home, my cellphone was going bananas and landline was ringing too. Bombs in London. Texted London buddies and all ok thank God.

Today at work have been creating something slightly out of my range of knowledge and looked at the fantastico BBC site for ideas. And by the by came across a Blake's Seven page. All hail Servalan.
Actually I always had a thing for Avon (Paul Darrow) and his saturnine features and equally dark wit. And cor look at this!


Other BBC standouts:

• Day of the Triffids - featuring John Duttine (also John in "Jesus of Nazareth") - lovely dark eyes and a fetching beard
  
• And poor sweet Bob Peck in Edge of Darkness

Dancing Day - a tribute to Les Mills

I love Les! Wednesday is officially dancing day - BodyJam but it won't be easy since I did the double Boxing and Weights
(BodyCombat and BodyPump) and have been well lazy for the last few weeks. Cam the instructor at Pump always pleads with me to stay for his class after boxing, this week it worked (even tho he squirted me with water).

I have got a pedometer attached, after bidding wars on TradeMe they turned up at Warehouse for $15. 10,000 steps a day is recommended.

Fitness goals:

• Back into Les - boxing, dancing, yoga, etc etc
  
• Splits crusade - needs to be amped up
  
• Full press ups
  
• Sit ups
  
• Walk to work