Monthly Archives: August 2012

Status Report: 7 down, 23 to go!

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Status Report: 7 down, 23 to go!

Maybe I’ve just got a case of the Fridays… but I’m really itching to tick off another challenge. There are 52 weeks in a year and we’re already 9 weeks and only 7 challenges down. I’ve got some decent momentum going but I’m really going to have to lift my game if I’m to get them all done by 1 July 2013. So far in the past 2 months I have:

To keep up the momentum, I already have some other activities planned…

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If I should die before I wake…

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If I should die before I wake…

It was my future sister-in-law, Ally, who suggested the list item ‘Go wakeboarding’ (and since I’m still in the stage where I have to try and impress Andy’s family, I probably need to go along with it!)

To be fair, Ally did give me the alternative of eating a fish eyeball, but as scared as I am about nailing myself out there, I think I’d still prefer to eat dirt than eye-sushi.

Making it a sisterly trifecta, my sister Claire and her man were generous enough to give Andy and I a ‘Wakeboarding on the Hawkesbury’ voucher as an engagement present! (Now we really have to do it). A unique engagement gift to be sure!

The great thing about the ‘Top 30 list’ is that it has opened me up to so many new experiences. To be honest, I had never really considered wakeboarding and, had I not asked Ally for a suggestion for the list, I probably never would have. Instead I would have gone to my grave in a far less arially-artistic fashion. This way I at least get to go up before I go down.

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Blame Canada!

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Blame Canada!

Item number 20 on my ‘Top 30 things to try before I’m 30’ list is to “Share one last weekend with the Canada girls in your twenties”, as submitted by all-time World Champion Roomie, Sarah.

It will surprise few to know that I met Sarah in… Canada! On a semester’s exchange to Carleton University in Ottawa. For those who are more familiar with the Great Southern Land of Australia than the Land of Maple Trees and Maple Syrup, Ottawa is the “Canberra” of the Northern Hemisphere. In other words, it is a desolate wasteland of political correctness, where the most exciting tourist attraction is Parliament Hill.

As they say, first impressions count, and my first impressions of Sarah had a lot to do with her bed.

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Movie Review: No 54. The Departed

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Movie Review: No 54. The Departed

Frank Costello: I smell a rat.

If you enjoy senseless violence, then ‘The Departed’ will be right up your (darkened) alley. The film provides a unique twist on the tired “good cop/bad cop” routine. In this case, the “good cop” is undercover as a bad guy while the “bad cop” is undercover as one of the good guys. GENIUS. Drama ensues. Shots are fired. Blood is shed. You know, my usual weekday night these days.

I’m trying not to hold the fact that IT IS YET ANOTHER GANGSTER MOVIE against this film. Frankly, its main redeeming feature is the endearing way Bostonites say the word “Depahted”. Makes we wanna go watch Good Will Hunting again and reminisce about the good old days when Matt Damon’s characters had more than two dimensions. Unfortunately this brief glimmer of hope is immediately destroyed when the same Bostonites refer to a croissant as a “French Donut”.

These gangster films are really starting to take their toll. I’m pretty sure my neighbours think there is a violent domestic going on in our flat at least twice a week. The walls are pretty thin so I wouldn’t be surprised if the police turn up at our doorstep due to reports of “constant gunfire and screaming”. I’d like to say they’d find no evidence of it, but I’m sure pretty soon I’ll so sick of the gangster films that I’ll do something drastic. Screaming and bloodshed do not seem out of the question.

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Guest Post: “Maybe we have caught onto something good here…”

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Guest Post: “Maybe we have caught onto something good here…”

By Patricia T.

The small innerwest suburb of Dulwich Hill is best known for its concreted front gardens, abundance of gargoyles and feverishly holding on to the title of “a suburb just in the innerwest”. It’s the kind of place where you might expect Greek gyros and dolmades as your dinner fare. That’s what makes Amanda’s bucket list item of preparing a McDonalds quality menu for her childhood friends Denise and Pat an almost ethnic eating experience, for Dulwich Hill anyway.

The attention to detail was the first thing that impressed me. From the doorbell to number 13 an iridescent red and yellow, the yellow “M” on the door, to authentic McDonalds’ condiments arranged in child friendly bowls (nice touch), I felt that Amanda’s newly renovated home had transformed into a bona fide McDonalds Restaurant. So far, so good.

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Movie Review: No 28. The Usual Suspects

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Movie Review: No 28. The Usual Suspects

Verbal Kint: The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

The ‘Usual Suspects’ falls into line appropriately with the cavalcade of gangster films in the imdb Top 100. I’ve seen more gangster films than any other genre so far and there are yet more to come! ‘Taxi Driver’, ‘Reservoir Dogs’, ‘LA Confidential’, ‘Pulp Fiction’… the list goes on and on and on!

Those gangsters are definitely up to something… and I know exaclty who’s behind it all…

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Movie Review: No 70. The Prestige

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Movie Review: No 70. The Prestige

Why have I not yet seen ‘The Prestige’?! I’d say it’s probably because the movie poster is not emblazoned with the following message:

“DAVID BOWIE IS IN THIS MOVIE!!!”

Sure, he’s a little too old for white tights these days, but he’s still more of a drawcard than Christian Bale AND Hugh Jackman put together. Hugh Jackman could be tapdancing on Christian Bale’s back while he’s doing one-handed push-ups and I would still choose David Bowie. That’s just how I roll. That’s because it’s not about out-handsoming each other, it’s about swag, and David Bowie’s got it in spades.

NOW… back to the movie…

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Several animals were harmed in the making of this post

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Several animals were harmed in the making of this post

This post is not going to be very PC. If you’re an animal lover, consider yourself warned.

The thing is, I don’t like animals. I know it’s not cool to say that out loud in public, but then again I’ve never been the coolest kid on the block (I say things like “coolest kid on the block”, for example).

I don’t mean “I don’t like animals” in the sense that they scare me (as if I don’t want to pat a dog because I’m morbidly afraid it will bite me)… I just don’t feel anything for them. I don’t hate them though, hate is far too strong an emotion. It’s really ambivalence in its purest form.

What I’m trying to say is… I will pat your dog… but only so you don’t think I’m a sociopath.

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Songs to wheeze to: My exercise playlist

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Songs to wheeze to: My exercise playlist

One thing I’m finding as I (figuratively) race towards that half-marathon finish line is that music really helps to get my motor runnin’.

Initially, when I started training for the half marathon (kindly added to the list by my little brother, Dane), I went without the old iPod. The only sounds that could be heard were the slapping of my feet against the footpath and the wheezing gasps for air as I hit each hill. Sometimes I even managed to cough out a brief “Kill me.” to Andy, but apart from that it was basically silent.

I’ve never been a huge music fan (my friends will tell you I’ve pulled out of more concerts than Nicki Minaj) but it definitely helps to make a long run seem shorter and a wheeze fade into a quiet huff and/or puff.

I have a separate playlist, cleverly entitled ‘Exercise songs’, which I now take with me each time we run. Since I’m usually too puffed to say much to Andy anyway, it’s not really as anti-social as it sounds.

I know a few of you have exercise goals of your own so I thought I’d share some of my favourites from the playlist – perhaps they’ll come in handy to you too?

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Ahh push it. Puh-push it real good.

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Ahh push it. Puh-push it real good.

It may seem like a very simple task to accomplish, but ever since my friend Dom suggested the Top 30 list item “Be pushed on a swing”, I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect swing. Not just any swing will do. I’ve encountered plenty of bad swings in my 29 years: Swings that pinch, swings that teeter, swings that are form-fitted to the bum of a newborn infant and therefore not capable of holding any more than one butt cheek at a time…

No. I couldn’t just use any old swing. I needed to find THE swing.

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