Monday, 26 May 2008

Can you spot a fake smile?

Humans are not very good at spotting a fake smile. This may be because it's easier to deal with not knowing what everyone else is thinking. I got 14/20 on this test so be careful the next time you want to fake that smile at me :)

Linked from new new favourite blogger, Ines

Monday, 19 May 2008

Chocolate Coat Everything

Today I had a sick day after discovering the hard way that I am sensitive to local anesthetic. The whole thing was very Pulp Fiction with injections, adrenaline and shaking. No dancing, unfortunately. As you do in recovery, I decided to coat stuff in chocolate. Here is how that went...

The ingredients

A double boiler

Bits of chocolate

I'm melting! I'm melting!

Grease proof paper to put the chocolate coated things on

Nicely melted milk chocolate

Dip the fruit in chocolate

The haul

Eat now

A 4WD Showdown

While waiting at a Commonwealth Bank ATM on Clarence Street in the city, I witnessed a soccer mum back in to and then rip off the bumper of an innocently parked car. It was one 4WD attacking another so I didn't care too much. The petrol guzzlers deserve each other.

Monday, 5 May 2008

Don't blame it on the sunshine

Giles + I spent a pretty awesome weekend on the Gold Coast for the TorchWood annual away day - TW Australia Team Hug. We left Sydney on Friday at lunch time and returned on Sunday evening. In between, we had drinks and canapes on Friday evening with ThoughtWorkers from all over the country and some international guests streaming in. I met some cool people who I've only dreamt of meeting and met a few who might be worth avoiding.

See lots of pictures here!

On Saturday, I spent most of the day in a small room listening to my colleagues rant at me, at the conference. It was kind of like a normal work day but with less typing :) G spent the day drinking, eating and hanging by the pool with the partners (behind every great tw'er is a far more interesting partner but I never said that). Saturday night was spent at Dream World which was open only to us and those poor suckers locked in the Big Brother house. There were rides, food, awards for me being loud and well known and lots of dancing. There was even a strange groupie moment with Darci and I but let's not spread that one.

The night only went insane after that - lines of vodka shots; graduates lit on fire; eviction from hotel rooms after some very good cupboard hiding; and many more things that must remain as internal news only.

Did I drink the kool-aid? Not totally but I do like the cult members a lot more after hanging out with them. Don't blame it on the sunshine, don't blame it on the moonlight, blame it on the boogie.

On the bus about to leave for Sydney airport and the Gold Coast

The Chairman and the Chicken

Wait to register

Serious guys at the morning retro

Darci Potter and her friends



Giles on one of the many bridges at the resort

Relaxing by the pool

Relaxing and waiting for the bus... come on, there had to be a self-portrait!