Thursday, March 31, 2011

New York, New York

It's no secret that I love New York so much that I want to have its babies. Between unlimited access to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, getting rush tickets to Broadway shows, and Manhattan having a grid system (I'm a Melbourne girl, and therefore a sucker for a city with a grid system!), it's pretty much my favourite place ever.

So when I saw this for sale in the shop at work, I knew I needed it to decorate my bedroom wall:

It was a whopping $7, and is technically wrapping paper. But I reckon you could put it in a frame and have it look pretty amazing. Course, I currently have it Blu-tacked to the wall, because we're not allowed to put nails in the walls. But one of these days, I'll be somewhere that has nails in the walls, and then WHOOO BOY, this sucker will be in a frame SO fast!

Sorry. This post is kind of lame. But I've got a cold, and I've been doing install all week. Basically, I can't brain today. I have the dumb... I'll try and be less boring once my brain is a) not full of snot and b) capable of constructing thoughts that relate to something other than colonial history and whether objects need to be moved two inches to the left...

K xx

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Challenge recipe 9: Vegetarian paella

That's right kids - it's time for another challenge recipe! This time, it's vegetarian paella. Here's the book:

And here's what you'll need:

Start by pouring 2 cups of vegetable stock and 3 cups of water into a saucepan:

Heat until boiling. Meanwhile, dice an onion. It was meant to be a red onion, but I didn't register that part when I wrote down the ingredients:

Dice a red capsicum:

And two tomatoes, with the seeds and cores removed:

Add the veggies to a large frying pan, along with some olive oil and 2 crushed cloves of garlic:

Then add in 1/4 teaspoon of turmeric:

And 2 teaspoons of sweet smoked paprika:

Stir it all around and cook until the vegetables have softened. Then add in 1 3/4 cups of arborio rice:

Pour in the stock/water mixture and reheat until boiling:

Reduce to a simmer and leave it for 20 minutes or until the rice is ALMOST cooked through. Then sprinkle 1 cup of frozen peas and 100g of frozen baby beans over the top:

Cover the frying pan (and it's kind of helpful if it has a lid. Mine didn't, so I used tin foil...) and keep on the heat for another five minutes. Then remove it from the heat and let it rest for another five minutes before removing the tin foil/lid.

Stir it all together, and serve:

And, if you like that sort of thing, sprinkle sliced black olives and flat leaf parsley over the top.

The verdict? It's pretty damned good. It's got a *little* too much of the smoke flavour for my liking, so if I make it again, I'll probably decrease the amount of smoked paprika. But it's pretty quick and easy. Once you've chopped the veggies, you can pretty much just let it do its own thing, which definitely makes it my kind of meal! And it's really filling.

If I make it again, I'll probably mix up the veggies a bit. I'm not a huge fan of beans, so I might replace those with snow peas or something. And I might use cherry tomatoes to save on the scraping the guts out of the tomatoes part, which always frustrates me. If I do make these changes, I'll let you know how they go!

(Or, you know, you guys could do it or me and let me know how it goes??)

K xx

Sunday, March 27, 2011

It's official - my brain is on drugs

Seriously, y'all. I don't know what the hell my brain is smoking, but in the past year, it's been throwing out the strangest dreams EVER. There was the one where I had to save a bunch of puppies from being eaten by crocodiles. The one where I was playing baseball against Edward Cullen - in a supermarket. The one where a T-rex was rampaging through Woden eating bogans, and it had an animatronic velociraptor as a pet that was acting like a sheepdog and rounding up the bogans to be eaten. And the one where a friend had lost a hand in an industrial accident and wanted help selecting the most lifelike prosthesis.

But last night? Last night was by far the weirdest. It was my wedding day (which, for those of you who know me in real life, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA), and I was marrying Gene Hunt from Ashes to Ashes. This guy, for those of you who aren't familiar with the show:
Sex on legs, no? So, yeah, that was weird enough. But then we need to add in the fact that these two were my bridesmaids:
Yes, Catherine and Pippa Middleton. Sure, I went to primary school with them, but I've had no contact with either of them since 1994. And they were wearing really ugly pistachio (only slightly more olive) coloured dresses. We were running late, and couldn't get a taxi to get us to the venue. So someone from work gave us a lift. On her QUAD BIKE. And I didn't have a garment bag for my dress, so I was freaking out that it was going to get dirty. Speaking of my dress, it looked like this:

Aren't my Paint skills fantastic? I should totally sell my artwork for millions of dollars... Anyway, it was eggplant coloured silk. But the bits on the front were a combination of glittery crap and fake fur (the orange looked like a skinned Muppet). And the bottom bit was a layer of some kind of cheap, shiny navy blue crinkly fabric. Dream Kirsti took one look at it and went "Okay, what the FUCK was Past Kirsti drinking when she bought this thing??"

Anyway, we got to the venue (on the quad bike), and I headed inside to get changed. Only to find that the alterations place had scribbled a bunch of numbers across the neckline of my dress in permanent marker. Like THAT would make the dress worse! And then I remembered that I'd never gotten around to booking a hairdresser or buying fancy underwear, so I was going to have to walk down the aisle with my hair in a ponytail and wearing whatever knickers I'd grabbed from the cupboard that morning. Oh, and I hadn't shaved my legs, and I kept putting my shoes on only to find that I'd somehow put on my sneakers instead of my wedding shoes (which, weirdly given the colour of my dress, were white).

Then the best man came in. Who was the best man, you might ask? THIS DUDE:
Yep. Niles, the butler from The Nanny. Anyway, Niles came in to tell me that there weren't enough gift baskets for the guests. Apparently I'd decided that we needed to give ACTUAL baskets to all our guests, and they were filled with scones wrapped in tea towels. Quite what I thought our guests would do with these during the ceremony, I have no idea. Then my mum arrived, and proceeded to tell me that after the ceremony, I had to go to school with her and read a couple of books to the grade 1s.

Oh, and my engagement ring was a ruby stuck to a piece of tin foil wrapped around my finger. And throughout the whole thing, I knew I was making a massive mistake, but the Middletons wouldn't let me have my phone to call a taxi or whatever.

And then, THANK GOD, I woke up before I had to go through with marrying a character from a TV show in the ugliest dress in history. If anyone has even the faintest clue what the FUCK my brain is trying to tell me, could you let me know?

Dear Brain,
Please stop smoking crack when I'm not looking. Kthxbai.

Please tell you guys have whacked out dreams all the time too???

K xx

Saturday, March 26, 2011

What an epic shitfest...

Disclaimer: Okay, kids. If anyone has any plans to see Red Riding Hood, I recommend you turn away now. Cos I'm gonna give away the entire plot...

So last night, I went to my housemate's birthday drinks at a bar/restaurant in the city. Well...*I* would call it the city. According to Canberra, it's in a different suburb to the city, even though it's a five minute walk from the dead centre of town. Anynobodygivesashit, I drank a pint of pear cider in about 15 minutes on an empty stomach and had a very nutritious dinner of beer battered steak fries with tomato relish and sour cream, and bruschetta. What's that? Oh, my plan to lose 2 kilos by my birthday is going swimmingly, thanks for asking.

So after that very healthy dinner, I wandered into town to meet up with Laura for the movie. I'd pretty much abandoned all hope for the movie when I read that it was directed by Catherine Hardwicke of Twilight Twishite fame. And within the first 30 seconds of the movie, it was really obvious that she was behind it. Long sweeping panoramas of Twilight-esque forests (intersected with shots of random castles in an attempt to indicate that the setting was Germany. Although there were subsequent things that suggested to me that it was Scandinavia not Germany...) and music that was supposed to sound haunting. What I *wasn't* expecting was to see that this guy was one of the producers.
Seriously, Leo? I mean, you've done some epic shit in your time (Titanic for one, in my opinion), but associating yourself with this? Fail...

So the basic story is that Bella Valerie (Amanda Seyfried) is trapped in a love triangle. She's in love with the poor woodcutter, Jacob Peter (Shiloh Fernandez, who was actually on the short list for the role of Edward Cullen), and has been since she was a kid. But her parents want her to marry the rich blacksmith (apparently blacksmithing pays really well? I got nothing. But everyone keeps going on about how rich he is), Edward Henry (Max Irons, son of Jeremy), who not only looks like Edward Cullen, but appears to be wearing Edward Cullen's leftover contact lenses. See?

Their village is plagued by a werewolf, which for years has been kept placated by offerings of livestock every full moon. But one night, it kills Valerie's older sister. The men of the village hunt the wolf to its cave in the mountains, where Henry's father is killed. They return home with the head of the wolf on a pike, only to have evil beasties hunter Father Solomon (Gary Oldman) turn up and be all "Dudes, that's not a werewolf. That's just a regular wolf. And I'd totally know, cos my best friend is a werewolf and I'm an Animagus and spent every full moon for years making sure he didn't kill people wife turned out to be a werewolf and I had to kill her. See? Here's her hand in a box." (SERIOUSLY). He then explains that it's a dangerous time because there's a blood moon (aka Mars is between the sun and the earth, making the moon appear red.) And a blood moon is the only time the werewolf can create another wolf. At any other time, the bite is just a bite. But during the blood moon, if you get bitten, you're all kinds of fucked. Also, Father Solomon sports some seriously creepy silver fingernails (check out his third and fourth fingernails below) for the killing of werewolves:
Anyway, the villagers are all "Whatevs. We're holding a dance to celebrate killing the wolf." Peter tries to make Valerie jealous by dancing with one of her friends, so she grabs her friend and skanks up the dance floor in return. Then Peter and Henry get in a fight. Then Peter and Valerie almost bump uglies in the granary. Then the wolf arrives and goes batshit crazy, killing a bunch of people. Valerie and her Ginger BFF run from the wolf but then get cornered by it. The wolf can apparently speak to Valerie telepathically, and it's all "I know this village blows. Come away with me and I'll spare everyone." She's all "WTF, dude. You're a TALKING WOLF. Ooooh, and you have BROWN EYES. CLUE!!!!"

Anyway, the wolf eventually leaves when some of Sirius Black Father Solomon's soldiers turn up and Valerie's all "Ginger BFF, please don't tell people I could talk to the wolf, they'll think I'm a witch.", and the Ginger BFF is all "No worries, dawg, I got your back!" Until Father Solomon decides to torture her brother, who's got some kind of a developmental disorder, by locking him in a giant metal elephant and lighting a fire under it. Then the Ginger BFF is all "Release my brother and I'll give you the name of a witch", and Valerie gets clapped in irons. Oh, and she also discovers that EVERYONE IN THE FUCKING VILLAGE EXCEPT HER HAS BROWN EYES. Yeah...

At some point in there, her grandmother (Julie Christie), who lives in the woods outside the village, has dreadlocks and totally looks like she's escaped from a hippy commune in California presents her with a red cloak (which, as always, makes no sense to me because in medieval times, only prostitutes wore red - "Here, dear. Isn't it pretty? It'll make you look like a whore") as an early wedding present. Here's Hippy Granny:
Father Solomon, who's already proved himself to be batshit crazy by the carrying around of his dead wife's hand, the torture of the Ginger BFF's brother and the fact that he killed one of his own soldiers after he got bitten by the wolf, decides that he's going to set a trap. So he chains her to the sacrificial altar wearing a metal mask shaped like a pig head. I have no idea why. Her incredibly boring love interests band together to free her by setting fire to a whole lot of stuff and using the smoke as a cover. But Father Solomon busts them. Peter gets himself locked in the giant metal elephant, and Henry gets an arrow in the shoulder while he and Valerie are running for the safety of the church. Cos werewolves can't step on consecrated ground, apparently.

Blah blah, the wolf turns up and kills more people. The wolf also bites off Gary Oldman's hand and one of his own soldiers is all "Ha ha, you got bitten by the wolf. Time to die, douchebag." (I totally expected him to skip around singing "I killed Sirius Black" when he did) The wolf tries to get to Valerie by stepping onto consecrated ground and burns his paw before running off cos the sun's rising. So now she's on the look out for someone with a burnt hand. Then she has a dream with the whole "Grandmother, what big teeth you have" thing in it, and runs off to her grandmother's house because *clearly* that means her grandmother's in danger. On the way there, she runs into Peter, who's been missing since the second wolf attack. He's got a glove on and asks her to run away with him, and she's all "OMG, YOU'RE THE WOLF" and stabs him.

She gets to her grandmother's house, and her dad (played by Billy Burke of Twishite fame) is there. He's all "Oh, hey, kid. I'm the werewolf and I killed your grandma. And your sister. And half the village. Whoops!" He then does the stereotypical explain-my-motives thing that movie villains ALWAYS do. This gives Peter (stab wound and all) enough time to turn up and threaten him with an axe. Cos he's a woodcutter, so he carries an axe everywhere. Of course... Sheriff Swan Whatshisname attacks Peter, until Valerie's all "Hey, dad. I've got a present for you" and is standing by the door all innocent like, holding her basket. This gives Peter a chance to THROW HIS AXE INTO THE DAD'S BACK. At which point Valerie pulls GARY OLDMAN'S SEVERED HAND OUT OF HER BASKET and stabs her dad with the hand's creepy silver fingernails.

But of course, that can't possibly be the end. No, no. The dad somehow bit Peter, so now he's going to be a werewolf. But instead of killing himself to protect the village from the curse, he's all "I'm going to go away for a while until I can control myself." and she's all "I'll wait for you." They cut the dad open and fill his body with rocks (which, ew) and dump it into the river. Peter leaves and Valerie moves into her grandmother's creepy house in the woods to wait for him to come back. And Henry decides to take over Gary Oldman's kill-the-evil-beasties squad. Cos you can TOTALLY trust guys who've shot you with a crossbow...

Ahem. So obviously, the plot is a trainwreck. And the script is awful. Cheesy lines abound throughout, and on several occasions, I went "OH COME ON!!" at the screen. It snows constantly, and yet Valerie wanders around in a thin cotton dress, occasionally with short sleeves. Unfortunately for you, this was the only picture of her wearing short sleeves that I could find:
(This is the beginning of the aforementioned almost-bumping-uglies-in-the-granary scene.) Max Irons really does look like he's wearing Edward Cullen's leftover contact lenses, and he acts about as well as Robert Pattinson. Shiloh Fernandez has a permanent sneer on his face:

The acting (with a couple of exceptions) was wooden. The final reveal on who the wolf is was anticlimactic because they'd done so many red herrings with so many different characters (except that one) that I was sick of the whole thing. And the CGI for the wolf is pretty terrible. The only redeeming feature was, as always, Gary Oldman, who's not afraid to go "You know what? This is a piece of shit. But I'm gonna embrace the fact that it's really awful and just roll with it!" Basically, I spent most of the movie wishing that the wolf would eat the three main characters to save me from the torment. There were several moments where half the audience laughed and then simultaneously realised that they were serious. (Or Sirius, depending who was on screen...) Plus, I never really understood why the entire population of the village didn't just go "Okay, I'm sick of losing all my best livestock to a wolf. Let's get the hell out of this dump." They had a budget (apparently) of $42,000,000. God only knows where it went...

I know some people liked it. There are a bunch of reviews on IMDb and Rotten Tomatoes going "I don't get why people think it's rubbish, I thought it was AMAZEBALLS". But I've got no fucking clue what movie they were watching. I give it 2/10. And one of those is because of Gary Oldman... Basically (at the end of this thesis length post)? Save your money and rent it when it's a weekly release...

K xx

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Melbourne shopping > Canberra shopping

So remember the other day when I said that I have absolutely nothing in my entire wardrobe? Yeah, I got the chance to rectify that situation on Friday night. Thank GOD! Last time I went shopping in Canberra, everything was beige. Or bone. Or cream. Or a stupidly pale pink. Or some other boring 'colour' that washes me out.

But in Melbourne? There were clothes that were actual COLOURS. Sure, I forked out $550, but I got 4 tops (three in shades of blue, one black), a jumper (red), a cardigan (blue), a pair of cords and two pairs of shoes. One pair of boring black flats, and these:
Hello, lovers.

It's IMPOSSIBLE to get nice shoes in Canberra. The number of shoe shops that have closed down at the Canberra Centre since I moved here is ridiculous.

Once again, I wasn't in the garden. I just wanted decent light.

So when I found these in Melbourne, I jumped on them. Almost literally. It went something like this:

Me: Oooooooooooooh, look at the pretty...
Mum: But you need black flats for work.
Me: But...but...the PRETTY...
Mum: They're not black flats.
Me: [grabs a pair of black flats] Fine. I'm trying them both...
Mum: *rolls eyes*

They're from Wittner. And I plan on wearing them pretty much everywhere ever.

So, one trip to Donny Shoppo Land (aka Westfield Doncaster), an hour and a half, and a rather exhausted credit card later, I can safely announce something that I already knew: shopping in Melbourne is ALWAYS better than shopping in Canberra!

K xx

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

It's a nice day for a white wedding

And it was - Sunday turned out to not be cloudy with showers as predicted earlier in the week, but sunny and warm. I'm not sure the groomsmen appreciated the "warm" part, considering they had to stand around at the altar for 20 minutes before the ceremony even started, but the rest of us sure did!

Anyway, to start at the beginning, I went out to the venue for a little "here's where you stand when" session on Saturday morning - the rehearsal was Thursday night, and I didn't get to Melbourne until Friday lunchtime. That was all pretty straight forward, although I wasn't particularly thrilled to learn that I was the first one to walk down the aisle - it caused me some degree of stress relating to how fast to walk and exactly how far over I needed to stand... Then Saturday afternoon, we went for mani-pedis. I begged and grovelled for them to please not touch my cuticles, which they seemed very perplexed by. The woman kept stopping in between every step and going "NO cuticles??" with a really confused look on her face.

Here are the nails:

Oh, and I neglected to wear thongs/flip-flips/jandals (I think that covers all possible confused readerships?), which meant I was given a pair of these to go home in so as not to ruin my freshly painted toenails:
The carpet they're on is dark green. That's how bright they are...
Classy, no?

The ceremony wasn't until 4.30 on Sunday afternoon, but I was up and at 'em ("Up and at them" "No! 'Up and atom!'" Aaah, The Simpsons. Always applicable...) by 7.30. We started the day with croissants and fruit before the hair and make up side of things kicked in at 11.00. That finished just in time for me to lace Em into her dress before the photographer arrived at 2.00. Then it was a whole lot of having photos taken in every possible permutation of bridesmaids before the car arrived at 3.15.
Yes, that's a stretched Rolls Royce

Then it was a 45 minute drive out to the Dandenongs (and let me tell you, riding backwards in a limo in the Dandenongs is not especially fun...) to the reception centre. The ceremony was gorgeous (apparently I walked down the aisle rather faster than was necessary, but oh well!) - Matt teared up during his vows, which made all the groomsmen cry, which made all the bridesmaids cry... The only downside was that I was standing on grass and my heels kept sinking, so I was slightly terrified that I'd suddenly pitch over backwards! But thankfully, I escaped unscathed, and the ceremony went off without a hitch (besides the celebrant calling me Kristy.............).
Obligatory photo of me in my dress

After the ceremony, it was a world of photo taking. The photographer made Em and Matt stand still, while the rest of us had to run around them in circles. It was FAR to strenuous an activity to do in 6cm heels. Especially when the running was followed by shots where we had to jump in the air, Toyota advertisement style...

The reception seemed to go very quickly, and I didn't cry or throw up during my speech - definitely a plus I think! The food was really nice, and it finished up with a dessert buffet. Total genius. Mini desserts = getting to try one of everything. And not feeling guilty about trying one of everything!
Mmmm... Lemon tart, chocolate tart and berry ice cream

Then it was all over - I avoided the bouquet toss (sorry Em, I know you're probably disappointed in me!), and didn't put my piece of wedding cake under my pillow (seriously, who came up with that tradition??). So, congratulations to my beautiful, wonderful friends Em and Matt - I love you to death and you deserve every happiness that life has to offer!

K xx

Thursday, March 17, 2011

All my bags are packed...

Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But I have actually STARTED packing, which is better than I usually do! This weekend is probably going to be crazy stressful. But it's also going to be pretty damned exciting. Because Sunday is Em and Matt's wedding! I'm flying to Melbourne at lunchtime tomorrow. Then tomorrow afternoon, I have a Skype date with the lovely Kat. Amongst other things, we're going to try and nail down some plans for our trip to the US in September!!

First thing Saturday morning, I'm heading out to the reception venue with Em so that I at least have some *vague* idea of what'll be happening on Sunday (yes, there's a rehearsal. But it's tonight and I'm still in the 'berra). Then Saturday afternoon is apparently mani-pedi time. I'm slightly scared of that bit because I haaaaaaate having my cuticles pushed back and don't like strange people touching me. But I'm sure it'll be okay (she says, hopefully).

Sunday is the wedding. I have to make a speech. In front of 120 people... o.O Thankfully, it's less than two minutes of speaking in public, and I don't have to speak first or last, so there's *slightly* less for me to stress about!

Monday features a post-wedding lunch, and a Skype date with Sara who's FINALLY arriving home in the UK after two months travelling through Asia *is jealous* And then Tuesday is flying back to Canberra again.

I'm also desperately hoping to fit in a wee spot of shopping. Because SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, I have absolutely nothing in my wardrobe. And when I say that, I mean that my choice of work clothes consists of two pairs of trousers, two pairs of jeans, three shirts, three tops and two summer dresses. And my non-work clothes consist of the above plus five very nerdy t-shirts. And when it comes to shopping, Canberra is like living in a small country town. So I'm very much hoping that while I'm in the big smoke, I can find a couple of things to at least make me stop feeling like I live in Groundhog Day...

Basically? Wish me luck. Because I have a feeling it's going to be a LONG (and awesome) weekend!

K xx

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Pet peeve, volume 2

Way back in October, I had a rant about how I hate people in Pump classes who can't count to four. And today, it's time for another exciting installation of "Things that make Kirsti feel stabby for no apparent reason". Today's addition to the list? People who lean their arms on the back of the seat in front of them on the bus. Don't ask me why it drives me insane, IT JUST DOES. Seriously, people. The bus affords each individual a fairly minute amount of space. So when you then invade my space by stretching your arms out over the back of the seat, it makes me want to scream.

The same goes to people who read a broadsheet newspaper on the bus. I read The Age, I understand the difficulties that go along with the broadsheet concept. But for the love of God, there are more polite ways to read it on the bus than opening the entire thing as wide as you can. Not only are you invading the personal space of the poor sucker sat next to you (and if it's newspaper reading o'clock on the bus, you can guarantee there's someone sitting next to you), but you hit the person in front of you (which frequently seems to be me) in the head with your damned paper!! It's very inconsiderate *glares*

K xx

Monday, March 14, 2011

Rickman palooza - the answers

For those of you who were interested, the answers are as follows:


Alice in Wonderland

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Sweeney Todd

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves

Die Hard

Sense and Sensibility

Love Actually

And the winner was Jamie, who emailed me about half an hour after I hit the 'publish post' button. He not only had all the answers correct, but also went above and beyond with the names of the characters Alan Rickman played in each. Jamie - you get to be the King of Londinium and wear a shiny hat. You're welcome ;) (Also? Bonus points to anyone else who gets that reference!)

K xx

PS. I watched Dogma this afternoon. Alan Rickman looks disturbingly like John Cusack in that movie... o.O

Sunday, March 13, 2011

150, baby!

Holy shit, y'all. This is my 150th post. One hundred and fifty posts of me wibbling on about nothing and generally making myself fat through baking too much. Anywhatsit, to celebrate me sticking with my little corner of the interweb, here's 150 things you never wanted to know about me! (I readily admit to stealing this idea from Rox and Lor's 100th post)

10 random facts about me
1. I wanted to be a librarian when I was a kid. I guess curator isn’t *that* far off!
2. I taught myself to read when I was four. Totally freaked Mum out.
3. I went to primary school with Prince William’s fiancée, Kate Middleton. Except back then, she was Catherine.
4. I can’t do long division. I went from doing long division in Grade 4 of Australian primary school to doing algebra in Form 3 in England, so I never learnt how. Also, that’s what calculators are for.
5. I think I’m taller than I actually am. It sometimes takes me years to realise if people are taller than me, especially if I always seem to see them when I’m wearing heels.
6. I spent most of my childhood overseas or interstate – 3.5 years in Toronto, 2 years in England, and a year each in Sydney and Brisbane.
7. My favourite subject at uni was “Pox, Plagues and Pestilence: The History of Medicine”. The lecturer used to tell us disgusting stories about living in Sierra Leone.
8. I tend to order the exact same dish every time I go to particular restaurants. I could probably tell you right now what I’d order at half a dozen restaurants in Melbourne, half a dozen restaurants in Canberra, a restaurant in Peru and a restaurant in Ecuador...
9. I’m pretty much the most indecisive person on the planet. If I can avoid making a decision, I’ll do it. Weirdly, this doesn’t seem to apply to showcase installation (thankfully)!
10. I worship at the altar of Joss Whedon, but still haven’t managed to see Dollhouse :(

10 movies I’ve seen so many times I basically know the scripts off by heart
1. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
2. Love Actually
3. The Princess Bride
4. Eurotrip
5. Bridget Jones’ Diary
6. Dirty Dancing
7. Sleepy Hollow
8. The Day After Tomorrow
9. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
10. 27 Dresses

My 10 favourite collecting institutions to visit
1. The British Museum, London
2. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York
3. The National Portrait Gallery, Canberra
4. Museo Nacional de Antropologia, Mexico City
5. Library of Congress,Washington DC
6. State Library of Victoria, Melbourne
7. The Smithsonian, Washington DC
8. The Natural History Museum, London
9. Musee D’Orsay, Paris
10. Shipwrecks Gallery, Western Australian Museum, Fremantle

My top 10 cancelled TV shows
1. Firefly *sigh*
2. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
3. Ashes to Ashes
4. That 70s Show
5. Two Guys and a Girl
6. Blackadder
7. Black Books
8. Reaper
9. Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog (okay, so it wasn’t really a TV show, more an internet sensation. But I maintain that it counts!)
10. Gavin & Stacey

10 places I want to visit
1. Jordan (specifically Petra)
2. Turkey
3. Egypt
4. Hawaii
5. New Zealand
6. New York (Okay, this is kind of cheating. I’ve been there twice, and I’m going again in September. But I love New York so much that I want to have its babies. And I hate children (see below), so this is a pretty big claim from me! )
7. Italy
8. Russia
9. Alaska
10. Ireland

My 10 favourite songs (at the moment)
1. Blue as Your Eyes – Scouting for Girls
2. Six at Best – Eddie Perfect
3. Fuck You – Cee Lo Green
4. Swing, Swing – The All-American Rejects
5. The Captain – Biffy Clyro
6. Love Drunk - Boys Like Girls
7. Bad Things – Jace Everett
8. Get Loose – The Salads
9. Dynamite – Taio Cruz
10. Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007: I. Prélude – Yo-Yo Ma

My 10 favourite recipes
1. Triple chocolate brownies
2. Gingerbread cake
3. Cheesecake brownies
4. Mixed berry and dark chocolate bread and butter pudding
5. Pizza dough
6. Tom kha gai
7. Yorkshire pudding
8. Chocolate fudge cake
9. Lamb and chickpea couscous salad
10. Spaghetti bolognaise

My top 10 current TV shows
1. Fringe
2. Grey’s Anatomy
3. Glee
4. True Blood
5. Supernatural
6. 30 Rock
7. Bones
8. Castle
9. How I Met Your Mother
10. Farmer Wants a Wife

10 books I couldn’t live without
1. Carpe Jugulum – Terry Pratchett
2. Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
3. Persuasion – Jane Austen
4. Notes from a Big Country – Bill Bryson
5. Bitten – Kelley Armstrong
6. Murder with Peacocks – Donna Andrews
7. Harry Potter – J.K. Rowling (Yes, I’m cheating. You can't honestly expect me to choose between them!)
8. One for the Money – Janet Evanovich
9. Temple – Matthew Reilly
10. The Lollipop Shoes – Joanne Harris

10 things I can’t stand
1. Seafood
2. Horses
3. Children (I make an exception for my niece, Little Miss A, because she likes pirates and baked goods and calls me The Macaroni and Cheese Queen)
4. Mushrooms
5. Butterflies and moths
6. People dressed up as cartoon characters (in the Disneyland sense)
7. Olives
8. Cyclists (seriously – are you a vehicle or a pedestrian?? You can’t be both, people!)
9. Talking on the phone
10. Speaking in public. I turn the colour of a beetroot when people look at me...

10 of my favourite quotes
1. “Be yourself. Unless you suck.” – Joss Whedon
2. “What a crazy, random happenstance!” – Billy, Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
3. “Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There’s no better rule.” – Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)
4. “Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign of a diseased mind.” – Terry Pratchett (Maskerade)
5. “A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination.” – Nelson Mandela
6. “Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.” – Mal Reynolds, Firefly
7. “Fuck you, I’m fabulous” – Joanna Harris (The Lollipop Shoes)
8. “To the well organised mind, death is but the next great adventure.” – Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
9. “There is no sin except stupidity.” – Oscar Wilde
10. “As you wish.” – Westley, The Princess Bride

10 things I love
1. Domino
2. Chocolate
3. Cheese
4. Strawberry daiquiris
5. Sourdough bread
6. My family and friends
7. Books
8. Macaroni and cheese
9. All of my bloggy readers!!
10. My SLR

10 somewhat embarrassing facts about me
1. I can tap dance
2. I have a crush on Rupert Grint after seeing Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1. I blame Daniel Radcliffe for being little and weedy and making Rupert Grint look EXTRA buff and tall and hot in comparison...
3. The smell of eggs and bacon makes me gag a little. Going out for breakfast with me is EXTRA fun...
4. I took my cousin to my year 12 formal because I couldn’t find a date
5. I own a “Team Eric” t-shirt
6. I got drunk on fondue when I was six, and didn’t drink again until my 24th birthday
7. I played clarinet in the pit orchestra for our high school production of Carousel
8. One of my favourite albums is Bat Out of Hell
9. I can’t drive. Not in an “I’m a bad driver” sense. In an “I’ve never learnt to drive” sense
10. I got chicken pox when I was seventeen. Two days before Christmas. When I went to see CHICKEN RUN. Yeah. That happened.

10 blogs that make me do a happy dance when I see a new post
1. The Bloggess
2. Late to the Party
3. Cake Wrecks
4. Sleep Talkin’ Man
5. Hyperbole and a Half
6. The Southified Masshole
7. Things I Want to Punch in the Face
8. Regretsy
9. Go Fug Yourself
10. The Oatmeal

10 pieces of eye candy to reward you for reading 150 posts worth of my wibble

1. Jake Gyllenhaal (honestly, is anyone surprised that my future husband is number 1?)

2. Jensen Ackles

3. Richard Armitage (as Mr. Thornton in North and South, obviously!)

4. Nathan Fillion (as Mal Reynolds in Firefly, obviously!)

5. TJ Thyne (who is most definitely NOT ginger, despite what my housemate D may have to say!)

6. Matthew Morrison (my favourite Sue Sylvester insult about Mr. Shue? "Spongehair Squarechin")

7. Ryan Reynolds

8. James Marsters (from the Buffy era, not now when he's playing a villain in the craptacular remake of Hawaii Five-O)

9. Joshua Jackson

10. Alexander Skarsgard

Here's to another 150 posts! Thanks for reading - I love you all :)

K xx
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