Friday, December 16, 2011


So, Christmas is coming. YAY! I love Christmas.

This song came out last year. It is written by the hilarious Tim Minchin, and this version performed by the fabulous Kate Miller-Heidke, I love it.

It was slammed as 'A sick joke' and 'not in the spirit of Christmas' by the Australian Christian Lobby. So I, therefore, as a Christian girl who is rational and has a sense of humour and understands that all sorts of people celebrate Christmas, absolutely love it. I think it exactly sums up the 'spirit of Christmas' for people who don't go in for the religious aspects. Because despite the common belief of Christians, Non-Christians are actually nice, caring people too who do look for meaning in things.

Enjoy. And Merry Christmas.

Monday, November 14, 2011

That last post wasn't really completely random, I promise...

So, the random post of song lyrics did serve something of a purpose, I promise.

See, the reason I haven't posted so much of the random self indulgent meanderings lately is because instead of putting them on the internet for all (or none...) to see, most of my self indulgent ranting is now done to a person. A person of male persuasion. Who is going to be my husband as of July the 7th.

So, apologies for the absence, and I promise I will try my darndest not to turn this into a wedding blog. But I thought you all deserved an explanation.

All This and Heaven Too

And the heart is hard to translate,
It has a language of it's own,
It talks and tongues and quiet sighs and prayers and proclamations,
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures,
In short shallow gasps.

But with all my education,
I can't seem to commend it,
And the words are all escaping me,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how,
I can't seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

And it talks to me in tiptoes,
And sings to me inside,
It cries out in the darkest night,
And breaks in morning light.

But with all my education,
I can't seem to commend it,
And the words are all escaping,
And coming back all damaged,
And I would put them back in poetry,
If I only knew how,
I can't seem to understand it,

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

And I would give all this and heaven too,
I would give it all if only for a moment,
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see,
'Cause I've been scrawling it forever,
But it never makes sense to me at all.

No, words are a language,
It doesn't deserve such treatment,
And all my stumbling phrases,
Never amounted to anything worth this feeling,
All this heaven,
Never could describe such a feeling as I'm having,
Words were never so useful,
So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before.

Florence + The Machine

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Getting my geek on.

Remember I said something about a blog post for a friend? And remember all the times I've called a certain girl called Sarah awesome?

The blog is hers, and the post can be found here

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Some randomness that made me giggle

I'm not even sure where this come from. Possibly GraphJam. Anyway. It made me laugh. And it will add to my blog tally. Click to read it properly.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Oh hai

You might be thinking I've fallen off the face of the earth. I haven't. I just sort of...keep forgetting to blog.

So I'm back in Australia, back at uni, and back to wishing my friends in all sorts of places lived closer. I am loving doing design, though, and have some thoughts about turning this blog into something more focused on design, but lets be honest, it will probably mostly turn into self indulgent meanderings. Because that's what blogs are for.

Also, keep your eyes peeled for a guest post on The Geeky Wives blog. No, there's no announcements you've missed, but Sarah The Geeky Wife asked me to write something, so despite only being geeky and not a wife, something will be there shortly. Shortly-ish. Once I write it. Hmm.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me

Usually, when you have a birthday, you don't feel any different. Nothing really has changed. It's the anniversary of the day you were born and we celebrate and eat cake, but really it's just an excuse to get presents and have a party.

It's weird, though. Today (or maybe yesterday, it's hard to tell with the timezones) I turned twenty five. I don't really feel different physically, but I do feel like things are different. I am no longer in my early twenties, for instance. I have to find and pay for my own private health insurance (well, technically anyway). Even though legally I've been an adult for seven years, I feel like now I might be supposed to act like one.

Which is largely rubbish, of course. My favourite people over twenty five don't act any differently than I do. But still, I think things are going to change. It might just be because I'm in a transitional place in life and things would be changing regardless of my age or it being my birthday. Still, I think exciting times are this space.

Or don't. Because honestly I'll probably forget to blog about it anyway.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Obligatory Post About the New Year

Yes, that's right. It's the first of January in 2011. We made it. Hurrah. Sure, our iPhones didn't wake us up this morning but for many people I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing.

There's always a buzz at this time of year about 'resolutions'. I don't like making New Years Resolutions because I know I will fail. You can shut up right now about my defeatist attitude, or planning to fail, or whatever rubbish you're thinking. We all know how spectacularly badly my 'book a week' challenge went, and that wasn't even a new years resolution.

I did, however, read something this morning that was an interesting take on the whole new years resolution thing. It was on the blog of Felicia Day, who is very cool. If you don't know who she is, go look on imdb, and if that doesn't ring any bells, it's highly likely you're on the wrong blog right now because if you're reading this you should know I'm a massive nerd. OK I haven't actually seen any of The Guild but I'm trying to rectify that, only the Australian iTunes store isn't helping matters.

Anyway, here is a link, and my point. I think looking back at your year and working out what you've learned is a great idea. Looking at what you've learned and applying it is far more realistic than any grand resolution, in my opinion. Because it's based on good hard evidence and not just a drunken statement at midnight.

I think I've written quite a bit already on what 2010 taught me. It taught me that sometimes things don't go according to plan, and that's great. I learned the hard way that challenges really are an opportunity in disguise. They force you to stop and reasses everything which is something I rarely do. I learned that mental illness really can happen to me. Seriously, people, this is a big one. It's not just something that happens to everyone else, and just because you're educated and intelligent and think you'll know when something is wrong doesn't mean you will. It might take years and then you'll crash and burn and it'll hit you with a big 'a ha'.

Of course I learned some fun things too. Like that it is possible to watch all seven seasons of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' in a period of about three months or less, if you really try. Like the fact that in Edmonton, it's only really cold if your snot freezes. Anything before that is just chilly. That fruchocs can be breakfast. OK, that last one is just to convince me that I'm being healthy, sitting here eating fruchocs. The packet is open on the table, what else am I supposed to do?

OK. I'll stop rambling now. Go read Felicia Day's post. It's far more eloquent than mine and you get a picture of her looking super awesome to boot.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Some seasonal YouTube goodness...

Doesn't it just feel like this sometimes?

Saturday, September 11, 2010


My brother had a big long name for his blog posts like this. It did a really funny pair of posts, actually, about different church types. Sadly, I am not as witty as him, nor am I as talented a writer (see that, brother? I complimented you!).

But I felt that as I had an interesting experience at a church a couple of weeks ago I should blog about it. I did write the experience up in my notebook/diary, after all.

We went to a church in the downtown area of Edmonton. I think it was very inventively named 'City Centre Church'. The service was held in an old movie theatre. This immediately set my spider senses buzzing. As much as I want to see churches rip out their pews and get rid of the bus-ride style setting, services held in repurposed venues always make me think 'hipster'. I can't help it.

Also, there was a band on stage, up the front, not off to one side. Front and centre. It's not really my thing. I think a band should be there to help people worship rather than being the focus of the gathering.

And yet, I heard a little nagging voice...don't you hate those? It was telling me to let go of my preconceptions and just go with it. And you know what? It wasn't bad. It was actually pretty good. I didn't know a lot of the music, because I forget how much of the stuff we sing in church at home is actually Australian. But it didn't really matter, even if it wasn't easy to pick up. The words were actually good. Not like a lot of the theologically unsound I generally associate with that kind of crowd. And they played 'Majesty (Here I am) by Delirious. I knew that a bit. So that was good.

And the preaching was good. And not all about 'hey, give us your money'. It was on Ecclesiastes, something a lot of preachers I know avoid like the plague. But it was great. It was pure simple good message. I was surprised.

And then I realised how sad it is to be surprised to hear good preaching in a church. Is it just me being cynical? Is there any good reason for me to be so cynical? If I let go of preconceptions and the preaching was rubbish, would I still be asking these mostly retorical questions?

I don't want to be cynical about the church. I guess being cynical about people in general doesn't help. I just wish I didn't feel like a lot of the time that cynicism is deserved.

I'm not sure if this post makes sense. It seems lying in bed blogging leads to ramble and nonsence. Who knew?