Wonderful Things

Rainbow

There are some wonderful things in this world. Some of them we are familiar with, like rainbows. Some we may not be so familiar with, like those fish that live in boiling water at the bottom of the sea. Many things we will never have heard about. There are also some wonderful things that nobody at all knows about, yet they exist. Some of those things we could not even comprehend if we were told about them. Wonderful. We should appreciate these things and how wonderful they make our world.

Myfly loving spammers

Ooooh 28 comments on my blog. Oh no hang on… that’s just 28 people-robot hybrid saying:

 ” I love your blog, very original, what theme are you using? I will subscribe to your RSS feed”

or if they’ve let the random sentence generating robot comment for them, saying:

“I adore much your post, extraordinary unique, which themes are you employing? I intend to sign up to your RSS feed.

I think some of the robots swallowed a thesaurus.

What really amused me though, was that the only post that the person-robot combos commented on my post about MyFly. Why? Do robots have a thing for McFly? Odd.

Top 10 funny Filipino names

People from the Philippines have some funny names. When considering names for their children, many Filipinos take the attitude of ‘why not’? The fact that they don’t give a damn what other cultures think about their names is fantastic. So here are my favourite glittery Filipino names:

  1. Bogey
  2. Dunce
  3. John F Kenneth Dee
  4. Queen Elizabeth
  5. Bum Bum
  6. Babe
  7. Ballsy
  8. Honey Boy
  9. Van Go
  10. Bing

Here is a great article about why the Filipino attitude to names is so cool: BBC News Article

Australia

kangarooI’ve not posted anything for a couple of weeks, for a good reason. I’ve been in Australia.

The greatest thing about spending time in a place that everyone considers to be paradise, is that it can make you appreciate the small things in your normal everyday life that make you happy without you even noticing.

Good TV, cheese pies, a warm steering wheel in your car after 6 months of winter, Primark, understanding road signs without thinking, scarves, supermarket deals, carpets, cold water from the tap, being able to leave food out overnight without finding cockroaches all over it in the morning…

I love England. It’s got so much glitter.

Little McFlys

I heard that McFly have had to cancel part of thier tour because one of the band members had gone to rehab. Hahaha little McFlys taking drugs. Nope… not even that. Little McFly split up with his girlfriend. Awww. Go shag some fricken groupies McFly you’ll be better in about 5 minutes. Call yourself pop stars? Honestly, I should be a counsellor, me.

Not going the gym

This week I’ve been to the gym three times. I’ve quite enjoyed it. The best thing about going to the gym three times is booking a class on Friday, not going and eating a pizza instead. Loved it!

Spreading glitter from beyond the grave

A lady from China called Chin Ning Chu, who’s dead now, once said:

“A successful life is one that is lived through understanding and pursuing one’s own path, not chasing after the dreams of others.”

All very well and good. But do we  need a ‘successful life’? Can we not live a happy life without the ‘success’ bit?

If we live in paradise, with someone we love, and all of the comforts that we could desire, are we  happy? What if we have nothing that could be called ‘a success’? If we have no job, nothing that we have worked hard to get, no acheivements… Can we be happy?

If everything is given to us for free, we cannot appreciate the true value of it. It doesn’t bring us the same happiness as if we had to acheive it ourselves.

So yes, Mrs Ning Chu, it seems that we do need a successful life in order to have a completely happy life. And a successful life, as you said, requires persuing your own path, not chasing after the dreams of others. So you need to work to get what you want for yourself. When you fulfil your own dreams and acheive your own ambitions, you can be truly happy. So let’s do it!

Thanks for that Mrs N! Even though you are no longer alive, you are still spreading glitter across the world to people like me. Now that’s what I would call a successful life.

Theory number 1

I  have a theory. The taller you are, the more your car insurance is likely to cost.

We know insurance will cost more for young blokes than little old ladies. And I think that the height of the drivers is what makes this so.

Ever got in a car with a tall bloke driving? They will have the seat all the way back so nobody taller than a dwarf can sit in the back. They slouch back like they are watching telly in bed and yet their knees are up each side of the steering wheel like a racing driver. Combine the relaxed attitude that comes from the gangster lounging position with the ease of pressure on the accelarator that comes with the racing driver bent legs and… Smashy smashy!

Ever got in the car with your nan driving? Or your little sister? Bet you any money she had the seat at 90 degrees, legs stretched out under the steering wheel and hands in the ten to two position. Result… A safe journey. Even if she cant park for shit.

Now being an average height woman, this is good news for me. Cheaper deals and safer journeys. Even if I can’t park for shit.

A filing cabinet in your bedroom. Sexy?

To Do List

  • Saturday morning – sleeping
  • Saturday afternoon – shopping
  • Saturday evening – drinking
  • Sunday morning – sleeping
  • Sunday afternoon – sleeping
  • Sunday evening – chilling

This was a pretty standard schedule. A while ago. How times change.

To Do List

  • Saturday morning – painting
  • Saturday afternoon – painting
  • Saturday eveining – cleaning
  • Sunday morning – work
  • Sunday afternoon – washing
  • Sunday evening – plan for work

But you know what this means? My life has gone shit? Nah… I’m moving forward. Soon I will have 1 painted house, 1 clean house, 1 tidy filing system at work, clean clothes and a better day on Monday.

I filed all my personal documentation today too, you know, bills and shit. And menus. I needed a separate file for the bloody menus because I had so much crap to file. The massive file only just shut and I thought to myself “I need a filing cabinet”. But where could I keep such a thing? The only place with space would be my bedroom.

What has the world come to that to run your life properly and not get red letters or late charges or arrested you need to put a filing cabinet in your fucSexy Filing Cabinetking bedroom. I refuse. Boudoirs do not have filing cabinets.

The creation of the glitter machine

Yesterday I had a thought: The more shit life throws at me the more determined I get to build a sparkly golden machine that catches the shit and turns it into glitter.

And so was born the glitter machine. A blog with one purpose – to take all the shit that happens in life and turn it into glitter. pure gold glitter. Enjoy!