Procrastination #471

Although I wish I was important enough to hire someone else to do my laundry, I'm not. The washing machine in my building requires $1 coins, and as I didn't get to have a slap (on the pokies) this week, I have no gold coins. Why can't they be some kind of swipe card business?

So instead of going to a pub or begging on the street or pestering shop assistants, I have decided to do a round up of online good times until I feel inspired enough to tackle the aforementioned situations in the pursuit of clean clothes.


* Visible toes under stockings still kinda freaks me out. I know it's fashionably ok at the moment but...
* Cute dress that is so so so cheap!

* I wish I was this cool.

* Freaking hell! Here's something not to wear to dinner with the in-laws!

* Why so serious? - Givency's bringin' bowl cuts back...Yeah!

* I love Overheard in New York:

"Childrearing, in a Nutshell"

Four-year-old: I don't like you.
Angry mother: Well, that's fine, I don't like you very much either.
Four-year-old: That's mean.
Angry mother: That's life.

* Awkward Family Photos is seriously the funniest thing I've seen in a long time.

* Marry Me Jo?

Papal scandal and propaganda

In the latest Dan Brown/Ron Howard attempt to:

a) Get kids to study history at school; and

b) Make the Vatican cranky;

Tom Hanks (Robert Langdon) has way better hair and the possibility of a lame love story thankfully goes begging.

Angels and Demons is the prequel to the Golden Globe nominated hit the Da Vinci Code. With more gun-blazin' action and papal scandal than the original, this installment is based on the race against time to save four cardinals from symbolic and gory deaths.

Exciting for Italophiles, the "Ooh I've been there!" factor is through the roof, with Langdon dragging the local cop shop from one end of Italy to the other.

The Vatican did not appreciate this film (nor the original) but, other than a few pokes at the papal propaganda machine and the rigidity of the religious structure, Angels and Demons offers insight into personal faith, the growing relationship between religion and science and a good look inside one of the most incredible basillicas ever made - St. Peters.

Scot Ewan McGregor was an interesting choice as the Pope's offsider (Camerlengo Patrick McKenna) but if you aren't a die-hard fan of the novel, he suits the role written for him in the film.

And hands down to the writers for ensuring Ayelet Zurer's Dr Vittoria Vetra was not dumbed down a single inch. It's always great to see a strong leading lady that doesn't have her boobs out at every turn.

A spoon full of sugar

Is Suri Cruise the cutest child ever?

That's a question that is easily answered with a resounding HELL YES!

Saturation Point

Like everyone else from Perth to Wellington, I have too an opinion on the Matthew Johns NZ saga.

But as much I could write an enormous post about it all, I'm not going to: I know everyone's sick to death of hearing about it.

That said, here is my position, in hyper-speed:

• If you believe Matty (and I do) the young woman seems to be as much to blame as anyone else in the room that night.
• It happened in 2002 people! This interview on ACA frustrated the hell out of me. Ms Grimshaw was looking to blame Johns for every indecent footballer incident ever, simply because he's put himself forward to admit his mistakes.
• I do not condone group sex, and I certainly don't believe sexual assault should happen to anyone but I do believe this young woman was partially responsible for the situation she now finds herself in. Whether she's just looking for cash or whether she's now very traumatised, it certainly doesn't seem like she felt so bad back in that hotel room in 2002.

Now for something hilarious:


"How you doing little fella? I know it's pretty hot out here, but we're nearly done. Yes I know that brunette in the third row is smokin' hot."

Ciao Bella ;)

Let's be frank: if you marry a powerful Italian man, be prepared for him to get his flirt on with the odd passing hottie.


Veronica Lario, the (smokin' hot) 52 year old soon-to-be-ex wife of Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, is demanding a divorce on the grounds that the old codger likes nothing more than a seedy chat with a nice young lady.

I went to Italy when I was barely old enough to drive and had to bat away dudes older than my father.

Reportedly the last straw for Lario was when 72 year old Berlusconi attended a hottie's 18th birthday party when he didn't even attend that of his own children.

"I read in the papers about how he has been hanging around a minor - because he must have known her before she was 18 - and how she called him 'Grandpa' and about their meetings in Rome and Milan."

Mega EWWWWW on the "Grandpa" talk.