Do not taunt the octopus

It's Fridayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 

Today I want to tell you about some websites that make me chuckle (and help to pass the time at work).

I think I've already mentioned Go Fug Yourself, but for anyone who enjoys checking out post awards ceremony photos of madly and badly dressed celebrities like I do, it's a must-see. It's a highly entertaining snarkfest (with a good heart).

A more recent addition to my favourite websites is Regretsy, a piss-take of the mad, bad and hilariously insane handmade stuff people sell on the art and craft site Etsy. Seriously, you have to see that stuff to believe it. People are NUTS.

My favourite thing is the custom made vulva necklaces. Send a photo of your lady bits and the artist will whip up a little replica for you to wear around your neck. Because one vulva is never enough, right?  You'll be pleased to know, ladies, that if you're too shy to send a photo of your nethers, you can opt to describe them to the artist instead. I can't imagine anyone who thinks a vulva is a fabulous accessory to wear out in the wide world would be shy, can you? 

Today I also had a look at a site called Oddly Specific which is a website about "peculiarly exacting signs".  I love the "Do not taunt the octopus" sign. Love the picture. Love the phrase. I don't know how exactly just yet, but seriously I am going to find a way to use that expression in my daily life (starting with the headline for today's blog). I encourage you to do likewise. DO NOT TAUNT THE OCTOPUS! Say it!

Finally, a blog that makes me smile every time I look at it. Colour Me Katie is the blog of a talented young American photographer. She is so wildly creative and whimsical and her photos are so bright and colourful, it's hard not to feel a little bit happier after you leave. The people of Brooklyn are so lucky to have her and her wonderful, whacky street art in their midst.

That's all. Also, it's Fridayeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Philavery, hideous goodness and Coco Pops

I bought Foyle's Philavery on my way home from work tonight. It's cold and wet and I am tired and headachey, and very much looking foward to curling up on the couch under a blanket and losing myself among the collection of uncommon and pleasing words. No doubt I will share my favourites with you soon.

While at the bookshop, I saw quite a few titles that are on my list of must-read books. I was a tiny bit tempted to grab them all and buy the lot, but fiscal reason reigned.

The joy of mastery

As I approached the steps at Federation Square on the way to work this morning, a toddler with a mop of curls was tentatively walking down them holding on to her mother's hand. She smiled at me, clearly thrilled with her efforts. I smiled back and thought about the pleasure and pride that come from attempting and mastering a new skill.

It's been quite a while since I learnt to do something new. I think it's time I put my pupil hat on...

Glam tram driver

I caught the tram home tonight because of the cold snap. The driver appeared to be sporting a wig modelled on a 70s glam rocker 'do, but I think it was actually his own hair. It was so appalling that it was glorious.

Does anyone else delight in things that are so bad they are good? The Go Fug Yourself girls often do - they had an amusing entry today on Sarah Brightman's whackjob stage costume. I want to memorise the line "This is so much no, yet it all adds up to YES" for the next time I see some hideous goodness.

Cocoloco

I had a craving for Coco Pops the other day and have had a big bowl of the chocolatey cereal for breakfast the past two mornings. Mmmm....just like a chocolate milkshake...only crunchy. I had a bowl of them this afternoon too, and my boss disagreed when I insisted cereal is "anytime food". Pah!

I brought the half-full box of Coco Pops home with me tonight which means I carried it around the book shop in a clear shopping bag. Normally I have a calico carry bag or similar with me, but I had to scrounge up a plastic bag in the kitchen at work to avoid having to just tuck the box under my arm and go. I felt a little self-conscious about carting around a box of kiddy cereal - it doesn't really go with Foyle's Philavery - but the incongruousness of it still pleased me.