I WILL complete this post, it has been sitting in RapidWeaver since the day after my birthday, but Tiffany has most of the pictures and I am waiting for her to send them.

*sigh!*

I'm making cartoons now. So, yeah... go follow me on DailyBooth.

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My DailyBooth is linked to my Twitter, so if you're following me there you might see them pop up every now and then.

Last week I went to the Young Designers' Market at Southbank with Jade.

It's taken a while for me to write about it, but things have been crazy.

There was some fantastic work on display, and I would definitely recommend making the drive if you're not a local; even if it's just to see all the colourful characters that show up!

Some of the morning's highlights:
















Next time I'll go for longer, I was in such a rush this time! I will have more to write about then.

Check the link at the top for when the next market is on.

Happy shopping!

I has esploded with happy.

This wonderful album arrived at my house today.
I've already listened to it quite a few times! ^_^

Watch Tommy Firefly in action HERE.... learn more about his artistic genius HERE... and BUY THE CD HERE!

I love picking flowers to put in my room. They really brighten everything up.

I bought these ones at the Farmer's Market before work on Saturday.



I get a little sad when they die though.

How do you feel about cut flowers?

Cruel and wasteful or beautiful and special?

Wanna see how much I love 'em?

Oh yeah.

... are fun.









The End.

I've been thinking a lot about the role tech plays in my life. Let's face it, for someone who doesn't drink coffee I am SERIOUSLY wired! I'm plugged into a few key gadgets most of the time, and I like it that way.

There's always a few conspiracy theorists around who will argue that our dependancy on technology will be our downfall. Although this may be a legitimate concern, I must be honest; I LOVE technology. I love the way it integrates into my life and has become a part of me. Like a bionic limb, I could survive without technology, but my quality of life is greatly improved by these helpful additions to my life.

So with this in mind, I decided to do a little tribute to the tech in my life.

Thankyou iPhone, your virtues and uses are too numerous to list. You are always by my side, leading me to clean bathrooms, nice coffee shops, and whatever address I type into the GPS. You give me weather forecasts, rss updates and music everywhere I go. I have every version of the Bible in the palm of my hands, and it's all thanks to you!

MacBook, you are sleek and beautiful. Although my iPhone may have taken over a few of your functions I still appreciate your portability and stability. You're a safe place for uni work, photos, and loads of important data.

Big TV, I know I don't watch you a lot, but when I do it's a cinematic experience!

Austar, there are shows you play that I can't see anywhere else. Thanks for keeping me entertained while I was stuck in the house writing for hours and hours on end.

Kettle; you're not the most high-tech, but you're cordless and shiny and you make me tea. How could I not love you?

iMac, you're prefect for editing and watching media. As much as I'm not into the 'brushed metal' look, you still far outshine any PC to date!

Dishwasher, I know I don't think of you a lot, but I know that I'd miss you like crazy if I didn't have you!

All of you: PLEASE don't die on me. Seriously.

Monday nights are Gilmore nights.

My lovely Jade has a lot of Gilmore Girls DVD's, and every Monday when her husband Andy goes to a prayer meeting we have a little meeting of our own!

Last week, in true Gilmore tradition, we attempted the following:



Spring rolls, honey sesame prawns, pad Thai, Singapore noodles, prawn crackers, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate wafers, and licorice allsorts.

I think next week we might just order a salad. *hic!*

It's been quite a while since I've been inspired to write.

I must confess my own ignorance; I'd seen Paul Newman on the salad dressing labels as I perused the supermarked aisles, and promptly put him out of my mind. However, yesterday I saw advertised on Fox Classics a Paul Newman special. Once again I pushed the thought aside, though something about the advertisement lingered in my mind until tonight, when I turned the TV on just before a film started; Absence of Malice.

I don't usually watch films. Anyone who knows me well knows how I feel about films in general: they tend to be worldly, manipulative, and filled with filth. This film was one of the few exceptions of my generalisation.

The PG rating is what allayed my initial concerns with watching a movie, and I sat through the full, commerical-free two hours. I was enthralled. I have always believed that words matter. I mean, they MATTER. People throw around words like, 'intent' and 'heart attitude', but let's face it, the words of your mouth are the fruit of your heart, well-intentioned or otherwise.

In Absence of Malice a reporter screws up. She listens to her editors, allows herself to be coerced by them and is mistakenly manipulated by someone with more power than sense. Although many factors are responsible for the ill that comes of her stories (an innocent man accused of murder and a young woman's suicide) the fact remains that she is responsible for just telling what she calls, 'the truth'.

She reminds me so much of Pontius Pilate. When Jesus was arrested and brought before him, Pilate was the one who had the power to speak life or death. Instead he waived responsibility and allowed the people to crucify Jesus. All he did was give them the power to do it. Through her foolish words, the reporter in Absence of Malice gives people the right to "make up their own mind" about the man in question, by giving them the information she has. She doesn't realise she is being manipulated and that the way in which she presents the information might as well be a guilty sentence.

Jesus said, "...This is why I was born, and for this I have come into the world, to bear witness to the Truth. Everyone who is of the Truth hears My voice."

Pilate said to Him, "What is Truth?"

The crowd shouted, "Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" and Pilate washed his hands as a public display that he would not be held accountable for what happened next.

What you say, whether you like it or not, determines what happens next.

When you wash your hands of Jesus, saying that you will not be held responsible for how others slander Him, remember that reporter. Remember Pilate. Remember that if you don't stand for something you will fall for anything.