HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSIE!!!

As of about 6.30pm, I have another cousin, weighing in at seven nine. Welcome to the world, Josie babe, I'm looking forward to meeting you! x x

P.S.

Oh, and in much more interesting news, I'M GONNA MEET DAVE I AM I AM!!

Zude

I know, I know, I'm being a very naughty little blogger and not updated as often as I should. It's just that I've found this new site...

Yes, and thus commences another mini-obsession.

But this time it's different, I promise! At the risk of sounding like an advert, Zude lets you customise your page. Nothing special? Well, I need it because I can insert my myspace page, my facebook profile, my bebo page, both my blogs, blah blah blah - I can put ALL my pages from ALL over the internet on this one site, and that is what I have done. You can check out my profile here.

It isn't even out of beta yet, I managed to find this one early, and I'm pretty sure it's going to be quite popular. I hope so, it certainly deserves to be just for the sheer variety of what you can put in there. The way it stands is that you can copy and paste pretty much any kind of code into your pages! (Yes, pages. And it's all free too.)

There's plenty of stuff it doesn't do yet, but as I said it's still in beta. The one that's really grating is the fact that it's not firefox compatible yet; I had to download internet explorer (said with much venom). I'd forgotten how much it sucks.

A few days after creating my Zude profile, a message turned up on my myspace from a guy who works for them asking for feedback, which I thought was very cool. I have officially "consolidated my web presence", as they put it.

The launch date is the 1st of May, but if you're super-excited and want to get started right away, there's still a lot you can do!

Thought Life

What a weird phrase. Thought Life. I've come across it three times today, which is enough of a coincidence to make me think about it. Again and again today I'm coming across the same verses.

“...Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right , whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable… think about such things .” Philippians 4:8

“...Take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ." 2 Corinthians 10:5

That's the kind of discipline I've forgotten lately. The kind that keeps an iron grip over my thoughts, not allowing my mind to wander too far from what I know is acceptable in real life...

But let's not be too serious, eh?

The thing with the flower

Ok, in the light of Dave's latest post, I thought I'd explain the thing with the flower. Because, as with everything I do, I have my reasons. And, as with everything I do, I forget that nobody knows what they are until I tell them.



The flower once had pride of place in my room, and it would just sit there in the glass drops looking pretty. But I entered a phase of my life when I'd come across random stories of goodness and positivity, and they inspired me.

I decided to send my flower on a little journey. I tied a little tag to it that read "You are loved! Pass this on to someone you care about." I had visions of it passing from person to person, travelling the world and showing that we were all connected by bonds of love... I was quite the little hippie!

But, as with all the best half-formed ideas, it didn't work out that way. I gave it to my brother, he gave it to our mum, and she gave it to me. I realised that the flower would most probably only travel in little circles, and gave up. (Yes, I was quite the little half-arsed hippie. Shocking.)

So, how did it find its way into Dave's hands, you must be wondering! Well I decided that if there's anything I own that sends the simple, clear message "I care about you", that was it.

Plus, it's also kinda funky.


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Some inspirational projects for you!

DON'T READ THIS POST

Ok, I found this one here, although the video really doesn't matter because these messages crop up everywhere. This one was posted by Blueblaze2000, who I'm sure is a very intelligent and rational person, who merely suffered from a momentary lack of judgement when posting the following:
WHEN U R READING THIS DONT STOP OR SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN MY NAME IS SUMMER I AM 15 YEARS OLD i have BLONDE HAIR , SCARS no NOSE OR EARS I AM DEAD IF U DONT COPY THIS JUS LIKE FROM THE RING COPY N POST THIS ON 5 MORE SITES OR I WILL APPEAR ONE CREEPY NIGHT WEN UR NOT ExPECTING IT BY YOUR BED WITH A NIFE AND KILL U THIS IS NO JOKE SUMMET ING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO U IF YOU POST THIS ON 5 MORE FLASH BOXES

Verbatim. I have to admit, I found this the most hilarious chain comment I've ever read! The "blonde hair, scars, no nose or ears" bit just sounds too much like a personal in the Transylvanian Times. And "just like from the Ring", that's priceless! This dead girl - Summer - is obviously a fan of Japanese horror flicks, isn't that nice. Sorry, I mean she was, she is of course dead. Although we have nobody's word but hers on that.

I'd show a lot more respect for the dead if they could spell, quite frankly, and there's just no excusing that punctuation - even if she is a creature from beyond the grave.

So, she has presented me with a choice. Death in my bed by knife wound, one creepy night (lest we forget), or "summet ing good". And this isn't the only one, as this blog shows... Fortunately, I know how to outwit these evil curses.

My counter-curse:
When you're reading this post, stop if you want. Nobody really cares. My name is Anna, I'm 19, I enjoy long walks by the sea and devouring the souls of innocents. If you copy any more of these ridiculous chain comments, I will personally show up by your bed with a common-sense stick and bludgeon you over the head with it until you get a clue or die, whichever happens first. If you copy this into more web sites, however, you will be noticed and applauded by intelligent people the world over.

What's red and stupid?

Ohmygosh. Ohmygosh, ohmygosh.

Deev, I love you, and you're all kinds of awesome, and I want to meet your friends and your family and your cat.

And some other stuff that I'll maybe say in private, I'm just so excited... sorry! What an inappropriate place to say all this...

I'm wearing it, it's beautiful... sorry my gift couldn't have been better, I ran out of time too, but I hope you'll like it anyway. I'll make up for it as soon as I get the chance. And I'm thinking of making the chance happen.

Love you, Deev. Love you.

Oh, and the answer's 'me'.

Wasted seconds

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Get Your Cyborg Name

In other news, going camping for a couple of days.

The Perfect Murder - from a media standpoint anyway

A young, blonde, blue-eyed pregnant woman called Krystal Hart was murdered. That's horrible. Of course it is, murder is always horrible, but a little cynical voice in my head is whispering snidely that maybe the story wouldn't have gotten as much press coverage if she'd been a 45 year old ugly woman called Meg Brown. (Meg, if you're out there, stop crying. You're gorgeous.)

Is our media influenced by the marketability of the stories? You bet it is. It's influenced by many factors: how important the events are (of course), how pretty the victims / perpetrators are, how amusing the story is, how trendy the subject is, lest we forget. Trendy news stories, are they something you've ever thought about? Because it's not as if paedophilia is sometimes in season, you know. No, one story is picked up on, and it sparks a wave of similar stories that would have gone unnoticed being thrust into the spotlight.

The sociologists have a term for it - moral panics - which describes the snowball effect of certain types of story - murder, mugging, rape - getting disproportionate attention. Or maybe, getting the attention they finally deserve. Because there's no denying that we like to gloss over things sometimes.

But mainly it's jealousy. I'll bet Krystal Hart got all the attention when she was alive, too.

Smarties

We all love Smarties, don't we. Of course we do! Little brightly coloured pixies of sugary fun.



But that was before. Before they stole the most beautiful Smartie of them all. Even the orange-flavoured Smarties paled in significance to their vivid blue sister! But the blue has been taken. Leaving us with what?



FLIPPIN'

MUD-COLOURED

HIPPIE BEANS.

I don't know who the bright spark was who thought of removing not only the blue but the JOY from our favourite little chocolates, but I'd like to have some serious words with them. I know they had artificial stuff in, I Don't Care. If I was that concerned about being all-natural I'd go around naked and refuse to shave my legs.

Poor Smarties. It's been all downhill since they scrapped the tubes; did they not know the minutes of fun you could have firing the lids at people?! Yes, first the Smartie-gun was laid to rest, then the blue ones, and soon they'll be sugar-free with no chocolate.

So naturally, being the armchair activist that I am, I looked for the many "Save the Blue Smartie Campaigns" that I was sure would be out there on the world wide interwebs... and what did I find? This, and only this. Shocking. Appalling. Utterly disappointing; it seems that nobody really cares.

Well, I'd like this blog post to serve as an eternal reminder: I care. I loved the Blue Smarties. I loved the bright colours, and I miss them.