creativity is not ALWAYS a pretty sight, but am happy with this.
Friday 29 May 2009
Friday 15 May 2009
swindle
make up remover. it doesn't do what it says on the tin.
in one clumsy move I can smudge most of the eyeliner from my eye area to a dali homage across my cheek, but come bedtime, will my so called 'make up remover' actually remove the stuff? no. at the sight of make up remover, eyeliner, mascara and any other lingering beauty product (that I've avoided clumsily spreading in a tired moment of eye rubbing) becomes instantly welded to my face.
finger-smudging is clearly the way forward. and cheaper too.
in one clumsy move I can smudge most of the eyeliner from my eye area to a dali homage across my cheek, but come bedtime, will my so called 'make up remover' actually remove the stuff? no. at the sight of make up remover, eyeliner, mascara and any other lingering beauty product (that I've avoided clumsily spreading in a tired moment of eye rubbing) becomes instantly welded to my face.
finger-smudging is clearly the way forward. and cheaper too.
Thursday 7 May 2009
God-patch
ok so there's something called the pink-patch being advertised all over the web at the moment. It's the latest in a long line of easy solutions to weight issues. Along with another miracle product of the minute, the 'one-week-diet' (clever name ploy - let's be honest - who wants to diet for more than a week), the pink patch is apparently the first step towards the new me, svelte, slim, in control, in the game, in...the pink.
honestly? I'm tempted. I currently weigh more than ever before, am getting less exercise than ever and I'm struggling to change any of that despite good resolutions most evenings as I climb into bed and assert that tomorrow I'll make the right choices, the sensible decisions.
Tomorrow I will get up early. Tomorrow I will eat a sensible breakfast, get some exercise before work, drink 8 litres of water (that can't be right? 8 glasses perhaps? 2 litres... that seems less likely to drown ones internal organs and avoid a working day spent entirely between desk and ladies room.) Tomorrow I will make time to eat a sensible lunch and sit down to eat it away from my desk, having time for a 20 minute stroll in the fresh air and clearing my head for the afternoon of work. Tomorrow I will leave work on time, I will make a healthy dinner. change and head out for time with friends or more exercise. I will do one or tow pertinent household tasks and read for a few minutes before I climb into bed by 11pm for a good restful night's sleep.
Thing is. I've been trying to get all this happening for ages, and I just suck at it. My self-discipline is like the latest version of the iPod in the run up to Christmas. permanently out of stock. So yes, the miracle patch and the 'one-week' potion all look peculiarly good options to me. But the annoying niggly bit in me knows that's not the answer, a pink patch might (and let's be honest, probably won't) help me shred a lb or 2 for a little while. But that's not enough. I want to change. not dress size, but life size. The only patch that will help with that is the God-patch.
The God-patch:
Guaranteed love, power and self-discipline when you need it most.
Comes in an endless variety - fits every moment of every day and every situation.
Contains just the right balance for life and godliness.
Recommended by milliions of users.
Trusted brand - 2,000 years and the brand is stronger than ever before.
Avaible in every country.
Spirit powered.
Supply unlimited.
NB: God-patch is not meant to last long and needs replacing regularly to avoid the reappearance of unpleasant attitudes and unwanted habits.
No special apparatus, location or instructions required to apply the God-patch.
Warning prolonged break in use can cause weariness, confusion and frustration among other things and may prove hazardous to your health and perception.
Why do I insist on trying everything always in my own strength? Is He patient enough to wait until yet again I have exhausted all my own puny resources and come at last to the end of the end of the end of myself? I know He is. I know I'm not. God is not a patch or a potion. But what He offers is the miracle every day of fresh mercy. He offers every day the gift of grace, He holds out strength for today and invites me to unwrap bright hope for tomorrow. He holds my every moment, and promises to hold me even when I am dropped, lost, or have let go. He gives and goes on giving His own Holy Spirit, a spirit which is not one of fear, fear of failing again today like I did yesterday, fear of living, fear of dying, fear of missing out or looking foolish. He is the Spirit of power, love and a soud mind.
my prayer: please God - patch me up.
honestly? I'm tempted. I currently weigh more than ever before, am getting less exercise than ever and I'm struggling to change any of that despite good resolutions most evenings as I climb into bed and assert that tomorrow I'll make the right choices, the sensible decisions.
Tomorrow I will get up early. Tomorrow I will eat a sensible breakfast, get some exercise before work, drink 8 litres of water (that can't be right? 8 glasses perhaps? 2 litres... that seems less likely to drown ones internal organs and avoid a working day spent entirely between desk and ladies room.) Tomorrow I will make time to eat a sensible lunch and sit down to eat it away from my desk, having time for a 20 minute stroll in the fresh air and clearing my head for the afternoon of work. Tomorrow I will leave work on time, I will make a healthy dinner. change and head out for time with friends or more exercise. I will do one or tow pertinent household tasks and read for a few minutes before I climb into bed by 11pm for a good restful night's sleep.
Thing is. I've been trying to get all this happening for ages, and I just suck at it. My self-discipline is like the latest version of the iPod in the run up to Christmas. permanently out of stock. So yes, the miracle patch and the 'one-week' potion all look peculiarly good options to me. But the annoying niggly bit in me knows that's not the answer, a pink patch might (and let's be honest, probably won't) help me shred a lb or 2 for a little while. But that's not enough. I want to change. not dress size, but life size. The only patch that will help with that is the God-patch.
The God-patch:
Guaranteed love, power and self-discipline when you need it most.
Comes in an endless variety - fits every moment of every day and every situation.
Contains just the right balance for life and godliness.
Recommended by milliions of users.
Trusted brand - 2,000 years and the brand is stronger than ever before.
Avaible in every country.
Spirit powered.
Supply unlimited.
NB: God-patch is not meant to last long and needs replacing regularly to avoid the reappearance of unpleasant attitudes and unwanted habits.
No special apparatus, location or instructions required to apply the God-patch.
Warning prolonged break in use can cause weariness, confusion and frustration among other things and may prove hazardous to your health and perception.
Why do I insist on trying everything always in my own strength? Is He patient enough to wait until yet again I have exhausted all my own puny resources and come at last to the end of the end of the end of myself? I know He is. I know I'm not. God is not a patch or a potion. But what He offers is the miracle every day of fresh mercy. He offers every day the gift of grace, He holds out strength for today and invites me to unwrap bright hope for tomorrow. He holds my every moment, and promises to hold me even when I am dropped, lost, or have let go. He gives and goes on giving His own Holy Spirit, a spirit which is not one of fear, fear of failing again today like I did yesterday, fear of living, fear of dying, fear of missing out or looking foolish. He is the Spirit of power, love and a soud mind.
my prayer: please God - patch me up.
Sunday 22 February 2009
Sunday 15 February 2009
Thursday 22 January 2009
a thought
I should write more stuff here. not necessarily because anyone will read it. because that is unlikely. only craig looks at this, every so often (thanks craig - you're a brick. which apparently is a compliment.) but anyway, if I write more here, I may accidentally write something really cool and interesting one day and that might launch my career as one who writes cool and interesting things. I have to say I hadn't really considered that as a career path until I started writing this just now, but the idea definitely has merit. I mean Tolstoy and Shakespeare and other people who have written stuff that others have deemed cool enough to reprint lots has to start somewhere. Realistically if they'd been born in 1976 like all the best people I'm sure they'd be rambling away on their own blogsite in the somewhat limp hope of casually tripping over some stray genius.
more power to the ramblers that's what I say. but not the rough ramblers though. (no-one really likes the extremist factions do they. there's no real need for that.)
more power to the ramblers that's what I say. but not the rough ramblers though. (no-one really likes the extremist factions do they. there's no real need for that.)
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