Cooking With Corrie: Oma’s Macaroni Recipe
Make my Oma’s Macaroni: a great recipe to cook when you have nothing left in the fridge. All the ingredients come from the pantry!
Category: Journal
This is where we ramble on about things that are important to us.
The Web-Slinging Tourist: Episode 3
Snowflake photos, OR flash mobs, noir art, invisible bike helmets, Disney, long reads and Miley Cyrus…
Mem Fox. You’re doing it right.
Our Mem Fox preaches love, not hate.
World’s Biggest Car Boot Sale
Experience the World’s Biggest Car Boot Sale from the convenience of your own home. Until next year.
The Web-Slinging Tourist: Episode 2
Want to know my browser history for the past week or so? Here’s what I’ve been interacting with on the wild world web…
Montagues and Capulets
Two consoles, both alike in dignity. And just days from their release, I’m still no closer to deciding between them.
Bah! Humbug
Morbidity, some miserly hand-wringing, and why Lost Girl is my new favourite show.
The Web-Slinging Tourist: Episode 1
A few snapshots from my travels around the Internet…. welcome to my browser history!
Being A Tourist In Your Own Town
It’s about time you put away the all high-and-mighty “I’m no tourist” babble and accept that you are visiting and experiencing this earth as new each day.
Personal Terrors
Shopping for costumes with your mother is scary enough. Seeing her in a halter top vampira dress with choker and fangs is another kind of horror entirely.
Faceless Friends
I see you, gorgeous lurker-things. Come out and say hello.
Debriefing
Just a few things I witnessed with my eyeballs: What Maisie Knew, The Best Offer, Rayman Legends, Heavy Rain.
Growing Up is a Breeze
Growing Up. The accumulation of all the experiences you had prior to having the desire to have any experiences. I had one of those moments today where being “adult” really hit me like a warm breeze in the face.
Drunk: a soliloquy
My first blog post. Is it sexier than Lord Byron? Of course not. Nothing is.
In Vino Veritas
Welcome to Say it with Sangria, ladies and gentlemen. Pull up a chair. Pour yourself a glass. Just let it all out.