Oh, vunderbar. A bunch of IO9ers seem to be doing a tumblr sweep, and so when they brute force it, they end up at my fanart account. The one with the penises. I did not mean to be that chick.

Ah, well. It's the internet. My addition of porn to it doesn't actually make the needle move at all.

Hey, bread? Are you finished your first proof yet? Why isn't my kitchen on the internet?

Wow. I just read a chapter and a half of Chasing Jerseys on amazon.com. I guess if you're gonna bang any kind of celebrity as a way of life, no need to be shy about it. But, seriously, her blog tells you how to take the best kind of sext pictures.

I CANNOT LOOK AWAY.

Oh, wait...my bread needs (I can't believe I just typed that...) me.

I am eating my new TJs love, dark chocolate peanut butter cups, and drinking a mojito made with good rum and homemade lime cordial. This officially qualifies as a good day.

My day was soured because I thought Peaches and Sweet Cream ice cream would be tasty, and it was really disgusting. Metallic and chemical-tasting. Can't get rid of the taste.

Remember when the internet was small and you could keep track of all the memes? Even with a website dedicated to keeping you up to date, it's hard. I keep seeing rebuttal memes where I've never heard of what they're responding to.

Oh, and wondering--sites will say "This is the viral video for Batman". What does that mean? I mean, to me viral means it's spreading by word of mouth and from fan to fan, which means you can't release a viral video so much as you release a video and hope it goes viral. Does that make sense?

Does that make sense?

Yes, but not if you work in a marketing dept somewhere. If you're in marketing, you release a viral video and then work hard to promote it by touting its virility.

As far as I read it, if only entertainment sites link to/show the video, it's not viral. It's just...released. Back in the day when you had to work out the clues and piece the puzzle together to find the loot, and then share it with your thousand best pals, that's viral.

My sister is like a hawk over any possible display of vanity by my mother. So I get an email every time she takes another step back to normal. First it was putting in her earrings, then it was manicure, and apparently today she's put her bangles (she used to wear five or six gold bangles every day) and a head tie and is going off to a wedding.

A wedding no one TOLD me about. I know I can't make it down for every random wedding, but sheesh. When a childhood friend gets married, tell a girl, will you?

Going to a wedding is good, but yeah, it'd be nice to know about upcoming weddings.

Whale watching! Even if you don't see whales, you're on a boat.

We were on a boat! And did see whales! And sharks, and a seal. It was good, and the people-watching was excellent. We got the tickets on a Living Social deal, so there were a lot of that kind of people around, as well as the expected families. Then we wandered around a bit and went to my new favorite Saturday bar. (I bet it's mobbed after work.) So that was a good day.

Bread. In oven.

It's really never as much work as I pretend it is...well, if you don't count the dirty dishes I'm going to avoid washing for as long as possible...

And I like this bread better than most breads I buy...

It's just like the ice cream thing. Lazy, lazy, lazy.

There was this chick at krav who some of the guys talked trash about--she was wont to wear tops cut down to her navel and press her boobs against the arms of the highest ranking man in the room. Let's just say, they weren't kind.

A few years ago, I'm going through Comic Con reportage, and boom! I mean, whoa. How often do you find out that not only is someone you know a cosplayer, but they're kinda the cosplayer. For a year or so, if you googled "wonder woman cosplay" she came up first. Even now, if you throw "comic con" into that search, she's in the top 10.

But what I couldn't work out was--did this work in her favour with the guys, or what?

I suppose they were the kind of shits who'd have slept with her anyway, even if they talked trash.

blueberry scones in the oven.