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So my bus crashed into a house this afternoon.

Unfortunately, I was listening to my iPhone and reading a book when it happened, so all I didn’t really see what had happened.

Apparently the bus wheels weren’t responding to the driver’s attempts to turn them, and we kept on rolling down the wet road until we hit the fence, which is about the time I started to notice that something was wrong.

I remember looking up and seeing lots of leaves through the windows. The next thing that caught my eye was the woman sitting across the aisle from me, flying into the air and crashing against the seat in front of her.

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Now that I’m looking at the photos, I wish I’d thought to take a picture through the windscreen for a different perspective.

Thankfully no one was seriously hurt. The only injuries at the time of the crash were a grazed knee and a swollen lip, although I think my knees, elbows and back are going to be very sore in the morning.

On Wednesday night last week, I got together with some friends to have a small farewell dinner for Josh, who was leaving our department to work somewhere in Orange. While having after dinner drinks, the conversation somehow went to money shots and what some people’s faces would look like if they were on the receiving end.

Here are some of the possibilities:

My Valentines Day tulips have bloomed! Aren’t they pretty? I’ve always thought that tulips are nicer than roses. At least, that’s been my opinion since a wise  bogan once told me, “Roses are nice, but tulips are classy.”

You know how you live with an awesome bunch of people, but they always do one little thing that annoys you?

For months now, I’ve been moaning over the fact that whenever we reach the end of a roll of toilet paper, someone puts a new roll in the bathroom. Now, I’m happy that a new roll gets brought in, but the housemates don’t actually take the empty roll out like you should, instead they leave the bare cardboard roll hanging there and put the new roll of toilet paper on the counter, where it will stay for a couple of days until I can’t ignore it anymore and place le papier hygiénique in the holder.

Today I was astonished to find out that people in the house are now actually placing new toilet paper rolls into the holder on the wall! Unfortunately it seems that we have yet to graduate from the next level of bathroom etiquette; How to Hang the Toilet Paper Roll.

Now as far back as I can remember, my family has always hung our toilet rolls with the paper coming out over the top (also known as overhang). It just makes sense that way. On more than one occasion  I’ve used someones bathroom and corrected their toilet paper placement method. Incorrect toilet paper positioning is an abomination unto the Lord.

A Google search on how to hang TP shows that this is a very hot topic, and since the blogs taking a pro-Overhung (hehe) stance have nicer pictures, they obviously are correct.

See? Chris Rugen at Current Config blogs some very valid points on why Overhung is better than Underhung.

Any article that is this well illustrated must be correct.

There you go, proof.

So remember: Be Good, Be Overhung.

The Blue Snowball mic that I bought off Ebay last week arrived on Tuesday, and everyday since it got here, all I’ve done before work is sit in front of the computer and record myself singing. Don’t worry, it’s a totally healthy activity.

Anyway, I decided to do my own rendition of Sophie Madeleine’s “Beardsong”. It isn’t that polished, but it was fun to do.

Here are two versions of it, the normal one, and the oolllld tiiimmeeee raaaadioooooo version.

Beardsong Cover

Beardsong Cover-Telephone

Not my light bulb planter, unfortunately

Earlier this morning, after scoffing down four Ferrero Rocher chocolate balls and reading all the new posts in Google Reader, I realised didn’t really have much to do today besides reading a book and texting people, so I decided to have a look at the starred items in Google Reader, and came across a Lifehacker post on turning old burnt out light bulbs into terrariums/vases.

The concept and the pictures were cool, so of course I wanted to do it straight away. What’s cooler than a little light bulb vase next to your monitor? The Lifehacker post linked to these easy to follow instructions on how to hollow out your own light bulb.

After hunting around the house for a while, I found an old burnt out light bulb, which was perfect, except for the fact that it was the kind that you push down and turn, rather the type that screws in. I went ahead and used it anyway, going on the assumption that all light bulbs are more or less the same.

Unfortunately for me, the inner workings of my light bulb were totally different from the bulb in the blog post.
According to the instructions, once you got the base open, you would be able to use a pair of pliers to remove the filament but my lightbulb looks like it was made out of one whole piece of glass, making it difficult to remove the filament without shattering the glass.

It looks like this craft experiment is at a dead end until I go out and buy a screw in light bulb.

Sigh.

Awesome hotel room

You know how hotel beds always have those smooooooth, comfortable sheets on them? Ever wondered why hotel linen is just so gosh-darned awesome?

It’s because it’s been washed a bajillion times by the laundry elves in the hotels basement. Do you know why they’ve washed those sheets so many times? It’s because a few thousand people have used those sheets before you.

Your sheets are comfortable because of all that sweat, drool, blood and jizz that’s been rubbed onto those sheets.

Isn’t that great?!

Give them their sunscreeeeeeeeeeen!

There are fewer places I like to spend time at more than my computer, and they’re the kitchen and the beach.

My fondness for the kitchen is pretty obvious from the pictures I’ve put up on TwitPic. I love showing off the stuff I cook (as long the food is pretty) and my love for eating is evidenced by my ever expanding waistline.

As for the beach- Ahhh the beach! Everyone loves the beach. With all the warm sand, hot people and sharks that eat other sharks, who wouldn’t have a great time at the beach?

Redheads, that’s who. I went to the beach with some friends on Sunday, and one of them happens to be a ranga (See? It is possible to be friends with one.) Sean (the ranga) had to wear a cap, a rash vest and about three litres of sunscreen which made the sand and the chips we were eating stick to him.

Poor ranga’s. Someone should set up a Red Zone on every beach with enclosed tents for the redheads to sit in and stations with thirty litre containers of sunscreen just to keep them from burning on the beach.

Poor rangas.

What’s long, wide and full of win? A package! Just like the one that arrived this afternoon!

These were comissioned from Brucey (@buccaneerbrucey on Twitter), a very talented artist who I happened to have gone to school with. He’s also started up a webcomic called Ranga Academy which only has one post up at the moment. Make sure you click the subscribe button to keep up to date on what our red haired buddy is getting up to. All I can say is that our little friend is  in a dumpster at the moment, but who knows? That may change soon…

UPDATE: You can also view a lo res digital version of the complete work at Brucey’s deviantart gallery.