Forlorn.of.thee (fa'lo:n ŭv thē), p, my only strength and stay,forlorn of thee, whither shall I betake me, where subsist?
Paradise Lost by John Milton
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Miss Me ?

Wordless Wednesday (Stolen from Lavender years ago)

Monday, May 17, 2010

The copy machine and you

Have you ever photocopied important documents in the office? Passports, bank statements, drivers license and the like?

All modern copying machines have a hard disk drive and it is very likely the image of those copies are still on that drive. Imagine what happens when the lease is up. The office gets a new machine and the old one with scans of your personal information gets shipped to Russia or maybe Nigera.

The accompany investigative video from CBS News is well worth watching.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Sometimes when I cook, I weep...

I've talked about SNAGS and men buying pantyhose, about Guy-liner and Man-scara. It's back, love this advert ..."Sometimes when I cook, I weep." Muwhahaha...



I've also blogged about tradies, the good looking plumber who knows his U-bends, the sparkie who knows how to turn it on.

Here's a Tom-Magnum-Selleck tradie in his Chesty Bond's singlet who parks his ute, grabs a stubbie from the fridge and when his partner raises her eyebrows... don's an apron!



I think I'm going to chuck...