Herein lies The Cookie* from Canberra - opened, prodded, but ultimately intact and authorised by customs.

Delivered to my mailbox in a cracked plastic takeaway container, The Cookie buried itself in the ziplock bag shamed that it had failed to arrive under the guise of an “ornament”, its box sullied with the white tape that had been sternly stamped across.

“AUTHORISED BY CUSTOMS“

Still, it smells as good as it looks…

* full credit for The Cookie to the bumblicious Bobo.

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prij: maybe i’m girlier than i think i am
maybe THAT’s the problem

hawkeye: heeellooooo, cupcake hoodie!

prij: everyone likes to eat cupcakes alright
not just girls

hawkeye: i think the guys would be more comfortable eating savoury muffins

prij: this would be an interesting survey to run

hawkeye: but that wouldn’t look too cute on a hoodie

prij: what are some manly vegetables for a savoury muffin
zucchini and bacon

hawkeye: yep

prij: “zuchinni and bacon muffins or double chocolate cupcakes”

hawkeye: not sundried tomatoes - they might be a bit gay

prij: hmm
i can see what you are getting at

hawkeye: chocolate is quite blokey
rasperry with pink icing
and sprinkles

prij: then you are creating a cupcake bias

hawkeye: well…
maybe the first question should be “what do you visualise when hearing the word cupcake?”

prij: but of course they will visualise that but that’s not the point - what they visualise is a cupcake steretype placed on them by a cupcake-biased society
where cupcakes are pink and frilly and live in kitchens

hawkeye: and girly
i rest my case

prij: you know what, i don’t like your attitude

hawkeye: maybe a cupcake would help
or a savoury muffin

Well the only way to solve this is with a universal vote. On a scale of 1 - 10, how girly are cupcakes. And while you’re voting, on the same scale, how girly is this panda?

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My first encounter with blueberries was at a relatively young age around a primary school friend’s wooden kitchen table. As we sat there and I gazed with awe around her humongous mansion, packaged American food and doll’s house with silver-plated doll dishes, her mom¹ placed a freshly baked deep-dish blueberry pie between us.

As you can imagine, I was pretty excited. Being from a tropical island I’d only ever seen blueberries in the movies, so eating a real-life freshly baked blueberry pie with creamy American ice cream was like a new kind of heaven for me.

It was that day my obsession with blueberries started. I devoted my life to replicating the pie that woman had made, but to this day have not been able to reconstruct the taste sensation. However in my travels I did discover that canned blueberries are quite different to fresh blueberries, and it was in fact, canned blueberries that were used in the sweet sweet pie.

Which brings me to fresh blueberries. We’ve been adding them to our cereal in the mornings (because they’re everywhere dammit, how can you resist the berry pressure) and I’m always a little surprised when I find myself eating one. It’s like eating a thick-skinned flavoured blue bubble that, despite the intial chewing pop-shock, leaves a pleasant aftertaste and me yearning for more.

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The amount of crap littering Pay TV never ceases to annoy me. We pay over $100 a month for over 100 channels, yet on a perfectly good rainy day when all I want to do is watch a decent show, I can’t find one. Instead I’m monotonously surfing through the channels - not really watching anything but hoping that if I do it for long enough, one of them will eventually show something worthwhile regardless of the fact that the program guide, which might be working if it’s a lucky day, is as barren as the lawn in Dominion Road.

Yet I keep doing it like I’m in some kind of trance, watching the numbers go up as I flick from one channel to the next, counting up to 160, 170.. the radio channels… ah there we go back to 1! It takes approximately 2 minutes to switch between them, and 10 minutes to complete the entire cycle. It’s synonymous to surfing a crappy website - even if it offers no interest or education value, I’ll click on a banner ad or two if I’m bored enough. Oh what’s that they’re advertising on Prime? Let me check it out. Nope it looks crap. Let’s go through the channels again.

Like those days when you’re bored at work (which, incidentally, I never have), Googling and Wikipedia-ing anything and everything to end up at some naked boob cake website, which, despite being atrociously hideous and even a tad wrong, is shamefully intriguing.

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I’m thinking it’s time for a layout update. Of course this means that I’m putting something off. I just need to look at my ever-growing to-do list and figure out what it is.

Also: I’m sick of all the spam comments I’ve been getting. I hate to do this but I’m thinking of enabling the registration on the site so that only registered members can post comments, and the spam can go to hell. I say GRRRR.

In other news, there’s been a lot of geekiness and cake-eating going on. During one of my good cake-eating times*, some guy broke into our house (that’s right, someone got through the fort security) and helped himself to some of our goodies, namely the few things of any monetary value that we had.

He didn’t take any cake. But then, he didn’t bring any either. I think I sort of dislike him.

* may not be actual time during which event occured.

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