Another question.

Is this photo for real or has someone photoshopped man-arms on to Madonna?

Question.

Could someone please tell me why telecommunications companies, banks and other such organisations say to you at the end of a call, 'Is there anything else I can help you with?'

I know that they're supposed to be asking in goodwill but it always seems to me to be the most pointless question they could ask. And I'm sure all the people who ask that question get really sick of all the smarty pants who say things like:

'Yes, I'm having trouble finding the lever to open my bonnet on my car, you wouldn't know where it is, would you?'

'The winning lotto numbers would be a start'.

'You don't happen to know a good mechanic, do you ?'

Also it's not like they're trying to upsell, 'Would you like fries like that?'

So if someone could explain the logic behind why hundreds of support staff are forced to endure the daily torture of having to ask that question, that would be peachy.

And is it just a New Zealand thing, or is this an international problem?

Sigh.

(Small font means I'm whispering).

Some people try and rid the world of famine and poverty and then there's shallow and flippant types like me who go on crusades to rid the world pointless questions.

Bloody lucky I'm not an animal cause Noah would have never let me on the Arc.

I turn my back for a couple of decades and suddenly the Street is not what it used to be.

Okay, so I'm not it's target audience but check out this from Sesame Street. (Ten bucks says you don't last longer than thirty seconds).



Me, I prefer vintage Sesame Street.

I love Oscar. Think Johnny is pretty special as well.

And while we're talking about Oscar, did you know he started out orange ? And that in Germany he's called Rumpel aus der Tonne which means Rumpel from the wheelie bin.

Being an uber star, he's featured in a handful feature films and few other telly shows (Scrubs, The Simpsons, Southpark to name a few) but I do love what he said in The Great Muppet Caper. Miss Piggy had just hurled Peter Ustinov (now she's one broad who catapults the term 'high maintenance' into a whole different league) into a pile of boxes and Oscar emerges and says, 'Hey, what's all the racket?'

Peter Ustinov: 'What are you doing here?'

Oscar: 'A very brief cameo'.

Peter Ustinov: 'Me too'.

My shoes don't eat meat.

Brother-in-law alerted me to this event. (I'm linking to it, cause you wouldn't believe me otherwise).

But just so do you don't have to go there (gawd listen to me, these days a click is even a drag), here it is in all it's glory.

'We're hosting another party selling certified cruelty free women's shoes. Anyone interested in women's vegan shoes are welcome to come along.

For those of you have been to previous parties, please note that we have a new range!

This party is hosted by Vegan Style.

Feel free to forward this invitation on to anyone you think might be interested.'

Hope to see you there :)

Okaaaaaay. Obviously I have a few questions.

Since when did shoes evolve so highly that they could eat, (apart from your bank balance or your heels) ?

Or, have I got it wrong and are they cruelty free cause they're a state of the art, ergonomic masterpiece that won't give you blisters or make your feet hurt?(But just make you look sensible).

Hmm not sure.

Anyway, if you're interested pop along to 50 Hope St in Spotswood, Melbourne tomorrow between 4.00- 5.30 and you can check out their new range.

Somehow, I can't see me getting there.

Question.

Just how excited are those Spanish miners right now ?

Except, possibly, for the guy whose coming out to meet both his wife and his lover.

You know you're living in 2010 when...

...your mother and sister are in Uzbekistan and your 73 year old father rings you and says, 'I felt like some boiled eggs, then I realised I had no clue how to make them. So, I Googled it......'

Outstanding.

And on that note, I've got some work to be getting on with, back in a week.

Tootlepip!

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

Okay, I will stop stealing other people's discoveries, like small furry animals. And I promise I will start putting some thought into my posts, but I'm lazy and this is just too ridiculously good to ignore.

I found the sleepy kitty over at Popbitch.



Now, if you're thinking that the kitty cat scored an epic fail on finding a comfy bed, well, think again.



Proof that if you really want to sleep in a teacup, you can.

Particularly if you're a kitten.