This and That

This is my very first blog post from my shiny new iPad. I'm in love with it! Even if I am having some trouble locating the button for the ' symbol.

We also got a very shiny new fridge. It's the first new fridge I have ever owned and it is amazeballs. It even has a kind of new fridge smell.

I'm currently on night shift, which pretty much means I have no life. I sleep, I get up around the time Chyken gets home from work, we hang out for a few hours and then I go to work. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Once I'm at work it's not all bad. I work with cool people and we have a laugh. This week I've been doing some very repetitive stuff though and to be honest I'm a bit over it. I've been drinking a LOT of this...

I've applied for a promotion. Don't want to say too much in case I jinx it, but keep your bits crossed for me, eh?

In three weeks I am going to Queensland and let me tell you, if I don't see some sun I want my money back!

There's not really any other news to report.

What's been going on in your world?  If you have an iPad, what apps MUST I get?  Do you have a favourite one to blog from? Do I ask too many questions?

Dollars Vs Sense - Part Two

Thank you all for such an amazing response to yesterday's post.

Today I realised I have more to say on the subject, so here goes nothing.

Once again, this is not aimed at anyone in particular and I wasn't paid to write it, or even given any jaffas.

13. Part of the reason I wrote the post yesterday was in response to some people's reaction to announcement of The Remakables Group.  I want to clarify something before I say anything else.  I have nothing against The Remarkables Group, or any of the bloggers that are considered remarkable.  In fact, if you asked me who my ten best favourite bloggers in the whole world were, several of them would come from that group.  Several of them wouldn't.

14. I think the idea of The Remarkables Group is brilliant.  To all the people who seem to be annoyed that they aren't considered remarkable, there is nothing stopping you starting your own agency for bloggers.  Perhaps you're just pissy that someone else thought of it first?

15. Imagine for a minute that you HAD thought of the idea first, wouldn't you want to have people on your books who are going to make you money?  I dare say you would, otherwise you wouldn't run an agency, you'd have a website that listed every blogger ever.  And we already have that, it's called Google.

16. It seems to me that whenever a blogger gets recognised, either by sponsorship or some sort of award, there are a lot of people who want to bring that blogger down.  Why not just be happy that an award for blogging exists in the first place? 

17. To me, blogging is a lot like music.  It is VERY subjective.  Everyone's tastes are different and that's part of what makes it so great!  Just because I happen to think John Farnham has the best voice ever doesn't mean you will like him.  I cannot for the life of me understand why doof doof is considered 'music'.  They all have their place.  Let it be.

18.  In addition to learning the difference between 'your' and 'you're' can you please learn the difference between 'there', 'their' and 'they're'?  It's really not that hard, promise.  Also, there is no such word as 'alot'.

19. I am a very, very, very teeny minnow in a very large pond of an amazing blogosphere.  I'm not pretending to be anything more.  Would I like to be a bigger fish? Sure, but if I stay small, that's OK too.

20. Why do posts I bang out in 30 minutes get an amazing response and yet the ones I spend ages on and agonise over every word in are only read by Chyken?

21. Please stop caring what other people think of you.  Just write.  That's what it's all about.  Well, that and the Hokey Pokey, but mainly it's about you and your words.

22.  If all else fails and you are really, completely and genuinely upset that you weren't chosen to be one of the 'cool kids', turn your bloody computer off and go and engage in the real world for a while.

23. Here's another picture of my cat.  You're welcome.

Dollars Vs Sense

What follows is a collection of my thoughts about the monetisation of blogs.

It has been written by me, who really should be asleep, but I find if I don't write when the mood strikes me then I forget what I wanted to stay and so it is left unsaid.

It is not aimed at anyone in particular, nor was I paid to write it.





1. Blogging is not high school so why are people acting like it is?  I really thought I left all that bullshit behind years ago.

2. Who cares if someone you thought wasn't as good as you became head cheerleader?  Is it really going to matter in the long run?  Not sure about you, but the 'popular' kids from my time at high school haven't turned out any better than anyone else as adults, despite what I thought at the time.

3. Some of the blogs I love the most are obviously monetised, some aren't.  If YOU like the blog, who cares?

4. If someone wants to pay you to write words on a screen, and you want them to pay you, go for it. I wish all my hobbies had the potential of payment.

5. The first time someone approached me and offered to pay me to write something here I laughed.  I asked them if they were joking.  The assured me they weren't.  The feeling of pride I had when that money hit my bank account was amazing.  

6. I like Blogger.  Wordpress scares me.

7. Just because someone IS being paid doesn't make them better than you. Just because you've got a 'I'll never have ads blah blah blah' policy doesn't make you any better either.

8. It's not brain surgery, it's words on a page.  Yeah, there are some blogs that are 'making a difference', but they are few and far between.

9. The blogs I enjoy reading and the blogs you enjoy reading are not necessarily the same blogs.  That doesn't make my favourite blog better than yours, it makes it different.

10. Grow up, get over it. Here's a novel idea, be happy for people who get paid. If you want to get paid & aren't, then stop bitching about it and do something about it. Approach more brands, do a writing course. Learn the freaking difference between you're and your.

11. I'm going back to bed now, so I can be awake tonight to do the job that consistently pays me.

12. Here is a picture of my cat.  Enjoy.

Puss... in Boots!

***Updated*** There is also a Part Two of this post. Click here to read it.

Trentham Spudfest 2012

One cold Saturday, Chyken took me on a craptastic adventure.

We went to Trentham, to Spudfest 2012!

Trentham is a lovely little town, not too far from the castle.  There were three markets there.  And a man with an assortment of animals in his ute. I wanted to take one home, but Chyken rightly pointed out that we don't have a ute.

However, he couldn't say no when we found a stall selling BEE hats!!!  It even has wings!!!

They had twirly potatoes on sticks.  If you have never had a twirly potato on a stick then the next time you see them for sale you should RUN to the stall and get yourself one!  So great we went back for seconds!

I met Mr Spud.  He was lovely and didn't even try to feel me up, like so many mascots these days do.

We went on a bus tour to see some Spud Huts.  No idea what a spud hut is?  Nah, I didn't either this morning.  Turns out they were huts built in ye olde dayes by the spud farmers for the spud pickers to live in.  There are lots still standing around Trentham.

This one was pretty basic. No power or anything, basically a room with a fireplace and room for a bed.

This is Reg.  He had just come from the paddock where he had been picking potatoes and knows quite a lot about Trantham, pubs and spuds.  He made very good friends with Chyken, sat next to him on the bus and everything.

This is a brick spud hut.  Once again, pretty basic inside, but somewhat less draughty than the wooden ones that weren't sealed up from the weather.  It's very cold in Trentham.  Reg told us a story about a potato picker who took his boots off one cold day and two of his toes stayed in the boot.

We stopped at this pub, I think mainly so Reg could get a drink, but also to hear some tales of spud farming from one of the district's old timers.  Interesting stuff.

The photo doesn't really do these chickens justice, they were HUGE!  Or maybe just very fluffy, either way, they were very cool.

And they live in a very posh looking chook house.  Glass windows!

This was the last spud hut we saw.  There was a man who lived in this hut until he died at 90.  Apparently when the current owners bought the land, he came with it.  They had power put on for him, but he still washed in the creek nearby and had no toilet.

I should mention that he didn't die until 2004.

He lived in these conditions until 2004! Amazing!

After we had another twirly potato it was time to go home.  On the way home we saw the biggest group of alpacas I have ever seen.  Alpacas are Chykens favourite animal.  Do you know what the collective noun for a group of alpacas is?  Nah, me either.  I tried to look it up, but it would appear no one is really sure.  Some say flock, some say herd.  My favourite suggestion was a 'Spittoon of Alpacas'.  I'm gonna go with that!

This was a wonderful way to spend a Saturday.  We are so lucky to live where we live!



Do you love craptastic things as much as I do? What's the most craptastic thing you've been to or seen?

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