OK, I haven’t posted for a long time. So sue me, I moved country and got busy. I moved from a country where it rains prolifically to one where it hardly ever rains at all, and got busy. And missed rain. Until I found A WEBSITE THAT SIMULATES RAIN.
If you have my problem (peoples of the desert, unite) enjoy.
[Credit goes to Ashleigh for discovering Rainy Mood.]
Penpals may be old news but this is interesting; RANDOM penpals. It’s like chatroulette via snailmail, with some obvious advantages (unless they start selling postcards of naked men). I haven’t tried it but I’m tempted. I bet the anticipation is awesome; that mental “who’s writing my postcard now? Where are they? When will I get it?!” conversation. Like when you’re tracking a parcel from amazon - ooh, I get shivers!! What’s better than knowing something is winging its way towards you??
Not to mention that this testimonial on the front page stole my heart:
“It has opened up the world to me, a non-traveler. I have seen places and exchanged words with people I would have never met before. It has given me something to share with my 90 yr old grandmother and she is as excited to get the mail as me. Every day a new corner of the globe is illuminated.”
Yvonne, Southwest Florida
Her grandma, guys! Her 90-year-old grandma! Do it for the grandmas.
Two strange and interesting photo blogs have come my way in as many days. Today Dear Photograph, which is beautiful, cathartic, creative, nostalgic. Something like PostSecret without the voyeurism. Yesterday, the rather more questionable joys of Babes at the Museum, which features pictures of babes. In museums. I kind of love the way they’ve taken high-brow art galleries and turned them into another place to check out girls, just for its brazen superficiality.
http://dearphotograph.com/ (Credit to Angela for finding it)
I’ve been waiting to share this blog for like FOREVER but it was kinda ugly looking and she kept writing about uninteresting things and posting without pictures or whatever. A blog without pictures is like a world with no creme eggs … or a book or something. Ew. Which is why I haven’t been posting either, because for some reason tumblr isn’t letting me insert photos (well, that and because I’ve been trying to finish my degree #perpetualstudent).
Anyway now Crumpets is back up to speed you can enjoy the distilled (fermented and fortified) wisdom of a similarly graduation-shy American Croatian in Milan.
Suck on THAT, 80,176,654,491! I beat you to it! Yes, I am the eighty billion, one hundred and seventy-six million, six hundred and fifty-four thousand, four hundred and ninetieth person to walk this earth. (Probably give or take a couple, unless the first homo sapiens were meticulous record-keepers). What’s that you say, Joseph? “Give me a number instead of a name”? Just follow the link above.
I was going to say that in these times of famine and suffering in East Africa, it is our duty as human beings to do our bit by playing Freerice until our vocabulary-storing capacity is exhausted and our eyes glassy. Unfortunately, they’re not supplying rice to East Africa.* So you’ll just have to do it for the love of language (and the Cambodians). Luckily once you start, it’s impossibly addictive.
* Find out why here http://www.dailykos.com/story/2011/07/27/999430/-Freericecom-%E2%80%93-A-quarter-of-a-million-grains
Well, summer is a slow season for procrastination and I’m amazed to find that I’ve been so caught up pretending to care about my friends, family and future that I haven’t come across a single online discovery worth sharing.
Before this bizarre intrusion of reality into my life, however, I was having a lovely time going exam-crazy and only got through with the help of two new friends:
Obviously any procrastinoob with access to the Cheezburger multiverse could find these but I didn’t think they’d actually be funny. Then again, maybe you have to be an English teacher …
Despite watching the wedding from start to finish I was left feeling confused and unsatisfied, like the unlucky soul sat behind Princess Beatrice and The Hat, and couldn’t shake the sensation until I realised I HAD TO SEE THE CAKE. I was sure I’d find it on Cake Wrecks, the blog whose winning combo of confectionary and witty captioning won it a place in my heart, but no such luck. Blogger Jen’s response to the princely palaver was, however, hilarious: http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-04-30T09%3A30%3A00-04%3A00&max-results=2.
I finally found pictures of the edible edifice, courtesy of the British Monarchy’s flickr page (http://www.flickr.com/photos/britishmonarchy/5669677334/in/set-72157626482739185/) via my favourite fashion blog, the utterly sardonic gofugyourself.com. The Fug Girls went crazier over the wedding hoopla than I would ever have predicted, proving once again that Everybody Adores The British Royals Except The British. (The woman I lived with in Chile swore undying love for Prince Charles - it’s amazing anything surprises me now). You and I, however, can fake disdain and skip straight to the site’s sassy, funny articles about regular fashion faux-pas (for truly original style inspiration, search for Bai Ling and Nicki Minaj).