Yes, this blog has devolved into a collection of the YouTube clips that have me chuckling to myself in the library. It's not like I haven't tried to write something more substantial. It's just that in the past few weeks I've been trying to make more of myself as a 'writer,' and whenever that happens I get horrendously self conscious and word constipated. I've drafted several entries in clunky, Little Lord Fauntleroy-ish tones on some article from Saturday's Age on the increase of children admitted to hospital for eating disorders (my razor-sharp analysis - no shit, sherlock), my carefully honed ability to say embarassing things loudly in bars right when the glassie comes, and my girl Jessie's birthday. Sensibly, I decided to keep these off the public record.

In the meantime I'll continue to have dirty thoughts about Samantha Bee. Please watch to the very end. Also, this video will be funnier if you are familiar with that ottoman humping video. I assume, of course, you are. Might as well watch it again, just to be sure.



As an aside, I finally met the delightful Momo last night. She is sweet and has lovely hair. Blogging old school 4eva.