Many have asked me what the heck is going on over here and why I’ve suddenly stopped posting.

My answer is lame, but it’s the only one I’ve got. My laptop has recently passed away after a long and noble service of five-ish years.
I bought her years ago in New York for $300 from a guy I know who “saw it fall off a truck” and when I received her she came loaded with programs galore so who knows, she could even be older.

I do know that whenever I took her into the apple store for service issues the counter staff would always WOW over how old it is and how yeah, it’s still working just fine thanks. I use heavy loading programs like photoshop all the time as well!

Thankfully, I backed up the memory about a week prior to her passing, so I’m not too stressed about data, but yeah, posting is going to continue to remain thin until I can scrape together the funds to purchase replacement (not that a loyal companion like that can ever *really* be replaced, but you know what I mean).

I’ve certainly been saving up some stories to share with you as the non-stop ridiculosity of my life hasn’t lessened an ounce, but for now, thanks for your patience. Hopefully I’ll be back shortly.

xoShilo

After many many nights of frustration, testing and research, I’m totally psyched to have clicked activate on the new theme for Yikes Machine.

This new theme is significant in that I designed and coded the entire thing myself.

I’ve always wanted to build wordpress themes, but found PHP to be intimidating like whoa.

After a couple months of reading tutorials on www.w3schools.com and fiddling with the previous pre-made theme, I gained the confidence to give it a go.

If you’re reading this post via a feedreader, click on over to check it out.
Please don’t hesitate to let me know if something looks wonky. I tried to cross check it in as many browsers as I could, but you really never know with these things.

Anyway, that’s all. Just giving myself a little pat on the back.

I woke up inspired today.

It was a huge improvement from yesterday’s wakeup in searing pain because my wisdom teeth suddenly decided to speak up about some key issues they have serious feelings about.
It seems my two lower wisdom teeth have had it up to here with feeling like second-class teeth to the rest of my lower jaw.
I’m not sure exactly what their demands are, but I have a feeling it involves emancipation from what they consider a toxic and negative social environment in my mouth.
I was 100% sympathetic to their plight so I called in sick to my last day of work (not a flake! swear!) and spent the day from dentist to hospital to pharmacy. Examining, x-raying, appointment setting, medicating, and kissing any money we have goodbye.

This of course means I didn’t hop in the car with my ladies and head to the coast as planned, but instead cried about the UNFAIR and the PAAAAAIN, took a lot of drugs and wandered around my house in a fog.
Perhaps this is actually roughly equivalent to a boozy weekend vacation.

Anyway, now that I’m drugged up (THANK YOU JESUS FOR CODEINE) and more or less a zombified version of normal I woke up inspired to make some interesting soft foods that I could perhaps work into regular rotation.

Internet, this is my attempt at roasted potatoes with basil, ginger, and sweet chili sauce. It was going to be delicious.

Is it too embarrassing to admit that I never left the kitchen while this happened? That I checked on them constantly and yet somehow burnt everything to a crisp?

Damn those wisdom teeth and their demands for liberation. They’re OBVIOUSLY at fault for this one.

I’ve been unreasonably grumpy lately.
Rather than build a wall of excuses as to why it’s permissable to act like a douche, I’ve decided instead to focus on the myriad ways today ruled.

1. Tomorrow is my last shift at the bookshop and although I’ll miss the endless sass battles between management and staff, I am elated to leave behind the robotically repetitive scripts one falls into whilst cashiering.
Would you like a bag with that? One moment while I print your receipt. Blarg.
These customers have nothing to offer converationally. Bartending I heard endless interesting stories and watched dramas unfold.
This job, I mostly hear jovial ouch! reactions to the cost of text books.
Yes, you law students have to spend a pretty impressive amount on text books, but I don’t have much sympathy as you’ll likely come out a LAWYER in the end. Suck it up toots. I’m 31 and work in a bookshop, I’m not going to be the best source for professional sympathy.

2. After I finish with my last day at the bookshop tomorrow, I’m getting picked up by two girlfriends and embarking on a weekend holiday to the Gold Coast. For you non-Australian readers, the Gold Coast is to Australia what Los Angeles or perhaps Miami is to the US. Full of big-boobed bottle blondes and surfer dudes. It’s renowned for being culturally superficial and Schoolies Week, the Australian equivalent of spring break (WOOOOO!) is held there. Me and the ladies are planning on drinking lots of wine, talking trash and swimming in the pool at our hotel. Lofty goals, I know.

3. Despite having eaten a giant lunch today, it mysteriously wore off at 4:45 and I spent the time between that point and my 6:40 homecoming in SHUT UP I’M FUCKING STARVING mode, my personality nosediving right alongside my bloodsugar.
Thankfully, this all turned around with my arrival home and discovery that the fridge was stocked with an unlikely but delicious combination of foods.
A spinach, feta, and currant salad left over from last night’s dinner, a cold beer, and a pack of mi goreng, which is essentially super tasty Indonesian ramen.
Internet, you can get all foodie if you want, but THAT was a beautiful meal.

4. I found an ironing board on the sidewalk. I am, perhaps, unreasonably excited about this particular item. I’ve been trying to convince the mister that the purchase of an ironing board is a necessary expenditure in our meager budget. Much like many men, he’s never ironed a thing in his life and as such has not been very agreeable on the topic of ironing board funds allocation. My discovery of a sidewalk ironing board means all we have to pay for is a new cover and I can press things!
WHAT? I have a lot of wovens!

Have a good weekend kids, I plan to.