1. Reply to this post and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

apurplepatch requested more information about the following icons...

( Away! )

I had a dream last night that I held a tiny baby in the palm of my hand - pink, wrinkly and scared. I was giving it a bath but it started to drown. I administered CPR, one pinkie pushing down on the tiny chest. It coughed and sputtered but it died right there in my hand. It never had a chance to grow up.

Then I woke up to hear my phone ringing, and the person on the other end told me that Michael Jackson had died.

There are no words for how I feel, mainly because i'm still waiting to feel something profound. Perhaps i'm in shock. Something has yet to register inside my brain. The world has lost a musical genius, and I respected his work greatly. So why aren't I crying or screaming? I don't think it will hit me until later tonight, when a few friends may be coming over to pay tribute to him. I don't dare if i'm sick and drowning in phlegm. We need to make a toast to the dearly departed.

I mourn for Farrah as well, but I honestly didn't connect with her the way I did with Michael.

EDIT: Michael, thank you for being part of our lives and for sharing your extraordinary gifts with the world. I fear that you were too great for this world, but we thank you for being here. Wherever you are, I hope that you look back on your life and know that you did a great job - and that you were loved.

Hippy Hippy Shake - updated. Bon apetit!

Amazon (I won't give them additional promotion and hits by linking to their website) has been de-ranking books that contain "adult" material (ie. anything to do with sexuality, including self-help and fiction), effectively removing them from search results and best-seller lists that are compiled using these rankings. I am disgusted at this level of censorship.

Here is a list of the de-ranked books. Not even a children's suicide prevention publication is safe.

So what can you do? There's nothing like an old-fashioned Google-bomb Party. Amazon Rank!

Read more about the censorship and homophobia here.

A word to Amazon: It is not up to you to impose moral judgments on your customers. We can do that for ourselves.

Wow. The silence is deafening.

Wuv me?

Snagged from kristyleemel

1. YOUR NAME: Kirri

2. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME (mother and father's middle names): Anne Blank (Dad doesn't have a middle ame)

3. NASCAR NAME (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad): Wladyslaw George

4. STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name): Lie Ki

5. DETECTIVE NAME (favorite color, favorite animal): Blue Feline

6. SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, town where you were born): Louise Regina Toronto

7. SUPERHERO NAME (second favorite color, favorite drink, add "THE" to the beginning): The Silver Pinot

8. FLY NAME (first 2 letters of first name, last 2 letters of your last name): Ki Li

9. ROCK STAR NAME (current pet's name, current street name): Beau York

10. MOVIE NAME (first pet, street you grew up on): Jack Orana

11. YOUR GANGSTA NAME (first 3 letters of real name plus "izzle"): Kirizzle

12. YOUR IRAQI NAME (second letter of your first name, third letter of your last name, first two letters of your middle name, last two letters of your first name then last three letters of your last name): Ieloriins

13. YOUR GOTH NAME (black, the name of one of your pets): Black Abbey

14. STRIPPER NAME (name of your favorite perfume/cologne, favorite candy): Harajuku Lollipop

Gacked from g_woman82:

( Empire Magazine has revealed its list of the 50 Greatest TV Shows ever. )

Last year I mentioned that the Department of Broadband, Communications and the Digital Economy invited citizens to submit papers for their ABC/SBS review. I submitted something in regards to light entertainment, making a point of mentioning GNW, The Sideshow, The Glass House etc.

They actually published it.

I am recovering from my weekend with my beloved Move Trees. It's not often that I become so enamored with a band. Being in their presence is like being enveloped in a warm hug (and there are plenty of actual hugs involved as well!). I don't know if this would make such sense to some of you, but a band like this can bring out the very best in you. They make me feel at peace.

( I found you... )

Assertive
Busty
Clean
Daydreamer
Eager
Fag-hag
Gregarious
Humourous
Instinct-driven
Joker
KIRRI!
LIEPINS!
Monogamous
Nice
Open
Passionate
Quirky
Real
Silly
Trustworthy
Underestimated
Voluptuous
Wino
X-rated mind
Yackety-yak
Zany

Tagged by apurplepatch

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged.

( The summer wind came blowin' in from across the sea... )

I have...

1. Been taken on a tour of Ubud (Bali) by a friendly elephant.

2. Performed the Thriller dance with the cast of Spicks & Specks.

3. Been interviewed for an industry publication.

4. Put my hand in a mousetrap and watched my boobs bounce merrily out of a corset for the sake of entertainment.

5. Participated in an attempt to break the Guinness World Record for Most People Performing the YMCA Dance At The Same time. (Side note: We missed out.)

6. Participated in a unisex streak on the Pacific Highway.

7. Had my own radio program.

8. Hugged Bert from Sesame Street.

9. Crash-tackled a man who was holding up a sign that read: "Can I have a hug?"

10. Organized an audience-participation screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Yoinked from The Food Pornographer (whose blog I am thoroughly addicted to - I can spend hours drooling over the pictures!).

Canned Tuna. Whether it's Greenseas or Home Brand, I love it. Sometimes I eat it every day of the week, be it as part of sandwiches or in salads.

Pomegranate. It's a very seasonal fruit, which is why I try to stock up as soon as it's around. I think I stained my work desk @ 456 Records with pomegranate. (A worker in an accompanying office, who produced the Aussie Queer Eye, asked me how they are to be consumed. "You eat the seeds," I replied, though I don't - I suck the flesh off the seeds and then discard them. "You eat the seeds?" he repeated. "How very anti-initiative." Hmmph.)

Cheese. Weakness, thy name is Cheese. I love it all - cheddar, vintage, tasty, cream, camembert, feta, parmesan ("Can't you smell that?!" cries David), the 'gourmet' flavours etc. If it is placed in front of me, there it goes, down, down into my belly...

Chicken caesar salad. I love chicken full-stop, but I particularly love a good 'Chick Cea Sa'. I don't mind the occasional egg, but I have one demand: DO NOT put anchovies in it. If I see anchovies, you can bet you'll get a fork in your eye.

Atlantic salmon. It has to be Atlantic - the others just won't do. Perfect with pesto.

Filo triangles. I'm talking about the spinach-and-ricotta-filled filos. I love watching the pastry crumble away. It has to be ricotta cheese, though, otherwise it's more fattening.

Almonds and Pistachios. I'm cheating by putting them both together. I could eat these all day. Sometimes I do.

Beef ravioli with carbonara sauce. I only have this every now and then, which is why I regard it as a treat. The combination of the ravioli and the creamy carbonara makes me feel warm and happy.

Chips or wedges with garlic aioli. I try to make my own chips if I want it at home, but if i'm out I could go either way. It's the aioli that really tops it off. But I have to find a much healthier aioli than the Neil Perry brand.

Strawberries. Actually, any fruit that I make into a salad, cover with fat-free French vanilla yoghurt and sprinkle with shredded coconut. Perfect for Summer, though very filling.

After a year of tests and experimental medications, I have been given Naramig, which inhibits the production of serotonin and narrows the blood vessels in order to stop the debilitating pain of migraine. The first test run of the new drug occurred this afternoon, when I was standing at a bus stop and I felt the all too familiar aura. Knowing I had to hit it on the head as quickly as possible (as mine come very quickly), I ran around the corner to my house and took the drug. Then I sat and waited. 20 minutes later, it started taking effect. Knowing I was too drowsy to take a bus, but insisting that I run my important errands nonetheless, I ordered a taxi and took the two-minute trip into the main street of town. Any passer-by must have thought i'd just emerged from the pub - I was doing that "i'm-out-to-lunch-but-pretending-i'm-fine" walk. At one point I closed my eyes for two seconds as I walked and nearly stepped on a child.

Now i've gone in the opposite direction and have become wired, to the point where I made up a merry tune that brought some badly-needed humour to the situation. Feel free to add some lines to this!

(To the tune of "That's Amore")

Sometimes before migraine arrives
You get warnings that cut like knives...

When the light hits your eye and you think you could die - that's an aura
When your body will shake 'fore the head starts to ache - that's an aura
When your vision is blurred and your speech becomes slurred - that's an aura
When you're down in a hunch and you bring up your lunch - that's an aura

(Why can I envision this post appearing on metaquotes?)

P.S. The good news is that the drug doesn't interact with alcohol ("Hurrah!" cries the goon in the fridge) and it increases metabolism. Ooh yeah.

mrben, the latest member of the Rock Solid family, is a nominee in the 2008 Musicoz Awards. They are currently sitting at #19 in the public voting category, but obviously we want them to hit #1. Right? Right?

So I need y'all to do me a favour - well, the favour really isn't for me, but i'd love you even more than I already do if you'd grab your mobile phones, click on the following link and text your vote for mrben.



By the way, their official album launch will be held at the Annandale Hotel on Wednesday November 19. The two support acts will be announced shortly. We've been working very hard on this launch and i'd love to see you there. You'll have to come if you want me to express my love for you physically.

Chookers.

Warning: I'm about to have another whinge. I'll understand if you want to scroll past it. Go ahead.

I believe I am in the 'hangover' stage of what has been the longest and most agonizing migraine I have experienced. Six days is now my personal best, if you could call it that. I'll save you every single detail, but it did get to the stage where I was having fits and vomiting. For about three minutes in there, I didn't know where I was (I was in my old bedroom at my family's house, and i'm still here as i'm not out of the woods yet). The only time I left the house was to go to the John Hunter Hospital for my 24-hour Holter monitor. My heart is fine, at least 'electronically', so there's one potential cause eliminated. I have to go back on Monday morning for a 24-hour ambulatory EEG, which involves wires being attached to my head. I am very tempted to walk around without covering up the wires and cap, and chase after people while screaming like a maniac!

I had a good cry yesterday morning when I attempted to call somebody re: postponing a meeting. I tried to work out how to explain it to him in a way I haven't done before, as he clearly still didn't understand. But I just sat there in silence, listening to his breathing down the line. I hung up and burst into tears. My dad walked in and eventually calmed me down enough for me to explain why I was so upset. He offered to make the call on my behalf and I allowed him to do it as I tried to clean myself up.

It's very hard for me to accept it when anyone says, "I understand what you're going through". My immediate response, at least in my mind, is, "No, you really don't." They understand how bad a headache can be, yes. But it's the other stuff that they can't quite grasp. For one, a migraine, at least the kind I have, is basically a minor stroke. Try having multiple strokes in a week and see how YOU feel. I have missed out on a multitude of great jobs because of it. I'm technically disabled. It dictates what I do every single day. My social life is being shot to ribbons as I am constantly having to bail at the last minute. (I'm waiting for them to hate me for it, too.) Hopefully I will be put on a treatment program and it will all be managed. But as it is right now, it is out of control. World, please be patient and don't make me feel so awful.

Well, that was unexpected. I tried logging into LJ, but all I got was this image:



Is that the LiveJournal icon for 'FAIL'? The best 404 message ever?

Ongoing internet problems. Woe. Right now it's shooting like a motherfucker, but only because i've had to disconnect the filter. Optus is being oh so helpful by sending another filter, in order to 'piggyback' the cordless phone we have. So for the next three days, we can't use the land line.

I'd imagine this is how the conversation with Kassi will go once she gets home:

ME: I installed the new modem.
KASS: That's good!
ME: It still wouldn't connect for ages, and when it did, it was unbelievably slow.
KASS: That's bad.
ME: But I did an isolation test and figured out the problem.
KASS: That's good!
ME: We can't use the filter the way it is, so no land line for us.
KASS: That's bad.
ME: But Optus is sending us another filter.
KASS: That's good!
ME: With no instructions on how to piggyback it.
KASS:...*brain explodes*