YA Writer, Tech Support Girl & Tea Addict

(Via Tahereh Mafi)

I am so, so very guilty of this – I’m only just getting out of my shell and leaving more comments on the artists and writers I stalk follow enjoy.

Also, have a wonderful image of DC’s Tim Drake/(Red) Robin:

(Via Tennyboo)

I’m now reclaiming the phrase hackitude for daily use. You guys have such hackitude. Keep it up, and I’ll go get the magic cookies.

You may have noticed I’m using a new theme on the site today (Google Reader users, click through to see it). What do you think, do you like it? Please drop me a comment and let me know.

I was discussing the Google Analytics system recently, and ended up having a look over some of the Google Search terms leading people to my site. Some of the usual popular terms are still going strong – ‘tootsie pop’, ‘louder than god’s revolver and twice as shiny’, ‘haggis’, ‘fallen book’ and of course ‘emma maree’ – but there were some interesting ones out there in the Google Search masses.

diy game cave

If I knew how to build this, I would build a DIY Game Cave. I expect this is like your standard Man Cave but with a focus on gaming, so lots of flashing lights, a huge TV and a comfy chair. I would love to build this.

deep fried moon bar

Somebody needs to make this so I can eat it. Google doesn’t even know what a Moon bar is. We’ve got Milky Way bars and Mars bars, but no Moon bars – Mars Inc. needs to get right on that.

how to not be soppy

Fiancé’s reaction to this: “Why are they asking you?”

He’s not wrong either. I get horribly upset when I stand on peoples toes. Sometimes I even cry. I’m a terrible romantic, but I’m fantastic wimp.

Anyway, embrace being soppy. It’s cute. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

it’s party time book

Stealing this for a book title.

“IT’S PARTY TIME” by Emma Maree. Coming to all good book sellers when I find a story brilliant enough for that title.

nobody is perfect all have fallen short

You’re not wrong, but still – people are pretty awesome. Keep your heads up high, comrades. Go get some hugs.

obsessed with children’s books

There are worse things to be obsessed with. Mainly other people’s children.

artsy pigeons and ice cream

And now I’m very tempted to change the title of this blog to ‘Artsy Pigeons and Ice Cream’. Oh, the temptation.
I also want to be friends with whoever searched for this.

An artsy pigeon contemplates the rule of thirds

Credit where credit’s due: This post is heavily inspired by Chuck Wendig’s search term bingo (NSFW).

If you’ve ever had your inbox flooded with some cheesey list of sayings to brighten your day, and the ensuing e-mail fallout of the 300 people copied into the e-mail saying “Take me off this list!”, “I’m at work!”, “I’m at an airport and this is using up my internet!”, then this song is for you:

Luckily, most of my friends are sensible about this and I’ve only had to mark-as-spam a repeat offender once this year. It seems to only be older relatives that fall into this habit, for some reason.

Also, if you don’t know how to BCC, for the love of all that is good please look it up.

I’m almost always cold. Occasionally, I’ll get cold enough to put on a jacket. If it’s still really cold, and the heating is on, I’ll wander over to the nearest heater and poke it find out where all the warmth is.

If the heater is cold, I wander up to the boiler and find the red pilot/lockout light glaring balefully out from the darkness of the cupboard.

My reaction is a bit like like this:

Because Dave works night-shift and I work day-shift, there are days when our heating is on for the entire day. Chances are, if the boiler’s lit up then it’s run out of gas.

And then I have to work up the courage to go out into the even colder outside to buy credit for the meter. Or, if it’s a Sunday night which tends to be prime money-running-out-time, panic and rush to the shops or wait until the morning.

I hate when the gas runs out.

…and I feel like this: