Saturday, August 14, 2010

40 Hour Famine

I have decided to take part in something worthwhile... the 40 Hour Famine.

Ahh the youth these days... so damn fragile! The rule have been modified for the weaklings. Now, instead of giving up food, you are able to give up something else for 40 hours e.g iPods, TV, mobiles, internet (or even just one particular site like Facebook), one particular kind of food, alcohol, creature comforts etc etc.

But I am made of sturdier stuff! I am kicking this shit old school.
NO FOOD.

Ay, it will be tough. But fortunately for me, I am not doing it alone. A team, led by the gorgeous Andrew Farley has been established. And we are the FAMINISTAS!!!
Featuring Larissa Herbert.

And to make the experience of starving for a short period of time more enjoyable, I will be documenting the only way I know how,
FILM.

So for updates and the like, keep it here. It will all be going up here.

Doing something for a cause,
Bella Boo X

A newfound Old Love

It is a love I have that should have existed 18 years and 2 months ago, if I can count like I think I can.

While cruising my main comedy squeezes in the school holidays, there was an unfamiliar name that continued to pop up here and there...
The Kids in the Hall.

I was a bit reluctant to give them a go, as I feared disappointment. However, I bit my lip and sucked in my tum tum and hit them up on YouTube, because I am cheap. And half a sketch later, I had fallen in love with them. :)
Unfortunately for me though, the prime of their career was when I was brand new. And they put their beauty to sleep when I was only 2 years old...
So here I am, celebrating the life of these underestimated gorgeous Canadian men. And just in time as well, for their brand new series Death Comes to Town came along this very year! And there are whispers of it being aired here soon. So, talons crossed!

I've had almost the full KITH experience. I have watched nearly all of their sketches, I have seen their movie Brain Candy numerous times, and I have also decided to cheat and watch Death Comes to Town early. A bit like opening a few Christmas prezzies before the rest of the family gets up.
But it seems that as I become more consumed by their aura of awesome, I start to feel more lonely, for I am the only Australian fan of them that I know. So now I ask...

IF THERE ARE ANY AUSTRALIAN KIDS IN THE HALL FANS OUT THERE, PLEASE COME FORWARD. I FEEL LIKE SUCH A LONER!!!

While I wait for a response to come (if it ever comes) I will share them with you...











Please enjoy.
Bella Boo X

Ya love me! Ya really love me!

Oh I abandoned post because I thought no one was listening... Or reading (More suitable word, perhaps). But as I logged on this morning, I found that there are people out there - granted few, but more than none - that are reading!
I believe a 3rd chance at this blog thing is in order.
Don't worry, I have noticed that a good 50% of my blogs are blogs on blogging. But I DO actually have things to talk about now. I will speak in a separate blog about these, thus to avoid confusion.

God speed, and sorry again.
Boo X

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Help meeeeeee!

I have posted a video on here but it seems that when I view it, the image is close up and off to the side. How do I have it so it looks normal? Anyone?
X

A fear of commitment... and nosebleeds. And eels.

There are many things I can do.

I can lie down straight on my stomach, then push myself into a standing-upright position without bending my legs...

I can wash, dry, straighten and product my hair in 20 minutes...

I can bend my 4th finger on my left hand over my middle finger without the aid of my right hand...

I can make my stupid massive telly work when something is wrong with it...

I can pull some of the most amazing sounds out of Cameron Moor by means of making him laugh...



I can also make a decision with the intention of sticking with it and seeing it through, then not ever see it through.
The above mentioned is one that I am not proud of. This blog was going to be one of the best ideas I ever had! But I must confess... when logging into my blog last week (and not even logging in to light a blog), I forgot my password, and temporarily my username, and I had to change my password.

But in a way, blog this time apart has made me realise how much I love you. There will always be other websites. There will always be shiny things attracting my eye. But you will always be my number one. I apologise for treating you like a number two. (Hah! Thank you for that one, Spaced!)

But TV references aside, I think we are going to have a happy and healthy cyberfuture together.

TV references back in the picture, I leave you with a song by Osymyso, who has done a funky little number with samplings from the before-mentioned Spaced. If you haven't seen Spaced and are thinking about watching it, then watch it. If you aren't thinking about watching it, then think about it, then watch it.
X

Saturday, May 1, 2010

How old am I? Seventeen. How long have I been seventeen? About 25 days...

Oh, I know what I am.
I am the teenager who has senior exams. I am the teenager soon to be on her P's. I am that 5"3 ginger kid who is nearly 20 years old. I am the girl who is about to be released from school and enter the world outside.
BRILLIANT!!! Or is it? The independent and almost entirely grown up lifestyle is chill. But there is one thing that really grasps my goat.

Those awful stares the elder people give you.
The harassment from those who are scared of anything under 21 years of age. Now, I do agree, youth can be a scary thing. But is it so scary that the elder have to cast out two boys from "their shopping centre", just because these boys are holding skateboards? It is almost as if moving at a slightly quicker pace than walking is an offense!
Is it so scary that when you pick up a sponge in K Mart, one should emerge from within the toy aisle and drop the verbal bomb?

"Either buy that, or put it right back where it came from!!"

These adults... they can be very scary at the best of times! I can understand how paranoia may arise from a past encounter with a real thuggish 15-year-old, but is it really that difficult to tell the difference between those who want to just look at the sponge, and those who want to pee on it and hurl it across K Mart into the gardening appliances section where, should the thrower be lucky, land on the bald head of a fern connoisseur?

I think the elders should consider before throwing the punches.

Why eat toast when you can BLOG!

And here it be. My 1st ever blog.
Don't worry, we are going to have a lot of fun!
In this space, I will be sharing with you, whoever you are, stories, ideas, thoughts, loves, hates (hopefully not too many of these) dreams and whatever else.
Do I have something to share with you now? No.
But events such as the first ever blog need a beginning. And that is what we have here. A Blog to mark the beginning and the first in a long (hopefully) line of drabbles here in the Lair of the Misunderstood Dolphin.
I welcome you to the premier. The maiden voyage. Mark one.
Now, let's have a good one! X