'Tis the season...

Fun Size: Mixed Bag, or Random Facts

1. I found my first grey hair a few days ago, glinting evilly in the bathroom mirror. Then I lost it later. I figure I pulled it out when I brushed my hair. Yeah... I'm not even thirty yet.
   
2. I accidentally found out who won the most recent season of Australia's Next Top Model - the one I'm in the middle of watching - from Yahoo's damn Australian homepage.
3. I went to the dentist this week for the first time in about 4 years and I have a little cavity in one tooth. This is probably no big deal for most people but I've always had good teeth; the last cavity I had was in a baby tooth. Serves me right for neglecting them, I guess. I'm sure it has nothing to do with my excessive consumption of all manner of sugary, fizzy, sticky and/or chewy delights.

I'd write more posts but...

...I'm sitting in a quaint little café in Paris, eating a fresh baguette with thick slices of creamy, decadent brie, admiring my new Christian Louboutin stilettos and Hermès silk scarf...

...I'm gliding along the canals of Venice in a gondola laden with Italian shoes and beautiful Murano glass, daintily nibbling on delicious lemon, blood-orange and pannacotta gelato...

...I'm in Hong Kong being measured for a tailor-made hot pink cheongsam, drinking jasmine tea and eating fluffy white barbecue pork buns, giggling at the antics of my new pet baby panda...

...I'm on a Tahitian beach, lying on an enormous towel under the shade of a coconut palm, being lulled to sleep by the waves lapping the shore and the soothing scent of tropical flowers on the breeze while my monkey butler fetches me freshly squeezed pineapple and orange juice...


...I'm at home sick, achey, nauseous and sorely lacking in blogly inspiration (thanks to Gwen for giving me this idea!)

How about you guys?

UPDATED: Blog malaise is the new swine flu (with a side of Over to You).

You guys, I think I have a touch of the blog burnout that's been going around.

I still want to write, and I still like reading other people's blogs... I'm just feeling like I'm off my game a bit. I can't think of any witty comments even when I really like a post (or even particularly witty replies to y'alls comments here), and I've no ideas stored up for my own future posts...

I usually have two or three drafts up my sleeve, and I've nothing!

Help me, blogosphere! What would you like to read on this delicious sugary pink blog of mine?

Should I do more odes?

More Soda Fountain of Knowledge (language or culture)?

More Blogisferia Chronicles? Is there anyone whose blog is in my reader list brave enough to put their hand up to be in the next Chronicle?

Or is there something I haven't written about that you want me to? Current events perhaps, or nano-celebrities like Jon & Kate Plus Eight Minus Jon?

Comments please!!! Oh yeah and the best (i.e. most helpful) comment wins a Sweet Blogger Award!!


That's right. I'm not above bribery.

UPDATE: also, crap. I was adding the well-fed graphic designer to my blog list and accidentally removed someone else, and I've no idea who it was. Can anyone tell who's missing over there?

F You Friday: Missing Princess.

Missing: One princess.

Answers to: "Soda & Candy", "Princess Soda", "Your Highness", or "Hey look, a shoe sale!"

Last seen: Muttering angrily, clutching Wheaty Bear in one hand and a fistful of Pamprin Max in the other.

Height: 7' in platform wedges.

Weight: Information unavailable*.

Eyes: Dark circles.

Hair: Too damn much.

Use extreme caution when apprehending. Subject is considered armed & cranky, but may be mollified by offerings of cheeseburgers, Snickers Almond bars or Dr Pepper.


*Official Candysoda archive record states: "None of your damn business."

Mmmm, shoes.

I wrote and deleted was going to write a long, whiny, self-indulgent post, sulking & pouting because hardly anyone is commenting on any of my posts these days...

...but then I got some new shoes and I thought y'all might enjoy that more, so here is a photo!
Awesome, right? I feel about seven feet tall in them.

I'm totally doing it for the environment.

They stopped purchasing the large size styrofoam cups at work*, so I have been using the same one for about three weeks now.

It has nasty elderly soda-stains in it (and is all scratched & chewed**), but I can't get rid of it, because the alternatives are:

Drink my soda at room temperature: UNACCEPTABLE.

Violently jam giant ice-cubes through the tiny hole in the top of the can: IMPOSSIBLE.

Buy chilled, gouge-a-riffic, non-generic soda from the soda machine: UNACCEPTABLE.

Drink tiny fairy-portions of soda from the water-cooler cups: UNACCEPTABLE.


I'm pretty sure this cup is giving me tuberculosis.



*Yet another thing to blame the economy for.

** S&C, why is your styrofoam cup all chewed and bitten at the top? Shut up, that's why.