Recap: The Bachelor episode 2
Holy shit is this thing on AGAIN? Ah crap. Why did I say I’d do this? Well let’s plow in then. We begin with the obligatory “what just happened” montage followed by a “what’s about to happen montage”.
Internet-based snark since 2007.
Holy shit is this thing on AGAIN? Ah crap. Why did I say I’d do this? Well let’s plow in then. We begin with the obligatory “what just happened” montage followed by a “what’s about to happen montage”.
Okay. Confession time. I know I promised you the recaps but last night when I looked at the TV schedule and realised that the first episode of The Bachelor was on for AN HOUR AND A HALF I nearly bailed then and there.
Reading is a really big part of my life, as is writing, of course. The idea of not being able to do those things as well as I need to is upsetting to me but that’s the reality for many people living with dyslexia.
I haven’t watched a competitive dating show in years. The last ones I subjected myself to were ‘Flavor of Love’ and that Bret Michaels one where everyone, and I do mean everyone, was terrible.
I’ve just been at Armageddon Expo*, the annual pop culture convention. I go most years. It’s a bit of a mixed bag of which I’m only really interested in 30% but there were a couple of years after the earthquakes when I couldn’t go so I try to make the effort now
Over the summer I went slightly mad for boozy ginger beers. Not “dancing on tabletops” mad, I have a toddler to take care of and trust me when I say hangovers and demanding babies are not a good combination. Basically, I just wanted to try as many of the different ginger beers available.
Remember when I got engaged a little while ago? The good news is my engagement ring is now fully insured. The bad news is if something happens the insurance company may pay out in carrots.
Late last year, via Twitter I heard of an unusual event taking place and as soon as I heard about it, even as tired and sleep-deprived as I was, I knew I was going to have to organise a babysitter
Welp, Armageddon Expo: Christchurch edition is imminent and as was fully expected I have yet to complete my cosplaying endeavours, though I have made a start on junior’s Eleventh Doctor fez.
Last night the fiancé and I attended The Foo Fighters’ Christchurch concert, the first of their 2015 Sonic Highways World Tour. It was epic in more ways that one. In order to get there we had to battle sleep deprivation (we’d both been awake since at least 4:30am), baby-wrangling and babysitter organising, and monstrous traffic