The essence of attraction.

We figure that the mental block has now been broken. We have started walking again, seeing as it is getting a little warmer, and we have both made the startling realisation that we have become a little fatter, and have found out that it really does stimulate your brain. (You see, most of our theories have been established after we have done a walk).

So on this particular occasion - sadly, it is a Friday night - we got thinking about the types of guys we are attracted to, and how everyone seems to have a "type" that they go for. Now we know that the pub is not the best place to pick-up somebody, but would be the best example we could give of major picking-up in action. In our promiscuous society we have learned that there is a lot of competition out there, and to find somebody you are actually attracted to and incidently like, and to also have these feelings reciprocated, is extremely difficult. It can be devastating to anyone to be rejected by somebody for someone else who is "bubblegum" hot (something we could best describe as short skirt, high heels that can't be walked in, could be mistaken for gaol bait).

Back to the "type" issue, we find it funny how we have different attractions to different traits and attributes. For example, our friend who we shall name for privacy purposes as "Hansel", typically goes for girls who are skinny and blonde. Our other friend, "Gretel", goes for guys who have green eyes, dark hair, and are classified as "nice". It is quite amazing the way our minds and bodies work, for the fact we have this attraction to a certain type of person. (Can't quite remember what they said about the comparison to moths and humans and scents... any ideas?)

On a lighter and completely random note, we also wonder how different our nights out would be if we were actually honest to the people we speak to. Observe the following:

1. "Would you mind if I kissed you?" - Well seeing as I have been talking to you all night, and have probably lost any chance that I have of picking up your hot friend in the yellow shirt, why not?

2. "Hi, can I buy you a drink?" - Of course you can. You can also buy my friend one, and I just wanted to let you know that you have absolutely no chance of going home with me later.

3. "Can you tell me who your friend is over there?" - Well I don't wish to answer that question, because obviously I'm not good enough for you, and you don't seem to have the balls to go talk to her [him] yourself.

4. "You are the most beautiful person in here." - Of course you are going to say that because you are desperate to get laid. I appreciate your honesty though.

5. "Do you come here often?" - Actually yes I do, although I'm considering changing venues seeing as I keep on attracting people such as yourself.

6. "So, what's your sign?" - Aquarius. Now fuck off weirdo.

Alternatively, if you actually like the person, you could answer all of the above with:
"I think that you and I should go back to my place immediately so we can shag all night long."

Comment Spamming

Dear readers of our Blog,

For those of you who regularly comment on our blog, you will have noticed that we are getting crapping comment spam. To rectify this situation, we have had to turn on "word verification" when you leave a comment. We apologise for any inconvenience that this may cause for our fellows commenters. We really do love your comments, so please do not let this stop you.

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Mop and Suzie

Mop and Suzie's theory on... Ideas

It's just so sad. We have come to the point where our brains have been saturated with blogging and we really just have nothing interesting to write about anymore. Really - Suzie's last blog... pressing the delete button? Mop's last blog... it was actually about Perisher if you didn't notice which was about a month ago. What has the Adventures of Mop and Suzie come to?

Reason why we don't have any ideas number 1: Time
Suzie has been "indisposed" of late with a certain "friend". It seems that this friendly occupancy has bled her of any ideas. Mop is currently working ridiculous hours at her job, and suffering endless hours of university lectures that seem to block her idealistic brain from creating anything of importance... or entertainment... or bullshit... or whatever you want to call it.

Reason why we don't have any ideas number 2: Lack of adventure
It would appear that we have created a blog entitles the ADVENTURES of Mop and Suzie. There seems to be something missing. When there is no adventure in our lives, how can we portray to our fellow readers our fantastic lifestyles, when we ourselves are struggling with the Par-Tae-ing situation. Please refer to reason number one for other reasons for lack of adventure.

Reason why we don't have any ideas number 3: Waste of space
Mop is currently wasting what little was left of her creative thought on a stupid blog about not having any ideas when really she should be going to sleep as it is 1:00am. ... and see now... i got nothing. goodnight suz. i'm going to bed now.

Being touched by His Noodly Appendage

We would almost consider following this religion purely based on this awesome graph.

http://www.venganza.org/

(Thanks to metao! - http://www.livejournal.com/users/metao/)

Suzie's Theory on ... Pressing Delete

I like the way that on a computer you can press delete.

"I don't like that photo" *delete*
"I don't like that sentence" *delete*
"I don't like that msn contact" *delete*

This love of the delete button has led me to wonder about the merits of having some sort of delete button attached to your brain. Imagine the possibilities! It is humans only that punish themselves over and over again by reliving and remembering things that have happened in the past. It would be great to be able to delete any sad, painful or negative memories from your mind so that you never have to experience those things again. You could go through and regularly delete the memories or pieces of information that you no longer want, thus deleting the negative feelings that may be associated with them. You could be eternally positive and happy because anything that had a negative impact on your well-being could be deleted. Feelings of worry and stress would be eradicated, perhaps affecting the body in a positive way. Self esteem would improve, making people feel better about themselves and more confident in their approach to aspects of their lives. Feelings of hatred, frustration or embarrassment in relation to others could be erased, leading to better relationships with people.

If no one gets around to inventing this then maybe they could at least make the delete button on my keyboard make an explosion sound when i hit it. That would be fun....

Best. Diet. Ever

Calories in a Mars Bar: 277
Number of hours watching TV needed to work it off: 4.5

This equates to 3 Mars Bars per day accompanied by 13.5 hours of sitting on your arse. Does it get much better than that?

Quote of the day...

Suzie: "I just hit my face, in the... face."

IQ of probably 200.. but sometimes, we just have to wonder... (or ponder!)

Shendelle the nun no longer 21

A big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Shendelle who is one of the greatest entertainers of all time!!

For her birthday we went to the Deen on Monday night for a few drinks and games of twister. We also squeezed a few people into the photo booth...

For a gift we gave Shendelle a giant gift bag (which she is trying to fit into int he photo), a nun costume, a set of plastic animal noses, a horn, sunglasses, a top, information cards about alcohol, erectile dysfunction and pelvic floor exercises, some school certificates, ring toss games with rubber ducky and bandaids.

There was movement at the station...

...For the word had passed around; that Shendelle and Mop from Perth had gone away; And had joined the Geoff and Peter, who had travelled snow-ward bound; for some skiing in the mountains for six days...
(For those of you that don't know, that was a take-off of Banjo Paterson's "The Man from Snowy River", incidently where we went...)

Yes, we have done it! Mop and Shendelle packed their bags are took off for Perisher Blue for a skiing trip in New South Wales. Actually, our great Queenslandian friends Geoff and Pete are working at Perisher and living in Jindabyne so we thought we would pay them a visit.

Tuesday, Day 1... Perth to Melbourne to Canberra to Jindabyne
We had an early start, 5:00am, and arrived at Perth airport just as the final boarding call was being announced for our flight. I got in trouble at the check-in when the guy asked "Do you have any explosives" and I said "Of course we do", for which he abruptly replied "Are you going to get smart?", and I timidly pulled my head in.
The four hours we had at Melbourne airport were fun... four hours which were spent at PJ O'Briens and resulted in us getting smashed with some boys who we met at the pub who were heading back to Perth.
Surprise, surprise... the first thing we did when we arrived in Jindi (aside from discover that you can walk the entirity of Geoff and Pete's apartment in about 5 steps and one arm spam...) was went to one of the two pubs the town has to offer, The LJ (Lake Jindabyne Hotel). We managed to score a whole heap of dresss ups (..we love this place already!)

Wednesday, Day 2.... Jindabyne to Perisher
Pete had the day off, so he took us up the ski tube the the snow fields. Shendelle almost had a fit of excitement when she first saw the snow on the mountain. The best thing was ganging up on Pete when we had a snowball fight at the top of the mountain... or maybe when we rolled down the hill after we tackled each other... or maybe when Shendelle fell thigh deep in the snow...
Geoff, Jimbo and I headed to "The Banjo" that night, only to come home again 20 minutes later because the line was too big. Can you believe it - the town has no McDonalds, and yet you have to line up for the pub. On arriving home, we soon discovered that Geoff "just loves porn"... he just loves it.

Thursday, Day 3... Jindabyne to Perisher
Decided that the best way to kill the two hours we had before our skiing lesson was to go to the pub... Skiing was so much fun, and we soon discovered how easy it is to fall over when you are on skis.. even when you are just standing there. Spewing about the instructor though, he wasn't as hot as we thought he was going to be, was such a shame.
When we went to the shop that afternoon, we asked the attendent what people get up to one Thursday nights... apparently Tuesday's and Thursday's it's $6 Chicken Schniddy (aka Schnitzel) nights at the LJ. Funny how in this town, everyone's lives revolve around Chicken Schnitzel nights and raffles at the Bowl-O on Fridays...
That night we ended up having a few drinks at the Banjo with Geoff and Pete, who enlightened us with there theories that they would never ever marry girls who wouldn't change their last names when they got married. We say...get up with the times boys and move out of Innesvale. Shendelle and I later moved onto the LJ, and were happy chatting to all the 10 guys that were available for every girl. Somehow we ended up at a party - well, we were duped into thinking it was a party - that had four people - us and a couple of P-Platers - somethings never change I guess...

Friday, Day 4... Jindabyne
Jimbo was fascinated when he came home from work at Geoff's snoring habits, we video-taped him whilst putting make-up on his face, which he was extremely happy about as you could imagine. We ended up at the "Bowl-O" (the Bowls Club, we love this place hehe), where you can get a good feed. Sadly, we missed the raffle, where you can win four boxes of food!!! (So Geoff excitedly tells us.)
Later, we partied again at the LJ, and met up with some boys we met who were from Sydney. When the pub closed, we ended up in a cab with them, then in the back of a van, where they took us to Pikey-ville where it was absolutely freezing cold, and there were about five of them staying in a caravan that incidently was bigger than Geoff and Pete's apartment. I don't think we have ever stayed in a place that was so freezing. When we got up in the morning, there was the little thought... "Where are we, how did we get here?"... we got home at about 7:00am, Pete had already got up and gone to work a couple of hours earlier... hehe. nice effort I say.

Saturday, Day 5... Jindabyne
We slept most of the day, recovering from the night (morning?!) before, but thought we'd make it up to the boys by cooking them all dinner. They were so excited.
Saturday is the second biggest night in Jindabyne (that is, after Wednesdays). Everyone who is anyone was at the LJ, including us, for a big night of drinking, dancing, and pool playing. Pete gave us his best impression of Nelly by wearing a bandaid on his face all night. We also discovered our new pick-up line: "You are so hot, I am melting because I am the snowman."
It didn't seem as much fun as Friday night, aside from seeing a guy dressed up as Santa. Pete left the pub early, but somehow managed to get lost on the way home (how? we don't know, the whole place only has one street), and came stumbling in after we got home. Geoff didn't make it. We decided seeing as they weren't home we'd steal their beds. Pete was too drunk to notice and slept on his anyway, and in the morning showed us his true form by throwing his guts up in the toilet... lovely... it was funny though. Poor Peteee.

Sunday, Day 6... Jindabyne
We met Shane from Sydney in the afternoon at the Banjo and he had a hot tip that Horse Number 8 in Race 6 at Kalgoorlie was a sure-thing, so we all put bets on... guess what, it lost. After he left we got stalked by some crazy old men who somehow had it in their heads that not only Shendelle and I wanted to talk to them, but their "token single friend" needed a tour guide when he was in Perth. They ruined the afternoon. Took over the good table we had at the pub, and forced us to leave to go across the road to the Bowl-O. We ended up at the LJ once again, and discovered that Sunday nights in Jindi suck.

Monday, Day 7... Jindabyne to Canberra to Melbourne... Shendelle to Perth, Mop to Hobart
We discovered it was so very hard to say goodbye. Geoff kindly drove us to Canberra at 6:00am (thanks babes, luv ya). First thing we did when we got to Melbourne was go to McDonalds. Thanks for everything boys, had a great time, will miss you xxx

Shendelley's birthday!

If you are not doing anything tonight you should definately come to the Deen to have a drink with us for Shendelle's birthday. Monday nights at the Deen have all kinds of quality entertainment including Twister games and crazy crab races. There are also $8 jugs, slushy cocktails and a great acoustic band... not to mention great drunken company.

We will be there from 8:30... see you there

Useful advice

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