Hi Everybody!

The end of the Blogathon, tis a sad thing to see, but I hear there are going to be post Blogathon activities taking place.

Thanks again, to my two sponsor's Heather and evermagic. Noble spirits are they both.

Now I really must finish up before my heavy head crashed down onto the keyboard and refuses to get back up again.

With love

Reni

This is my second last post, I can't believe Blogathon 2005 is ending in half an hour. In case I'm not entirely coherent for my last post I'd like to thank

Heather Stevenson and Evermagic for each sponsoring me for $10 for the Save the Children Fund. Really, Thankyou from the bottom of my heart.

And, of course, thankyou to my family, couldn't have done it without them

Dreams

Dreams...

At the moment I am dreaming of a warm and creamy latte, followed by a stinging hot shower before going to read Ian Irvine books snuggled up under a warm soft doona.

This, is similiar to what my day will be like tommorow. I'll sleep in late and get up to wheatbix and a latte with to many sugars. I'll talk to my Mum about my Blogathon experience and fiddle around a bit before taking a shower that burns my skin (at the moment my skin feels like it's covered in a sheet of ice and i'm still sleepy!) The only thing I'll have to miss out on is the Ian Irvine book reading. Will need to replace it for some study...
*tries to pretend it was not she who uttered these words

Anyway, getting really sluggish now. Don't tell anyone but i'm actually concentrating on keeping my eyes open properly :0)

Reni

Random

Hi all,

I've decided that because things are really coming to and end now that I'm going to stop worrying about not being able to think of anything to post. Instead, I'm just going to type in whatever comes to mind.

I've just come from sitting by a warm fire, watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Does anyboy else hate that movie? I think it really betrayed the books and charactors (as if Hermione would ever say, 'is that really how my hair looks like from the back?') I just, AAARGH! Don't even get me started. I'm a die-hard Potter Fan, ever loyal to the books.

Wow, only an hour and a half to go. It' s a good thing it doesn't go longer, (You would not believe how slow i'm typing. I keep having to backspace from hitting the wrong keys. my fingers are tired.)

My sister has fallen asleep at her computer a number of times. I think her sleepiness has helped keep me awake. I can't help chuckling, when she yelps everytime I wake her up again....

Bye for now,

Remember it's still not to late to DO SOMETHING. DONATE HERE

Just had to post this adorable picture of a seal cub. Only 2 hours to go!

I've had enough of Surfing Blogs now and we still have two and a half hours to go. Don't know what I'm gonna do quite frankly...

You also may have noticed that I only told you about 2 Blogathon websites I visited and liked. This is because I got so wrapped up in the Blogs I forgot all about it. I almost forgot to post at ALL!

Well anyway, I'll see what I can come up with for these last few post k?

Reni

Here we go, I've found another one

Nasubionnia's live-journal.

I was really excited to hear about this blog as I am a huge Harry Potter Fan and Nasubionnia is my favourite Harry Potter FanArtist.

Her drawing of Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka is really cool.

You've gotta check this one out!

Guess what?

I've found a Blog that I like so much I want to write about it.

It's called www.theorangehairedboy.com

Rather than Blogging for charity this Blog is setup to help other Bloggers. This includes tips to stay awake, we DEFINATELY need that right now!

Check it out.

And if you haven't already, go to the http://www.blogathon.org. website and become a sponsor.

I've been surfin the blogs ever since my last post. There's really quite a lot of diversity in topics, themes and styles, so I'm finding it really interesting.

More Soon

About Nothing...

I've been sitting here trying to think what to write about when it occurred to me, i'll just post about NOTHING

*pauses to re-read

God I must need sleep more than I thought. I feel sort of like a pair of old jeans, dull and washed-out. A few minutes of some really loud music will fix me right up for at least the next hour though.

I think after this post, unless I get a request (unlikely), or think of something better (doubtful) I'll take a look at the other Blogs in more detail and post about what i've seen. That should get rid of the isolation. (I'm up on the attic level of the house and everybody else is downstairs, so i'm getting a wee bit lonely)

Anyhoo, now that i've regained some of my marbles, i think it's time i got reading!

Hi Everyone,

I've decided to donate a bit of time to looking at the rest of the web is doing.

the first thing I wanna show you is the TUT (Totally Unique Thoughts from the universe) Adventurers Club

This is a really cool website that i've been signed up to for over a year now. TUT gives you the option of either receiving daily, weekly or every third day emails filled with kind and inspirational words.

Here's a couple of the emails I have received from them.

It's so cool, huh, reni

I mean, no matter where you are, no matter what has ever happened, no matter how things may appeear, every single moment of every single day, you're being drawn closer than you've ever been before, to getting everything you've ever wanted.
Really out did myself with time and space.

Chick-a-boom Chick-a-boom
The Universe

***

Reni, it's got nothing to do wiht being a perfect, goody-goody, selfles, sacrificing, spiritual saint but it has got everything to do with being yourself, trusting the magic, following your heart, dreaming big and having fun.
Hosanna in the highest,
The Universe
'Hosanna', Reni as in 'Rock on'

Reni, not everyone can say i love you, but they all do.
What a world
The Universe
Reni, silly savages

Truth be told, reni, it takes so very very little to be happy. But you knew that. Just asked the caged bird, the tethered dog, or the solitary oak.
the Universe

An Odd Occurrence

Tell me what you make of this. I'll write anybody's ideas as to what's going to happen. (I don't have a clue, the words just flowed out, totally ignoring me as they discussed the plot amongst themselves..

Anway,

An Odd Occurrence

I am sitting enjoying my morning coffee and biscuits. Well at least I had been enjoying them. I have an unwelcome guest. A knocker. I don’t know who the knocker at the door is but I do know that I don’t like them. I don’t like them because they are spoiling my morning coffee and biscuits. The knocking persists and I decide that pretending not to hear the knocker and leaving the door unanswered is futile. Why does everything bad in the world happen to me?

I head to the door, feeling thoroughly put out. The closer I get to the door the louder and faster the knocking gets. I fling open the door, ready to give someone a good talking to about wrecking morning coffee and biscuits and other such important matters. But nobody is there. The knocking has stopped and everything is completely silent. I look up and down the street. I see nothing unusual. I see only everyday things, I see mail poking out of mailboxes, and I see each tree planted in front of each prim little house swaying with the light breeze. I see toys left near the front doors of all the houses with children. Nothing is the least big out of the ordinary, nothing is different, nothing is wrong. I turn around again, shutting the door behind me.

There was something wrong, although it could not be seen or properly described. It was, put most simply, that nothing was unusual. The world is an out of the ordinary, different and sometimes wrong place, but the street outside was none of these things. Thinking I must be going mad and now quite having forgot about my morning coffee and biscuits, I sat down in an old stuffy armchair and distractedly watched the television.

I couldn’t sleep that night either. Damn the world! I just want to be left alone to get old and die in peace. Tossing and turning I finally lay on my back, eyes open and staring into the darkness. The feeling was even clearer now. I turned to lie on my right side. I must be losing my marbles. I can imagine what would happen if I told anyone about this ‘feeling’ They’d have me drugged up to me eyeballs faster than you could say codswallop. But it was almost like my brain was trying to remember something. Something it had forgotten a long time ago. Something it shouldn’t have. My scalp itched and tingled, but I refused to scratch it. A few minutes later I groaned with frustration and rolled over onto my left side, trying to get more comfortable, still sleep danced just out of reach, and my scalp tingled. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?

We've passed another milestone guys. We are now three quaters of the way through the Blogathon. Only six hours left..

Ah, but what shall I do without my dearest Blogathon. I have no idea - wait, yes I DO! SLEEP!! Off the sarcastic note the Blogathon has been really fun so far, (except for the times when I couldn't think of anything to post)

At the moment, I'm working on the beginning of a story called An Odd Occurrence, which I'll post in half an hour - considering i've been awake roughly 35 hours, don't expect great spolling and puctuation?

It's not the human in the fight that matters, it's the fight in the human.

Answering Machine Messages

I am so completely, utterly and entirely out of ideas that I am reduced to posting you

Answering Machine Messages

good luck


You are dazed, bewildered, trapped in a world with no time, where color collides with sound, and shadows explode. You see a sign up ahead. This is no ordinary answering device; this is "The Twilight Phone"

This call may be recorded or monitored for quality and training purposes. If you don't wish this call to be monitored or recorded, then please let the answering machine know when you leave your message.

Hi. This is John: If you are the phone company, I already sent the money. If you are my parents, please send money. If you are my financial aid institution, you didn't lend me enough money. If you are my friends, you owe me money. If you are a female, don't worry, I have plenty of money.

Talk to the phone, the face ain't home, please leave a message, after the tone. BEEP!

Please leave a message. However, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will be recorded and will be used by us.

Roses are red booger's are green please leave your message on this stupid machine .

So long as phones can ring and eyes can see, leave a message, and I'll get back to thee.

Now I lay me down to sleep; Leave a message at the beep. If I should die before I wake, remember to erase the tape.

A bubble in the space-time continuum has connected your line to a channeler in the 23rd Century. Any message you leave will be broadcast into the future....

It's very easy to recognise the lovers on this rose painting but it's beautiful too look at..

Artistic Tricks

Below is a picture of two eagles trying to catch a fish, or is there more to it? (I love these things)

come on guys,
someone please write to me leave a comment please!!!!

Riddle

HI all,

Everything is good here. Eyes are feeling a bit heavy. I've been awake, let's see, almost 32 hours now. (I mentioned how this problem occured in the early posts)

Anyway, I'm still entirely coherent, which to be honest, is slightly disappointing. Slurred typing would have been fun...

I just wanted to post a little riddle, which I love to repeat to everyone, long after they've learned the answer.

All my ties are yellow, except two
All my ties are blue, except two and
All my ties are red, except two

How many ties do I own?

I'll post the answer in Comments so that you have to click to see it. Keep in mind this is, like a riddle's, quite simple. There's no advanced maths here.

Throughout the Blogathon, I've been passing the spare time by working on a book I'm trying to write. Here a couple of excerpts:

Excerpt One

“Your brother’s an Animag,” he told Katelyn matter-of-factly. “I’m guessing by the look on your face that you didn’t know....”
Both siblings faces, one hairy, one smooth, regarded him blankly, “A what?”
Seth sighed, “An Animag. Ani as in animal and Mag as in Mage.” When he got no response he added, “A mage that can turn into animals”
“When you say Mage - ” Katelyn asked.
Seth was beginning to think that Rofeus had been wrong about the prophecy. How could these two be part of the Five? But then he had promised, so he tried again. “Mage as in Magic. A Mage is what you might call a wizard.” He said the word disdainfully, “But they’re very different. Mage’s don’t pull creatures out of hats like those ridiculous men who pretend to do magic. Being a mage is something you’re born with.”
Katelyn sat down on the bed next to Danny. She wanted to be near him. Near something that she knew was real.
Seth began to speak again, this time to Danny, “ But if you don’t know anything about being a mage, how did you transform?”

Excerpt 2

As soon as Seth took the pouch from her hands he could feel the power it contained. The magic. He pulled on the drawstring cord to open it and slid his hand inside. His fingers instantly found the ring meant for him. It felt old. Unimaginably ancient. He did not put it on straightaway. Instead he examined the carvings on the gold band. Fire and water intertwined around a long sword. Katelyn and Danny had neglected to tell him about the image the rings bore, there’d been too much else to say. He knew in a heartbeat that the image was that which was described in the prophecy. Rofeus had been right, the ancient text was not false and these rings were the proof. A moment later all Seth’s logical thoughts floated out of his head like clouds swirling across the sky. He slid the ring onto his finger, ignoring the cries of alarm coming from Katelyn and Danny. He smiled a blank smile as the ring began to dissolve, melding itself with his skin. Branding its image upon his finger forever. A storm began to rage outside. The thunder was deafening. Seth’s eyes flashed dangerously and he fought to maintain some type of control.

Hope you like it, this is of course, only one of the first drafts...

Busy

Hi all,

I'm very busy working on a story to pass the time, which I will post part of in half an hour.

Don't sweat it

Don't sweat the small stuff and remember, it's all small stuff!

Cringeworthy Moments

Because I had so much fun gathering together the Embarrassing Moments from dumbmoments.com for you last time, I just had to do it again. So here we go, be prepared to cringe.

An insurance man visited me at home to talk about our mortgage insurance. He was throwing a lot of facts and figures at me, and I wanted to follow as best I could, so I told my 6-year-old son to run and get me a pad. He came back and handed me a Kotex right in front of our guest. Kathy Newman, 46,Winston-Salem, NC

I was taking a shower when my 2-year-old son came into the bathroom and wrapped himself in toilet paper. Although he made a mess, he looked adorable, so I ran for my camera and took a few shots. They came out so well that I had copies made and included one with each of our Christmas cards. Days later, a relative called about the picture, laughing hysterically, and suggesting I take a closer look. Puzzled, I stared at the photo and was shocked to discover that in addition to my son, I had captured my reflection in the mirror - wearing nothing but a camera! Name Withheld

There was this young couple who had a terrific argument one morning before leaving for work. The wife couldn't get her dress zipped up in back, so she backed up to her husband and motioned for him to zip up her zipper. "I'll show you zipping", he thought, and briskly whipped it up and down the slide till it broke. He had to cut her out of her favorite dress, which didn't make her happier with him. They went their separate ways to work, both boiling mad at each other.

The wife did a slow burn all day. When she got home that evening, she walked through the garage and saw her husband under the car fixing something, with only his legs sticking out. She decided her moment of REVENGE had come. She leaned over, grabbed his pants zipper, and whipped it up and down.

Quite contented, she walked into the kitchen, where she found her husband standing by the sink. Sheepishly, she asked him, "Who is in the garage, under the car?" She was told it was a neighbor who had come over to help work on the car. The acutely embarrassed wife asked her husband to help explain the situation to the neighbor, and they both returned to the garage.

They asked him to come out from under the car, but he didn't respond. When they finally dragged him out, he was unconscious and bleeding, from slamming his head into the underside of the car each time he got zipped by surprise!!

Life's Little Questions

I have now recovered from my earlier loss of words, thanks to http://www.goodquotes.com/funnythoughts.htm

NOTE: If you read any of the questions below and can think of an answer (logical or illogical) please post it, i could use a could laugh

Can you make a candle out of your earwax?

When French people swear do they say pardon my English?

Aren't the 'good things that come to those who wait' just the leftovers from the people that got there first?

If the swat team breaks down your door do they have to replace it later?

Can a fire truck park in the fire lane?

Can it be cloudy and foggy at the same time?

"Cute as a button" Is that supposed to be a compliment? Since when are buttons cute?

Can you breathe out of your nose and mouth at the same time?

Are marbles made of marble? W

hy does the last piece of ice always stick to the bottom of the cup?

If you pay for a vacation and your plane crashes on the way there, do you get you money back? Why did Yankee Doodle name the feather in his hat Macaroni?

Isn't Disney World just a people trap operated by a mouse?

If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?

Can you get cornered in a round room?

Why do we wash behind our ears? Who really looks there?

Why don't the hairs on your arms get split ends?

11 Hours to go

The Dreaded has happened. There's still eleven hours to go and I can think of nothing to post.. nothing at all....wait...no nothing!

I've been blankly looking at the computer screen for a full minute. Oh boy am I in trouble

Over the Halfway Point

Hi guys,

Can't believe we're already past the halfway mark! I don't even feel at all tired. I must be one of those sicko's who thrives on sleep deprivation..

Now that we're on the home run (well almost) I thought a post about what I'm actually doing this for might be in order.

Save the Children is the leading UK charity working to create a better world for children. They work in 70 countries helping children in the world’s most impoverished communities and are part of the International Save the Children Alliance, which aims to be a truly international movement for children.

So, in short, I'm doing it for the kids... if you have the dosh to give please do...

Hi Guys,

We're almost at the halfway point now!

At exactly 11:00 AM my sister and I will be taking photos of one another to see how we're going after 12 hours of blogging. I'll post mine at 11:15-ish.

Blogathon now has pledges of $46,848.09. But the more the better you can pledge here

To tide you over until next post, here's ten things we'd all love to say out loud


I can see your point, but I still think your full of shit
I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce
How about never? Is never good for you?
I see you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public
I’m really easy to get along with once you learn to see it my way
I’ll try being nicer, if you’ll try being smarter
I’m out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message
I don’t work here, I’m just a consultant
It sounds like English, but I can’t understand a damn word you’re saying
Ahh…. I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again

Reni

P.S If you've got any idea's on what you'd like to see here or what I can post here, please email me them I'm getting DESPERATE for posting filler now....

HI all,

This post sort of joins hands with my last post of Tolkiens poem - The fat cat on the mat. The small grey cat is Sookie, The black cat is Liqourice and the White Wolf (AKA the dog) is called Misha.

Aren't they gorgeous. It makes me smile just looking at them

I'm feeling really boucy now. I've been singing all the Phantom of the Opera songs, which I absolutely adore. Nothing wakes you up like singing the 'Phaaaan-tom of the O-per-ra' at the top of your voice, over and over again.

Anyway, I haven't given you any poetry yet have I? No? Here you go then. One of everybody's favourites, Tolkien

Fat Cat On the Mat

The fat cat on the mat may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw
,and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in
gloom -- far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.

More Awake now. Ate a green apple. I highly recommend it to all fellow bloggers... Anyway. This half-hours post brings you

tongue twisters

Have Fun With These and Remember Please Sponsor Me if you can (www.blogathon.org)

A flea and a fly flew up in a flue.Said the flea, "Let us fly!"Said the fly, "Let us flee!"So they flew through a flaw in the flue.

A bitter biting bitternBit a better brother bittern,And the bitter better bitternBit the bitter biter back.And the bitter bittern, bitten,By the better bitten bittern,Said: "I'm a bitter biter bit, alack!"

How much wood would a woodchuck chuckif a woodchuck could chuck wood?He would chuck, he would, as much as he could,and chuck as much wood as a woodchuck wouldif a woodchuck could chuck wood.

When a twister a-twisting will twist him a twist,For the twisting of his twist, he three twines doth intwist;But if one of the twines of the twist do untwist,The twine that untwisteth untwisteth the twist.
Untwirling the twine that untwisteth between,He twirls, with his twister, the two in a twine;Then twice having twisted the twines of the twine,He twitcheth the twice he had twined in twain.
The twain that in twining before in the twine,As twines were intwisted he now doth untwine;Twist the twain inter-twisting a twine more between,He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.

The seething seas ceasethand twiceth the seething seas sufficeth us.

Hey Guys,

Feeling slightly sleepy now. Damn that creamy coffee....

So I'll just give you the lyrics to one of my favourite parts of Phantom of the Opera

PHANTOM: Insolent boy, this slave of fashion, basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suiter, sharing in my triumph!

CHRISTINE: Angel I hear you, speak, I listen, stay by my side, guide me, Angel my soul was weak, forgive me, Enter at last Master

PHANTOM: Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadows I hide, look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!


This movie still makes me cry.

Till later....

Everybody in the family is rising now. I've just been to have a really hot, frothy latte with Mum and sat by the fire for far too long for someone who is trying not to get sleepy...

All I'm going to post for now is a little quote:

"I drink to your health when I'm with you. I drink to your health when I'm alone. I drink to your health so often. I'm beginning to worry about my own."

Paul Dickonson

Hey Again,
I've scoured the web and found you a list odd excuses to use to get you out of anthing...


I have to floss my cat.
I've dedicated my life to linguini.
I want to spend more time with my blender.
The President said he might drop in.
The man on television told me to say tuned.
I've been scheduled for a karma transplant.
I'm staying home to work on my cottage cheese sculpture.
It's my parakeet's bowling night.
It wouldn't be fair to the other Beautiful People.
I'm building a pig from a kit.
I did my own thing and now I've got to undo it.
I'm enrolled in aerobic scream therapy.
There's a disturbance in the Force.
I'm doing door-to-door collecting for static cling.
I have to go to the post office to see if I'm still wanted.
I'm teaching my ferret to yodel.
I have to check the freshness dates on my dairy products.
I'm going through cherry cheesecake withdrawl.
I'm planning to go downtown to try on gloves.
My crayons all melted together.
I'm trying to see how long I can go without saying yes.
I'm in training to be a household pest.
I'm getting my overalls overhauled.
My patent is pending.
I'm attending the opening of my garage door.
I'm sandblasting my oven.
I'm worried about my vertical hold.
I'm going down to the bakery to watch the buns rise.
I'm being deported.
The grunion are running.
I'll be looking for a parking space.
My Millard Filmore Fan Club meets then.
The monsters haven't turned blue yet, and I have to eat more dots.
I'm taking punk totem pole carving.
I have to fluff my shower cap.
I'm converting my calendar watch from Julian to Gregorian.
I've come down with a really horrible case of something or other.
I made an appointment with a cuticle specialist.
My plot to take over the world is thickening.
I have to fulfill my potential.
I don't want to leave my comfort zone.
It's too close to the turn of the century.
I have some real hard words to look up in the dictionary.
My subconscious says no.
I'm giving nuisance lessons at a convenience store.
I left my body in my other clothes.
The last time I went, I never came back.
I've got a Friends of Rutabaga meeting.
I have to answer all of my "occupant" letters.
None of my socks match.
I have to be on the next train to Bermuda.
I'm having all my plants neutered.
People are blaming me for the Spanish-American War.
I changed the lock on my door and now I can't get out.
I'm making a home movie called "The Thing That Grew in My Refrigerator."
I'm attending a perfume convention as guest sniffer.
My yucca plant is feeling yucky.
I'm touring China with a wok band.
My chocolate-appreciation class meets that night.
I never go out on days that end in "Y."
My mother would never let me hear the end of it.
I'm running off to Yugoslavia with a foreign-exchange student named
Basil Metabolism.
I just picked up a book called "Glue in Many Lands" and I can't put
it down.
I'm too old/young for that stuff.
I have to wash/condition/perm/curl/tease/torment my hair.
I have too much guilt.
There are important world issues that need worrying about.
I have to draw "Cubby" for an art scholarship.
I'm uncomfortable when I'm alone or with others.
I promised to help a friend fold road maps.
I feel a song coming on.
I'm trying to be less popular.
My bathroom tiles need grouting.
I have to bleach my hare.
I'm waiting to see if I'm already a winner.
I'm writing a love letter to Richard Simmons.
You know how we psychos are.
My favorite commercial is on TV.
I have to study for a blood test.
I'm going to be old someday.
I've been traded to Cincinnati.
I'm observing National Apathy Week.
I have to rotate my crops.
My uncle escaped again.
I'm up to my elbows in waxy buildup.
I have to knit some dust bunnies for a charity bazaar.
I'm having my baby shoes bronzed.
I have to go to court for kitty littering.
I'm going to count the bristles in my toothbrush.
I have to thaw some karate chops for dinner.
Having fun gives me prickly heat.
I'm going to the Missing Persons Bureau to see if anyone is looking for me.
I have to jog my memory.
My palm reader advised against it.
My Dress For Obscurity class meets then.
I have to stay home and see if I snore.
I prefer to remain an enigma.
I think you want the OTHER your name .
I have to sit up with a sick ant.

Till next time.

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Now that we're getting into the day and I'm finally starting to thaw out, I think it's time we had some more interesting stuff in my updates.

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Here we have the Top 20 Oxymoron list from http://www.oxymoronlist.com/


20. Government Organization
19. Alone Together
18. Personal Computer
17. Silent Scream
16. Living Dead
15. Same Difference
14. Taped Live
13. Plastic Glasses
12. Tight Slacks
11. Peace Force
10. Pretty Ugly
9. Head Butt
8. Working Vacation
7. Tax Return
6. Virtual Reality
5. Dodge Ram
4. Work Party
3. Jumbo Shrimp
2. Healthy Tan
1. Microsoft Works

More Stuff to come later. Must go feed pets now.

Hi Guys,

Since I'm still in such a good mood, I thought you might like to see the beautiful sight out the study window of my house. You'd better watch out because if I keep up this mood I'll start posting pictures of my Cats.

It's finally morning, thank GOD!

The Darkness was really cold and it made me feel sleepy. Anyway, the watery light we are blessed with in Oz at 6:43 has put me in a good mood, so above, is a picture of my wicked little sis, Shiloh. Couldn't have got through so many hours of blogging without her.

Check out her Blog at

http://chickybabeblogathon.blogspot.com/

She's only 12 and trying to raise money for the Global Women's Fund

So here it is. I promised I'd put it up no matter how bad it looked. May I never promise anything again should I live a thousand years........












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Hi Guys,

I know I promised a picture of me, but this is a much more pleasant site to look out.

My sixth hour pic will come later.

HI,

Me and My sis are both really tired now. All the junk-food is gone. Slightly sick.

Anyway, I'll put the picture of the sixth hour point up in my next post

Cya soon

HI Everyone,

I can only do a quick post now as I have to go get my 6'th hour picture taken. I promise I'll upload this one. I didn't upload the other's because I look like death. It's scary. Really.

Anyway like my picture? GOD what one does when one is bored.....

I'm Back

Hey All,

The mini-crisis we had with the time-stamps is over so I can get back to posting some odd, interesting and fun stuff!

We've now reached the 5 and a half hour point and I'm still alive and kicking.. of course I still do have 18 hours to go.. Best not to think about it...

The image above is just to show you that I'm looking for things to put up here. It's is a taste of more to come.

HI All,
Can't really post much but this picture. My sister and I have just noticed we've made a mistake with the timestamps. They've got the wrong date and are out of order.


Cya soon

Here is me after participating in the Blogathon Three Hours and posting six times.

I'm not looking too great am I?

The problem is that down here in Oz it's Winter and the computer room is absolutely freezing. (Notice how rugged up I am?)

Also, keep in mind I've actually been up 20 hours now...

WOW, my sister just fell off her computer chair and knocked over the mouse.

I'm looking forward to seeing the light of day again. I think my post will be much more alive then.

For a nice change here is a harry potter song parody from Mugglenet. It is sung to the tune of AllStar by SmashMouth and has been renamed AllScar

Somebody once told me: "Great things you're gonna show me,

Your wand's just like the one Voldie had

"She was looking kinda dumb standing up, lifting her hand,

In that class after those questions Snape asked.

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming

Voldie's trying to kill me but I just keep on running

Didn't make sense not to live for fun

I keep saving the world,

I'm quidditch number one

So much to do, so much to see

So why not go through to Hogsmead?

You'll never know if you don't go

No butterbeer if you don't go

Hey now, you're an All Star, got your quidditch game, go play

Hey now, you have got a scar, fight Voldemort away

And all that glitters is gold Only golden snitches break the mold

It's a cool place and they say it gets cooler

You beat Malfoy now, wait until you get older

But everyday Ginny loves you deeper

Judging by the way you saved her from Tom Riddle

The ice in the lake is getting pretty thin

The water's not warm but still Krum's gonna swim

My world's on fire, it was a screwt's work,

Walk them all day long and you'll never get bored

Hey now, you're an All Star, got your quidditch game, go play

Hey now, you have got a scar, fight Voldemort away

And all that glitters is goldOnly golden snitches...

Somebody once asked:"Can I take you to the dance?"

I need to get myself away from this place!

I can't dance! I'm stuck in a mess

I wanted to take Cho myselfBut Cedric Diggory got her instead...

Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming

Voldie's trying to kill me but I just keep on running

Didn't make sense not to live for funI keep saving the world,

I'm quidditch number one

So much to do, so much to seeSo why not go through to Hogmead?

You'll never know if you don't go

Ron: Go!No butterbeer if you don't go

Hey now, you're an All Star, got your quidditch game, go play

Hey now, you have got a scar, fight Voldemort away

And all that glitters is goldOnly golden snitches break the moldAnd all that glitters is gold

Only golden snitches break the mold.

Three and a Half hours in

Hi,

My sister fell asleep on the computer beside me ten minutes ago. She's twelve and this is the longest time she's ever stayed up. She's doing a good job though. I'm watching her like a hawk now, she looks half dead, like she could fall asleep while she's typing.

Anyway, we needed something nice so here are

The Paradoxical Laws

1. People are illogical, unreasonable and self-centred

love them anyway

2. if you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ultirior motives

do good anyway

3. if you are successful you will win false friends and true enemies

succeed anyway

4. the good you do will be forgotten tommorow

do good anyway

5. honesty and frankness make you vulnerable

be honest and frank anyway

6. the biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds

think big anyway

7. people favour underdogs but follow only top dogs

fight for a few underdogs anyway

8. what you spent years building may be destroyed overnight

build anyway

9. people really need help but may attack them if you help them

help people anyway

10. give the world the best you've got and you'll get kicked in the teeth.

give the best you've got anway.

These Things Are so cool!

We're now just at the three hour mark and I thought we needed something to really make us laugh. So here we are with a few stories from www.dumbmoments.com

If anything this horrible has ever happened to you, fellow bloggers, be sure to tell me about it in Comments. Laughing wakes me up.

When i was 12 my friends and I snuck into a rated R movie and as i was walking up the steps some one tripped me i went tumbling down the steps, but it doesn't end there. i landed on some one's lap!!! i landed in their popcorn and coke and the worst thing was that it was my school principal, not a good thing, i get in enough trouble at school and to top it landed in his food at a rated R movie. so the story still doesn't end there as i was walking out to clean myself off to the bathroom i ran into one of the cutest guys in school...dripping in coke and sticky buttery popcorn i ran into the bathroom stumbling the entire way. it was so embarrasing

One day, after I had eaten about two pounds of cherries, I was at Old Navy and I really had to go the bathroom, but I decided that I was just going in there to get a dress real quick, so I could wait. But a few seconds later, when I was trying on the dress, I could feel the bubbles bursting in my stomach and I had to fart, so I did. But it turned out to not be a fart, but diarrhea. SO I pooped in the dress. Considering that, I had no choice but to buy the dress. The worst part was when I had to go up to the counter and buy it. The man started freaking out at the counter when he rang it up. It was soooo embarassing. TO this day, I still haven't gone back to that Old Navy or eaten cherries before I went shopping.-

One time when I was out clubbing I needed to go to the toilet but they were very dirty. I decided to do the hovering trick but as I was mid-urination I slipped on the wet floor face first on to the floor and wedged my head between the door and the floor I couldnt reach my knickers to pull them up and the fire brigade had to be called to cut me out of the door. Mortification

Here is me at the two hour mark. Sorry about the bluriness. (Note to self: Teach sister how to use digi cam properly)

Hey People!

I only just made the half hour mark this time. Here is my first nonsensical story, written between many lollies, if i thought i was feeling sick before....


Deep in the forests of Taramembiona a very short man and a very very tall man are walking alongside one another. They both looked harried, stressed and extremely worn out. This is probably because they are being chased by a herd of angry shoe salesmen, librarians, nail technicians and archaeologists. Why you ask? Well the best way to explain it is to tell you how it began….

***

If you like the Story show it by Sponsoring Coreyna on www.blogathon.org (I'm on page 3)
Archibald approached the dark castle. His pace was surprisingly fast, considering the fact that he waddled rather than walked. His body rolled left or right according to which of his feet was brave enough to take the next step. With each step, more sweat broke out on his already damp brow and his three chins wobbled.

He gathered up his pink flamingo jeans, gasping for air and plunged up the hill ahead. The castle itself was an oddity. It had been built hundreds of years ago by a genius architect. Unfortunately the threat of being put to death should he not build a beautiful castle caused the architect to lose the plot. Near to the end of construction he ordered that five enormous pigs heads were to be carved out of stone and attached to the outer castle walls. This was done, hence giving the castle it’s name, Oinkity Tower. The architect was hanged upon completion.

Kaden watched the little man’s progress through a castle window. He hated Archibald and wanted to pretend he wasn’t home. Of course this wasn’t possible. The Fairy Demons wouldn’t allow it. But if overgrown toad called him Broomstick, Tree Trunk or Signpost one more time… Kaden sighed breathing out puffs of blue smoke. He or she who hesitates is sometimes lost he reminded himself and so he picked up his highlighter green cordless phone dialling Archibald’s Tax-file number. Archibald answered at once, speaking clearly into the coconut.

“Broomstick! How are you old friend? Did you know I’m coming to visit Oinkity Tower?”

“It’s Kaden. I’m not your friend. And why the hell do you think I’d be dialing your number if I didn’t. Take the secret trapdoor under the poisonous mushroom to your left would you? I can’t bear waiting for you to climb all the way up here on those sausages you call legs.”

“Right-O, Signpost! I’ll be there in a jiffy.”

hey guys

how the bloggin?

good you say?

oh well that's great

keep up the good work blogathon peoples

Hi Anybody!

We are now an hour and 41 minutes into the Blogathon. I hope I can keep coming up with interesting things to post. To pass the time I've taken to writing absurd short stories that don't make sense or follow all the proper writing rules...for example, every story must have a beginning, a middle and an end...

Here is my favourite quote from my favourite series of all time. (The View From the Mirror by Ian Irvine)

"My name is Llian.......I've come to save you." He caught his foot on a broken step, stumbled and crashed to the floor at her feet.

You can go to my website - www.viewfromthemirror.com for more info.

For the Funny now, I have some quotes from Mark Twain.

I've lived a long life and seen a lot of hard times...most of which never happened.

Let us be thankful for the fools. But for them the rest of us could not succeed.

Always do the right thing. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.

Go to www.blogathon.org, click on View Campaigns, go to page five, click on Coreyna and Sponsor Me!

An hour and a half into the Thon!

HI Everyone,

I'm still feeling really good but it's only early hours yet. Down here in Oz it's now Sunday August 7'th and has been for 19 minutes. Since the Blogathon has started I've eaten a quarter of a bowl of chips, half a packet of sour worms and had a bottle of coke. I feel slightly sick now... Oh well, now I feel good n' hyper. I could type and type and type and......

In my next post will be a picture of me an hour into the Blogging. Maybe later in the night I can show you a picture of my bleary eyed sister (also blogging tonight) she's not handling the lack of sleep as well as me.

Anway, here is an email that I really liked. It's really cute and funny.

P.S Don't forget to sponsor Me!


A kindergarten pupil told his teacher he'd found a cat, but it was
>dead.
>
>"How do you know that the cat was dead?" she asked her pupil.
>
>"Because I pissed in its ear and it didn't move," answered the child
>innocently.
>
>"You did WHAT?!?" the teacher exclaimed in surprise.
>
>"You know," explained the boy, "I leaned over and went 'Pssst!' and
>it
>didn't move."
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>A small boy is sent to bed by his father.
>
>Five minutes later....."Da-ad...."
>
>"What?"
>
>"I'm thirsty. Can you bring drink of water?"
>
>"No, you had your chance. Lights out!"
>
>Five minutes later: "Da-aaaad....."
>
>"WHAT?"
>
>"I'm THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??"
>
>I told you NO! If you ask again, I'll have to spank you!!"
>
>Five minutes later......"Daaaa-aaaad....."
>
>"WHAT!"
>
>"When you come in to spank me, can you bring a drink of water?"
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief,
>finally asked him "How do you expect to get into Heaven?"
>
>The boy thought it over and said, "Well, I'll run in and out and in
>and
>out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, 'For Heaven's
>sake,
>Dylan, come in or stay out!'"
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was
>tucking
>her son into bed.
>
>She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in
>his
>voice, "Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?"
>
>The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. "I can't dear," she
>said. "I have to sleep in Daddy's room."
>
>A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice: "The
>big
>sissy."
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for the
>children's
>sermon. All the children were invited to come forward.
>
>One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she
>sat
>down, the pastor leaned over and said, "That is a very pretty dress.
>Is
>it your Easter Dress?"
>
>The little girl replied, directly into the pastor's clip-on
>microphone,
>"Yes and my Mom says it's a bitch to iron."
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year
>old
>came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the
>shower.
>
>
>She said, "Mommy, you are getting fat!"
>
>I replied, "Yes, honey, remember Mommy has a baby growing in her
>tummy."
>
>"I know," she replied, but what's growing in your butt?"
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>A little boy was doing his math homework. He said to himself,
>
>"Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. Three plus six, that
>son
>of a bitch is nine...."
>
>His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, "What are you
>doing?"
>
>The little boy answered, "I'm doing my math homework, Mom."
>
>"And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?" the mother
>asked.
>
>"Yes," he answered.
>
>Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, "What are you
>teaching my son in math?"
>
>The teacher replied, "Right now, we are learning addition."
>
>The mother asked, "And are you teaching them to say two plus two,
>that
>son of a bitch is four?"
>
>After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, "What I taught
>them
>was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four."
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken
>Little
>to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little
>tried
>
>to warn the farmer. She read, ".... and so Chicken Little went up to
>the
>farmer and said, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!"
>
>The teacher paused then asked the class,
>
>"And what do you think that farmer said?"
>
>One little girl raised her hand and said,
>
>"I think he said: 'Holy Shit! A talking chicken!'"
>
>The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.
>
>
>
>********************************************
>
>
>
>A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, "I'm Mr.
>Sugarbrown's daughter."
>
>Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, "I'm Jane
>Sugarbrown."
>
>The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, "Aren't you Mr.
>Sugarbrown's daughter?"
>
>She replied, "I thought I was, but mother says I'm not."
>
>
>
>********************************************
A little girl asked her mother, "Can I go outside and play with the boys?" Her mother replied, "No, you can't play with the boys, they're too rough." The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, "If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?"

********************************************

A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father.
She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair
cut, eating a snack cake The barber says to her, "Sweetheart, you're gonna get hair on your
Twinkie."
She says, "Yes, I know, and I'm gonna get boobs too."

Hello fellow sleepless people.

Here in my second post is a gorgeous picture of Gerard Butler from The Phantom of the Opera. We deserve it after half an hour computer time..

Also, to live up to my promise, something funny.

Wise Saying Number One
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.

O.k, here we go.

The 2005 Blogathon has officially started. In case you don't remember, these are my promises..

1. I will post every half hour

2. With every post I will include something odd or funny (See picture above)

3. Every hour I will upload a picture of myself as I deteriorate with lack of sleep (I've been up 15 hours already)

4. I will take requests from anyone who should chance upon the site and do my best to fulfill them

5. I will keep my sister (Blogging for the Animal Welfare League) awake at all costs.

SPONSOR ME IN THIS GREAT AND NOBLE UNDERTAKING

Welcome Good Monsiuers!

Welcome good Monsiuers!

(I've just watched Phantom of the Opera)

The Blogathon starts in less than an hour. How exciting. How terrifying.

Because of the time difference Americans will be starting at 9:00 AM when they get up after a good nights sleep, but us Aussies start at 11:00 PM. As you might have guessed, I was completely unable to get any sleep during the day... To make matters worse, I got up early which means I've been awake 10 hours already and the Blogathon hasn't even started yet.

Oh this is going to be good.

If you can, please sponsor me, it's for a really good cause. (See my post About The Blogathon)

http://www.blogathon.org/blogathon.php?campaign&id=186

O.k, here we go.

The 2005 Blogathon has officially started. In case you don't remember, these are my promises..

1. I will post every half hour

2. With every post I will include something odd or funny (See picture above)

3. Every hour I will upload a picture of myself as I deteriorate with lack of sleep (I've been up 15 hours already)

4. I will take requests from anyone who should chance upon the site and do my best to fulfill them

5. I will keep my sister (Blogging for the Animal Welfare League) awake at all costs.

SPONSOR ME IN THIS GREAT AND NOBLE UNDERTAKING

Webring

Eve of the Blogathon!

Hey Guys,
We're on the Eve of the Blogathon. Only hours away now.

I've decided that Criminally Odd is to have no set theme. I shall Blog wherever my mind wanders.

I promise, because it's for a good cause you know, to post something odd or funny every half an hour during the Blogathon. I'll also be taking requests. If there's something you want to see here, via comments or email it to me and I will do my best to put it up.

Blogon!

Reni

About The Blogathon

HI all,

http://www.blogathon.org/blogathon.php?campaign&id=186

You guys can sponsor me here. I can only participate in the Blogathon if I have at least one person pledging $5 to see me post here every half an hour for 24 hours.

Try to picture it. I'm thinking slurred typing, nonsensical words and insane rantings. Ah, but it's for a good cause.

Save the Children is working to create a better world for children. They work in 70 countries helping children in the world’s most impoverished communities and are part of the International Save the Children Alliance, which aims to be a truly international movement for children.

Sponsor me! Do it, Just Do it!

Or you can email me @

triune.reni@hotmail.com

to help me figure out what in the world I'm gonna post about for 24 hours. That's 48 posts minimim. God what have I gotten myself into?

Don't expect any intelligent coversation