I'm an excellent driver.

yeah..yeahh..and I love Judge Wapner too. So I passed my driving test on the second attempt. What a rotten thing it is to worry. I was so anxious about this test that my sleeping was affected. I was pretty damn miserable and the craziest thing is that you are in complete control of your outlook on events. Worrying gives us a sense of control about our lives. It seems as though we have power as we think we are prepared for any outcome. Not true.
I was getting so upset when I made mistakes, which inevitably will happen because driving is a skill gained with practice. I chose to believe that driving was a reflection of my personal worth and that if I were to fail again it would be a disaster.
When I got the good news, I was really pleased but the instructor did make it clear that the license means nothing. You could leave the centre and peel up the road at 150km taking pedestrians up under your wheels.The passing of the test is only a snapshot of your driving on that day at that time. But I am super happy that I never have to take a lesson again!!!

cyriak's animation mix

Cool

Spongebob dubs Casablanca

check it out on you tube. So funny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rwZlFBVUb0s

Nicked from Graham Linehan's Site

HiyyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! See my kung-fu pubic hair!!!

Dial M for Masterpiece

I watched Alfred Hitchcock's Dial M for Murder today. Crikey they don't make 'em like that anymore. No one acts like that anymore. The cast was so eloquent and poised. But as I didn't live in the 1950s, I have no way of knowing if this was just the way people acted in films and that people were really the same as we are now on the street. I'm after realising this is a stupid thing to try to talk about. It doesn't matter. It is inconsequential. While the allure of the 1940s and 1950s silver screen is very enticing to a person who dwells in a world where manners and grace (including the author's own) are rare indeed, whether an image or not, we cannot return to the past (just like I can't return to the past and resist all those Christmas diabetes-inducing sweeties). All one can do is admire the style of Hitchcock and the way his players make etiquette appear effortless.