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Tweet Tweet!

I do not own a Twitter account, yet I am going to attempt to know what I am talking about when I discuss the trend to post every little thing that happens in your life in short sentences.

It seems that everyone talks about twitter. The new craze. The new facebook. The new myspace. The new everything!

Ashton Kutcher got to a million twitters. I have no clue what he is talking about. Which doesn’t really worry me to a certain extent. But to another extent (the other certain – if there is such a thing) I am a teensy bit worried.

This is something popular with my generation.

Am I that far behind? Am I that untrendy?  PLEASE TELL ME NO, OR ELSE ALL HOPE IS LOST (and then I shall have no idea what to do when that new Channel Ten ‘Talkin Bout Your Generation’ show comes along. The theme song will start (I’m assuming it’s that ‘talkin bout my generation’ one – yes that is rather obvious, Amanda – by The Who) and I shall be sitting there slowly rocking back and forth with my head in my hands and a scared expression on my face).

Ok, so solution?

Get a Twitter account? At this point in time, I cannot be bothered.

Lazy eh? But really, considering I am not a celebrity and this blog has not taken off as much as I would have liked (comment me please, it is almost as good as getting mail – and by mail I mean actual, literal, hold-in-your-hand mail because emails just aren’t doing it for me these days (mainly because The Age and the Herald Sun continue sending me updates and again I am too lazy to unsubscribe in the hope that one will offer me the chance to win something cool), I doubt anyone would really want to read constant updates about my life.

2pm – Amanda is finishing work, yay!

2.15pm – Amanda is buying groceries – mushrooms, yum yum!

3pm – Amanda is sitting down to watch the Richmond vs. Melbourne game on Channel Seven

3.30pm – Amanda is checking her facebook and realising the only notification she has is something from bloody Superpoke

3.50pm – Amanda is logging into her blog to start typing – brilliance on the way! :D

(Random Thought: yes, Amanda has realised that her lack of enthusiasm to get a Twitter account is really doing nothing for her credibility in the ‘research’ field BUT she would like to think that she knows what ‘research’ entails due to her education provided by very dedicated schools…(no sarcasm…I think) and therefore, despite the fact that she probably has the whole concept wrong due to the fact that she is so behind the times (damn), she reckons she has the general idea) (Side point: no Amanda does not know exactly when she went from first-person to third-person either…)

Celebrities, ok I can see how that could be mildly interesting. They mix with people who appear in magazines! Ha, interpret that how you want it (it was extremely cynical in my head (random thought: yes I am a bundle of fun these days)). Therefore due to the obsession with those of celebrity status it would be interesting to see who they bump into and all the details of their lives which are oh so much cooler than ours.

Politicians, ok. Can they use it as another way to test potential policy? I mean, they are on youtube, myspace AND facebook (wow that is actually getting in touch with voters eh). And I did visit Kevin Rudd’s myspace and watch a couple of political messages via youtube.

(Totally see these ‘Extreme Greens’ and ‘Peas and Promises’ btw, it is absolutely hilarious)

(I studied politics, leave me alone…)

You know, I wonder what Bo Obama is doing right now…

Again, this probably ties into the whole ‘people watching’ trend. The whole Big Brother thing (minus more turkey slapping I hope – which reminds me, I only recently found out what ‘tea-bagging’ was (thank you Urban Dictionary) and unfortunately it does not involve an elegant dunking of a camomile tea-bag into a cute teacup on a patterned saucer!!) and being generally interested in other peoples’ lives (I hope I have my apostrophe placement correct there or else my journalism editing teacher from third year will totally come and take me down).

I guess if you sign up to friends on Twitter then you can feel close to them and what they are doing. Or what they are thinking. Or where they are. Or where they are going…


Every breath you take… I’ll be twittering…

Hey Sting! Your song needs an update!

Too right! (I am saying this a bit too much aren’t I?)

I can see a problem arising. Bear with me here, but surely the absent-minded and blatantly a little ‘dense in the head’ few amongst us could fall into a trap.

For Example: Worker and supervisor are friends as well as sharing the same workspace. They sign up to each other on Twitter. Worker wins tickets to brilliant gig and calls in sick. Lies to supervisor (that bastard!). Worker gets entirely trashed at gig, pulls out fancy phone with internet and twitters ‘oh my god, band is awesome, girl next to me has short skirt but knows all the lyrics! I’m in loveeeeee!’ Supervisor reads said tweet. Oops. Hello trouble (especially because supervisor could not fill shift and hence had to deal with shit customers) (True story? Hmmm).

I think I have lost the point of this blog.

People watching is fun though. In person, when you know your hair looks good. How interesting.

Maybe eventually I will actually get a Twitter account. Apparently I am easy swayed (I do regularly impulse-buy dammit, Coles is having a field day with me really), and if so, I’ll keep you all (hey I remain hopeful there is more than one reader) posted considering I am apparently a bit behind.

Whether I am completely untrendy or not will require a separate blog considering the magnitude of the topic.


4.16pm – Amanda is finishing the current blog – almost time to revel in the brilliance that is Amongst Other Things (please deflate her head at 4.23pm – it gives her a bit of time to prepare for your arrival so she can RUN AWAY)


That was nice

Apparently yesterday was ‘National Compliment Day’. A day where you are meant to say nice things specifically to people to make them feel better or good about themselves.

Wow, I sound massively cynical. Excuse me though, because it is early-ish in the morning – well early-ish to the point where Maccas breakfast is still being offered and if I could be bothered I would totally go and buy myself an egg mcmuffin and hashbrown (why are they not called mchashbrowns btw? There’s a thought of the day!)

Anyway, back to the point. National Compliment Day. It raises a few questions really. Has it really come down to that? We actually need a day to say nice things to people?

I guess in the current climate (both weather and economically) people are feeling a bit down. And to be told that they have nice hair or their outfit is rather snazzy (don’t you just love my choice of words), would tend to bring a smile to someone’s assumedly boring and sad day.

But really, if someone randomly came up to you on the street and said ‘you are hot as’ (or something equally over the top) how would you react?

I think to be game enough to even say something along those lines (and be completely sober at the point of statement) would be pretty impressive.

As far as I can see, there are several outcomes to this (well ones I can think of right now off the top of my head)

1.       Complimentee reacts with a ‘why thank you, random person on the street! In fact, I think you are rather ‘hot as’ yourself. In fact, I can see that we could complement each other rather well if we happen to hang out after this in a relaxing – or not so relaxing (wink wink nudge nudge) – situation where everyone else around us would be entirely jealous of our combined hotness’.

2.       Complimentee reacts with a nervous laugh and ends up incredibly embarrassed

3.       Complimentor ends up cornered by complimentee who has incredibly large ego and thus decided to tell said complimentor exactly how ‘hot as’ look was achieved, including sentences such as ‘oh yeah and this hat I got on sale, it was really meant to be sold for $96 but I got up early and went on the Boxing day sales despite the fact I was shopping for an entirely different season I bought the hat because I figured in winter it would go entirely brilliantly with these opaque maroon tights which were not on sale but then everyone needs a good pair of opaque tights, I figure they can go with almost every outfit and they come in such a great range of colours to match almost everything including these knee high boots ETC’ (too right, style advice and the complimentor has realised they have totally complimented the wrong person!)

4.       Complimentee reacts with a ‘oh really, what do you want?’ due to the fact that the complimentor (oh dear that sounds like the Terminator or something, I’ll be back dammit) looks like a stalker who is after something. Possibly money. Possibly sex…

But it’s true isn’t it? If someone says something nice, the first thing that tends to pop into people’s heads is what the motive is behind things.

Wow, is that the true topic behind this post? Perhaps!

People’s motives.

I don’t think I want to get started into a whole idealism-realism debate right here, but what motivates someone to do something is rather interesting really.

Is it because people have been burned? Or are we all that cynical? And why is it that we automatically think there is some hidden agenda behind a nice comment?

Maybe, after all of that it just depends on the setting. We are so used to being harassed on the streets that when there is actually something nice, we assume it is going to be something bad!

Problem solved. Or at least for now…

Ah dear that sounds a little ominous.

I can see this being debated again.


Gimme my chocolate!

It’s the morning after, the night before.

I’m sure that’s a song. It sounds familiar. Oddly.

What am I talking about, you may ask?

The Easter rush. That’s what.

So, I work in a supermarket. Unsurprisingly I’m a checkout chick. And while this may not be surprising, I would like to think I am not one of those bitches who stand there with a scowl hating life while my hands move slower as they develop arthritis (though, at my supermarket if you scan fast and top the scan-rate then you get a prize! Hooray!) I probably was one yesterday.

There is something about holidays and things going on sale which make people go crazy. And by that, I don’t mean stand in the aisle shaking (though they did that yesterday), or wander around looking at the lights commenting on how shiny and bright they are (they probably did that too when they lost their minds actually), its more the whole change in attitudes thing. It happened around Christmas too actually. And new years.

I should have expected it, working on a public holiday (extra pay, yay!) but hey, seeing a register belt loaded up with gold jingly lindt bunnies still proved me wrong. All Easter stuff was half price, and despite the fact that there was cheaper chocolate on special, just not in cute bunny form, the bunnies were all being bought – no make that snaffled – off the shelves.

There were shelves and shelves full when I started my shift. When I was done, there was one small shelf left. It had two product varieties – probably the reject ones – and I couldn’t help but laugh when one old lady commented ‘I had to dig about the shelf but I finally found a lindt bunny and it was THE LAST ONE LEFT!’

She looked so smug.

Good for her (again, I can’t tell whether that’s sarcasm or not)

What’s worse were the people who asked me whether we had hidden any out back. Or those who complained there were none left and bitched about the people who had taken them all. Or even commented how they’d now have to go to other supermarkets to get their Easter goodies.

It made me wonder whether they were on an expedition. Indiana Jones style. Trekking across Melbourne in search of the Holy Grail made of delicious milk chocolate and possibly with a liquidly ganache centre that is now half price. Too right!

There would probably be a hard-fought battle in this expedition too. An arm wrestle of sorts, with cries of ‘THAT’S MY DARK CHOCOLATE LINDT BUNNY!’, (they’ve been the most popular, trust me on that one) hanging in the air.

To be fair, I did go and have a look at that last remaining shelf, and I did buy a decent amount of Easter chocolate.

Man, I am easily swayed. Damn my potential – no make that apparent – impulse buying attitude. Even though I know the tricks, the whole ‘buy this and you get this one for x amount or free or whatever’, I still fall for it.

It’s probably one of those character flaws which will send me into debt. Or a house filled with useless/unused products. Or both.

Then I’ll be sent crazy in a supermarket wandering around looking at the lights and commenting how shiny and bright they are.

At least I’ll be able to talk to my friends at the supermarket too. Ha!

Ah dear, I can tell this will be one of many supermarket-related blogs.

I apologise in advance!


amongst other things, A is for Amanda…and aardvark

A blog! Hooray. Another one to add to the growing list of blogs out there in cyberspace. In all reality, this one probably won’t be more interesting than anything else out there. But it will keep fingers typing, and provide amusement for a period of time (at least for the blogger).

I should start with an introduction.

I’m Amanda, I’m 21 and I was born about 2am on January 15 in a hospital. Interesting isn’t it. I’m sure you wanted to know that also. How much of an introduction is needed anyway? How far will this blog reach that those reading it aren’t already on my facebook and know the basic details (and probably much more) without reading this? Who knows. It shall be an experiment. A test.

Will I get some random stranger leave a comment here? Let’s wait and see.

(No cheating or misleading, thanks)

I have a bit of a headache. Maybe it is brought on by the pressure I will feel now to do something interesting – so then I’ll be able to blog about it. There’s something a little egotistical about writing a blog isn’t there. You think people want to read about your life. But then I guess people-watching (or in this case, people-reading (is that even correct?)) is all the rage.

Maybe an explanation about the title of this blog is needed. Amongst other things, A is for Amanda. Go figure. Aardvark too. How obvious, and fantastic. It’s the first word in the dictionary I am told. By a reliable source. You learn new things every day. There’s one for you!

What did I learn today? I learnt that not every yum cha place in Melbourne does vegetarian spring rolls. Or really, have a lot of vegetarian options. I don’t know what I expected. It is my dad’s birthday and he loves yum cha so we went as a nice family to a place we’ve been to often. Well not that often because I actually hadn’t been there in a few years, but it was a place that had provided a decent meal and service previously, but their menu had changed, and, since my climbing over the fence from hamburger-downer to friendly tofu-eater had since eventuated, my eating options were somewhat limited. I thought vegetarian spring rolls were a staple though.

Evidently not.

I just want to post something on this blog. I probably should have put more time and effort into choosing a theme for this, but the oh-so-cute (sarcasm? I’m actually not too sure) pen at the top of this theme seemed highly appropriate.

Anyway, first ramble complete. I’ll have to see how this pans out – hopefully well.


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