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    <lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 01:30:05 PDT</lastBuildDate>
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      <title>so not cool.  </title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/90.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 09:23:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>My parents went out to a trivia, quiz thing the other night.  They didn’t get home until 11:48… 

What the hell goes ON at trivia nights nowadays?  Surely they’re just a ruse for old people to meet up with other old people, and show off and decide who knows the oldest information.  Since when have trivia nights turned into raving parties that go until almost midnight?  Midnight!  Old people’s cars turn into PUMPKINS at midnight and their shoes fall off!  Aren’t they cutting it a little close?  

Anyway, it’s kind of damaging for my self esteem.  I went out as well that night, and saw a movie,... (more)</description>
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      <title>on a plane</title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/89.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 06:20:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>You know how they play movies on planes?  Well, I think they should only play really scary plane-serial-killer movies from now on.  

Think about it... There was 'Red Eye' (with a crazy killer on a plane), 'Flight Plan' (with a missing child NOT on a plane) and 'Snakes on a Plane' (with, uh, snakes on a plane).  

I just like to think about how the passengers could be traumatised for life.  



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      <title>Happy New Day.  </title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/88.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 13:36:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>11:30

It's sad that a 'new year' isn't just something you can get (or keep) whenever you want.  It's not like a new pair of shoes, or something.  You can't just go out and buy a new one if you feel like it. 

Though it does have the inevitability of shoes.  It's inevitable that the new year will end, it's inevitable that a pair of shoes will wear out and die.  

And I always feel quite sad when I have to throw out a favourite pair of sneakers.  I usually keep them in the back of my cupboard, for nostalgic reasons.  

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11:36

New Year’s Eve always seemed to be a much bigger deal when I was... (more)</description>
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      <title>In the Summertime.</title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/87.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Dec 2006 00:26:18 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>1.  In which I talk about Christmas.  

It’s Christmas today!  That special time of year when we all attempt to put aside our cynicism and selfishness, and share good will and cheer among friends and family.  It’s a time of Christmas trees (of which I am a huge fan, because I love the scent of pine) and tacky decorations.  Fairy lights and pudding.  Crinkled wrapping paper that probably isn’t recycled as much as it should be, and kills thousands of trees.  

Personally, I just love the red baubles.  Don’t you think a red bauble just represents everything that is Christmas?  

Anyway, I’ve had... (more)</description>
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      <title>Gravity.  </title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/86.html</link>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 13:41:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>People who are good at maths are kind of like break-dancers.  I have no idea how they do it, and I totally respect them for it.  And they’re always defying the laws of gravity.  (Those crazy maths geeks… always defying gravity.)  

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(My parents went and saw The Grates live (goodness, I hate them.  My parents, that is.  Not The Grates.  I love The Grates).  Anyway, they got me a tshirt.  That's the exciting news of my life. 

You should get their album, &quot;Gravity won't get you high.&quot;  

This whole thing is in brackets, because I'm not sure how important it is... But there was the word... (more)</description>
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      <title>Fun, sun... gun?  </title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 07:49:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>Cordelia:  This is all about me!  Me, me, me! 
Xander:  Wow, for once she’s right. 

Buffy - Out of Mind, Out of Sight

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My life is so incredibly awesome at the moment.  It’s like I picked a bazillion four leafed clovers (and how funny is that number?) and then found a rabbit’s foot lying around (preferably the non-bloody-stump kind).  

I totally passed last tri/se-mester, I got two jobs (complete fluke) and the weather has been really nice.  And all my new classes are really good and the new book I’m reading (‘The Messenger’ by Markus Suzak) is pretty awesome and I’m able to figure out... (more)</description>
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      <title>beanstalks and beethoven</title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/84.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Sep 2006 11:47:27 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I just had the most profound thought of my entire life.  It’s the deepest thing that I ever did thunk.  And my profound thought is this: 

I wonder if some people can play ‘Beethoven’ better than Beethoven could play ‘Beethoven.’

Like, maybe there’s some famous pianist who is alive today who plays all the songs Beethoven composed in an extremely kick-ass manner.  And maybe he plays them even better – with more, emotion, passion, whatever – than Beethoven did… Even though B actually composed the songs! 

And we wouldn’t even KNOW how these people compare to Beethoven, because there are no... (more)</description>
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      <title>Croikey.  </title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/83.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:38:31 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>So, Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter died.  Killed by a stingray.  You know the guy: wore khaki, heavy Australian accent, did a lot to raise the profile of Australia as a tourist destination, involved in the conservation of native wildlife… Said ‘Crikey’ a lot. 

It’s not as if I’m particularly affected by his death, or anything.  It hasn’t made me realise my own mortality/realise pseudo-celebrities mortality/realise how quick the Canberra Times is to have an x-number of pages special, or anything, because I knew all those things already. 

I wasn’t really sure how I should write about this. ... (more)</description>
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      <title>Holy macaroni?</title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/82.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 11:40:30 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>“I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow
	of human blood in human veins. 
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.”  

from The Negro Speaks of Rivers, Langston Hughes

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Ha!  You think just because I start my blog with a potentially pretentious quote from a free-verse poem that I’m going to get all deep and meaningful on you?  Puh-lease.  This is ME we’re talking about.  But I do like that bit about blood/veins.  It’s cool.  Very Pocahontas, like: “As the river cuts his path/Though the river's proud and strong/He will choose the smoothest course/That's why rivers live... (more)</description>
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      <title>feel-good movies</title>
      <link>http://miss-midge.blogdrive.com/archive/81.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 14:58:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>It’s official.  My Dad is the cruellest person on the planet.  I know I’ve said it before, but there’s no doubt about it this time.  Do you know what he did? 

He bought our dog a new collar and lead.  A pink collar and lead.  A pink, sparkly collar and lead.  Brand name? Barbie.   

My dog is male.  

I mean, I’m all for breaking down gender stereotypes (except for that whole “men crying” thing.  Yeah, right) but, I dunno… Pink and sparkly?  I wouldn’t even get a female dog to wear that.  It just seems so… degrading.  It’s like ‘look at me, I’m a stupid bitch.’  (Teehee, geddit?  Bitch?) ... (more)</description>
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