Saturday, August 26, 2006

On a roll...

I really admire those bloggers out there that post everyday, without fail. They tend to be the ones I click first in Bloglines to see the latest happenings. I also click on all you tardy posters (such as myself) to see what you have to say for yourself, usually starts with an excuse! ; )

Anyway it seem two posts in one day is a bit of a record, and it is semi-work related (does that count?).

My friend, 'need-to-find-a-better-paying- job-'cos-I-just-bought-a-house' and I went to the opening of the AFI screenings in Hobart. The feature screening was a new Aussie flick called, Suburban Mayhem. Which was kinda appropriate given aforementioned friend is about to join the homeowners club and find out the real truth about suburban mayhem.

Anyways, the film was actually pretty bad, (although friend loved it) and I wouldn't really recommend it.

But, the AFI Awards screenings are being sponsored by a certain high-end cosmetics company, who generously left little goody bags on all the seats! Woo-hoo free product! And, boy do they know their market, because the crown jewel of the bag was an Anti-Ageing Glycolic Peel Kit!

I normally try to use only natural products on my skin, but that is now out the window, I am keen to try the miracle acid treatment that will dissolve both my wrinkles and worries away. I will keep you posted on progress.

Postscript:

Damn! I have just read the small print and it suggests consulting my doctor before using on sensitive skin (that's me), AND, you need to stay out of the sun for 7 days afterwards... creepy.

1 comment:

need to find a job cos I just bought a house said...

For some inexplicable reason I just loved Surburban Mayhem. I dunno - maybe it was the insight into yet another emerging and unqiuely Ocker demographic, the CUB(or Cashed Up Bogan), or maybe it was the large glass of red that sipping all the way through...or was it the bag of beauty products that won the night for me!

I suspect it was my inner voice telling me I'd better enjoy the night out as I wont be able to afford any such luxuries once my new mortgage ties me into my own unique brand of surburban mayhem, the UCUB (Un-Cashed Up Bogan).

Hears to the joys of home ownership!

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