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Call me a little behind the literary bandwagon if you will (so what if I'm over a century late) but Charlotte Bronte's 1847 novel Jane Eyre is one of the best I've read in recent weeks. The protagonist (who just happens to be named as that rather creative title suggests) is a reserved, plain-featured and orphaned child who is born into a life with no future prospects. She yearns to break free of Britain's smothering class consciousness and become something more than those around her - hollow materialists and unquestioning religious adherents. In short, she's unconventional. The gripping semi-autobiographical journey of the plucky young Jane is fraught with troubles, but eventually leads to the worthwhile discovery (summed up rather nicely by good old Bronte) that "conventionality is not morality". Props to a brilliant delve into what would have been some extremely taboo issues; women's marginalization, poverty, mental health, physical abuse inside the domestic sphere and hypocrisy within the Church. Plus there's a KILLER love story.

I've gotta be honest - I didn't commence it with the highest expectations - but this thing makes for some seriously addictive reading. Garnering kudos from literary greats such as Thackeray (et al), Jane Eyre is a classic that deserves to be more than a coffee coaster or the solution to a wobbly table leg - so go grab a copy for next to nothing and read it over and over and over.

I wear heels everyday - and when I say heels I generally mean some crazy-ass, vertigo-inducing numbers. I don't know when I started wearing heels with such regularity but I do know it's long enough to have shortened my ligaments to the point that flats are now painful to wear. Ooops. I mention my choice of footwear because I think it may be the reason why I am regularly (and mistakenly I should add) solicited for sex. It happened again last night; it's 5.30 at night, the sun is out - children are out. I'm walking home mindin' my binniss when a car sidles up beside me. I look over to see some old perv copping a mad eyeful. Whatevs Pervy McPervyson, keep it moving. But he doesn't (!!) and instead proceeds to follow me up the road; rolling ten meters ahead, stopping and starting back up again when I walk right the f**k past. This happens a couple of times before old pervy tries to call me to his car! Now, I have nothing against prostitution - folks need to make cash/ folks need to get off. What I do have a problem with is young women like myself being wrongly approached in their own neighborhood - you want a hooker? Dude, you're in Surry Hills, I can point you in the direction of at least five brothels in direct radius. This has happened to me a few times now. What am I doing wrong? Do I really look like a curb server? Should I move? Does this happen to anyone else?

The internet once again proves its time-wasting worth with me with sidetaker.com. Think of the first thing you do upon breaking up with your boyfriend (and by the first thing I mean after the crying, requisite messy night out and attempt at getting back together)? You argue to anyone that will listen about how you were essentially the perfect girlfriend and they were just a lazy, commitment-phobic cad or whatever. Now, replace "friends" with "the entire computer-using population" and you get the he said/she said gist of Sidetaker. Here's one gem of an example:
He says
"Straight to the point...my girlfriend is jealous of me watching porn. She hates the fact that I get off on strangers.
I can't really write more cos I don't get her problem. I'm not with someone else!!! WTF!?!"

She says:
"All the girls I know hate it too. It's like 1 step away from cheating. If he's looking at girls in the porn, then he's obviously doing the same when he's out.
I refuse to do the things that get him off from the porn. I won't watch it with him cos it's gross. I just think its wrong for him to want to watch porn instead of be with me. I mean, I don't always want it when he does but does he really need to watch strangers? Can't he just think of me?"

Readers can decide who's at fault in these sort of situations via comment posts. Such addictive, and wrong, reading.

After amusing us over the internet since January 2007 with their funny feline photos and ridiculous accompanying captions, the LoLCats are now coming to a bookstore near you. The website which started it all, icanhascheezburger, is now a book under the same title and our lucky American friends were able to take home the LoLCats for keeps today. The founders of the website have taken 200 of their favourite user-submitted pictures from their famous blog and archive of almost 1 million, guaranteed to bring the LOLs and many a WTF. A release date for down under fans is yet to be announced, but Aussie fans can purchase the book through Amazon.

You know that phrase 'if you pay peanuts, you get monkeys' ???

Well, someone in Japan obviously heard it and missed the underlying tone of irony....

... bananas!

Yesterday i took, Milou (my dog) to a doggy day spa. She wasn't impressed until the bacon treats came out! Mud pack treatment, full body trim, blow dry and yes even a massage with Reiki-Healing. If you love your little poochie friend take them down to see Michiyo at Maru-Maru.

Too bad these Fun Key Caps aren't real but they would probably still be good for a few laughs. A set of 8 includes - Panic, Any Key, Beer, duh!, $, Oops!, Eject and Smiley face. The back has a double sided sticky tape that will adhere to any surface.