Wayward Wednesday - A Miss Soft Crab once off (AM)

Due to:

• the runaway success of Terrific Tuesday
• the fact that I feel a little rough after the 2012 Trivia Grand Final last night (we lost by half a point)
• the fact that I had to get up at sparrows to write this because I have to go to a meeting in Pakenham and it takes 80 minutes to get from Melbourne Central Station to Pakenham by train I KNOW CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!

today's AM post is going to be a little wayward, by which I mean it will be a bit lame. 

Let me stress that unlike Terrific Tuesday (which I hope will live forever), Wayward Wednesday is not going to become a thing, it's just something I am doing today. 

Ok, here we go. 

Remember how yesterday I was all "I'm going to eat a shortbread today!!"?

Well you better believe I followed through. And I didn't just eat any shortbread. No sirree. I ate a millionaires shortbread, which is what they call caramel slice these days. Or at least, what they call it at this place near my work.
I thought it would be delicious but it wasn't. It was the most delicious thing ever! Bam!

It hit my tongue and melted like butter, but instead of just tasting like butter it tasted like butter and salt and caramel and chocolate. If you imagine normal shortbread to be like normal Scottish people (i.e. nice, adorable), then millionaire's shortbread is like Ewan McGregor  (i.e. sublime, the best thing).

That's all. 

Terrific Tuesday (PM)

zOMG I love Terrific Tuesday so much already! When I turned on The Internet this morning and immediately logged on to Miss Soft Crab (as I'm sure you do too, readers) I saw the title Terrific Tuesday and I thought YES! This is a great idea! At first I thought this because I really do love an alliteration, but then I thought it because I want to make Tuesday terrific. Who wouldn't?

So, it's the middle of the day, and here is what I've done to make Tuesday terrific so far.

• I drank a coffee
• I tried really hard not to laugh at anyone at our all-staff meeting this morning, which was really hard, but I succeeded and got to feel good about myself and that was terrific
• I decided to have a salad sandwich instead of a pork roll for lunch, again so I can feel good about myself and potentially allow myself to have a shortbread with the coffee I am going to have this afternoon
• I also did a bunch of work I've been putting off, so that was pretty terrific. 

And here's what I'm going to do next:

• email my tax guy and make an appointment to do my mother-flipping tax
• have another coffee and maybe a shortbread
• go to the pub tonight with my Mike Gatting sisters and pull together the performance of our lives for the 2012 Trivia Premiership. 

Actually, I'm definitely going to have a shortbread. It's Terrific Tuesday after all. I can not eat shortbread when I'm dead, right?

I have a special skill

On Tuesday nights I have taken to going to the Union for trivia. The Union in Brunswick, not the Union in Offspring. I have a killer team and we have won three weeks in a row. We have only been three times, and we have won three times!
My team is called Mike Gatting due to a fortunate guess at a previous trivia evening. Our success is largely due to the incredible audio recognition skills of HuShaz. She need only hear about five seconds of a song and she can tell you what the song is called, and who the artist is. And five seconds is the most time she will need. More often than not it is two seconds. She is the human Shazam! This is very handy during the round where you have to listen to about five seconds of a song and then name the song and the artist. Basically, the game is won or lost in that round and I really hope that we never have to front up without HuShaz because I don't fancy our chances without her.
Having said that, everyone else in the team brings something special to the table, which is why we are the carryover champs. This is purely accidental. We didn't set out to compose a balanced team of movie/music/sport/science/geography experts. Its just that we were all free the night Scampy suggested we go to the pub for trivia, and we all happen to have mad skillz.

Without doubt, my special skill is facial recognition. One of the rounds involves naming a bunch of celebrities from slightly fuzzy photos printed on an A4 piece of paper. While I don't like to blow my own trumpet, I am so good at that round that I would actually kind of look like an asshole if I didn't acknowledge how awesome I am at it. Facial recognition really is my special skill.People: if I have met you once, or never met you but sat opposite you on a tram one time or seen you in one of my friends' photos, I will remember your face. It's just the way my brain works. I'm sorry, I hope that doesn't creep you out. Of course, this also works very well for recognising celebrities and therefore works very well for the celebrity facial recognition round of Tuesday night trivia. Having said that, I don't get all of them. Some of them I have no clue about. But I just get a lot more than everyone else.
Here's one I didn't get last night.

Can people tell who that is? I should point out that it was a lot fuzzier than this on the piece of paper I had. Looking at it now it seems very obvious to me who it is. But can you people tell?