Dr. Who Tardis Blu-Ray Case

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Tardis Blu-Ray DVD Case Doctor Who 2011 Dave DelisleUpdate: Be sure to check out the new and improved design! Original post as follows:

A confession: I’ve never watched Dr. Who. It’s a bit daunting to check out a series that’s been running for several years (the current iteration). Maybe one day I’ll check it out, as I enjoy the Torchwood spinoff (weird I know).

But I don’t have to be a fan of the show to know that people love the Tardis, the doctor’s time machine. It is disguised to look like a police phone booth. The Wikipedia page on the Tardis is a fascinating read.

I’m a bit surprised BBC hasn’t used this boxy machine for DVD or Blu-Ray release yet, as it would be an ideal design. I’m guessing they were held up by the same issue I was – how to integrate standard-size jewel cases into the frame. Well you can’t, as I…

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Testosterone Not Needed

As a woman who grew up in a matriarchal family I’ve always wholeheartedly believed that my gender didn’t limit me in anyway. I can’t remember ever saying something like “I can’t do that or be that because I’m a girl”, though I can’t say the same for never saying I wish I was a boy. I mean come on, no periods, instantly the most ‘dominant’ in society (don’t kill me for this one, it’s simply a generalization), pee standing up, those fun phallic things, it’s all good. However, while all those things are great at the end of the day I’d rather be a girl and I’m proud as fuck to be one. The point of my previous babbling is that sometimes I think women short change themselves without knowing. They don’t truly believe that they are equal to men, and that they’re gender limits them. I read somewhere once, I’m paraphrasing here, that equality isn’t about equal results but about equal opportunities and now I can’t speak for everyone else but that is literally all I want as a woman and a feminist. What led me to these kinds of thoughts at 12:02 am was myself, my grandma and a female friend moving some furniture around my house. Now it may not seem like much but I’m a short stack of pancakes, I’m not very fit and some pieces were really heavy but what drove me crazy was that right off the bat I unknowingly though “Oh, I’ll just wait till my step-dad gets here and he’ll move it around.” When I realized what I was thinking I got really upset at myself because I realized that I was underestimating my own power without even trying or even acknowledging that I even could. I hauled ass and started moving shit myself and although right now my muscles ache, my right knee is creaking and I might have possibly thrown my back out I feel so powerful and ridiculously proud of myself for accomplishing such a small feat. It made me feel good about myself and it made me proud as a woman. Now I’m not trying to say that men are useless or anything negative, but there’s somethings special about being able to do things that were once considered ‘male tasks’ and feeling powerful in your own skin knowing that you did it.

Powerful Woman in Red

Dear Uptown Jamaica

Under the Saltire Flag

This blog will not be accusing you of anything…not really. In fact, I’m writing this as one of you. Yes my dears, were Jinx to condemn me to go back to where I came from, I would end up –– well, not exactly in the heart of UPT (for that is Norbrook or Jackshill) — but at least in one of its other vital organs. Maybe its lungs. You see, I was born and grew up in Hope Pastures.


Aah – Uptown Jamaica. A we say Campion, immaculate, Ardenne, Andrews, Wolmers. A we say Sunday Brunch at Terra Nova or Strawberry Hill. A we say Liguanea Club; a we say lunch at Pegasus, dinner at Normas on the Terrace. A we say, ‘Mummy, Daddy? Can come pick we up?’

To come from Uptown Jamaica…that isn’t much to be proud of. Especially not now. Especially not this week. It has been…

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Daily Conversations with Anxiety: Fucking Shrimp, Man.

Highest Form of Whit

My neuroses were showing today, and not in a oh-look-how-cute-and-eccentric-this-girl-is kind of way, but in a holy-fuck-put-her-in-a-padded-room sort of way. And you know why? Because all of the shrimp are out to get me. I just KNOW it.

For lunch today, I had some leftover pasta that had shrimp in it. I know, I know. You’re shaking your head already.

It had been in a fridge overnight and in the car for about three hours yesterday afternoon until it made it back to my fridge when I got home, so I reasoned that it was not yet possessed by the Devil.

There were four shrimp left in the pasta. I ate three of them quick-fast-and-in-a-hurry, because I told myself that if I ate them quickly, I was less likely to die from Rotten Seafood Butt Explosion Disease. How fast my jaw moves is directly related to whether or not the…

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10 Things to know before you visit Hong Kong

Little Grey Box

My first trip to Hong Kong brought with it the chance to learn a lot about a brand new city and a new culture too. Every day was filled with new things, some of them strange and most of them wonderful. If you’re planning on visiting Hong Kong and it’s your first time, you may be like me and not know quite what to expect. So, to help you prepare, here are my top tips for things you should know before you visit Hong Kong. (By the way, you guys, don’t laugh at the suburb named Mong Kok.)

1) The people are lovely

If you’re wondering how you’ll be received by the locals, don’t! Everyone we met was absolutely lovely, from the hotel staff and restaurant servers through to friendly smiling locals on the street and train. Everyone greets you with a big smile and a wave if you smile…

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Time’s 100 Novels Ranked By Amazon Sales

101 Books

One of my favorite parts of Amazon is the Amazon sales rank. It’s just a quick gauge of how the public generally receives a book.

While sales don’t always indicate a novel’s quality or critical reception (see Twilight), they’re sometimes a decent indicator. So because I have tons of free time (I don’t, really), I thought I’d dig up the Amazon sales ranking for all of the Time Magazine 100 novels. Then, throw them all in a spreadsheet and see how they rank.

Let’s take a look at how the Time 100 novels rank by sales on Amazon. Note: The book’s overall ranking is the number to the right.

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Down Days

Have you ever had those days when you get so angry and frustrated over nothing? When you go to bed hoping even a little that you won’t wake up? That you could be enveloped by the oh so tempting nothingness of death (if that’s what you believe in)? Well today has been one of those days for me. However it isn’t just today, this has been happening to me a lot lately and it drives me crazy that I can’t get out of this rut. I know this isn’t rock bottom for me but these feelings sure do suck. Growing up, I’ve never really had a good self image but as I grew up I became more aware and I tried to change this, and I must admit it worked for a while but it wasn’t too long before I became immersed in the shadows again. I started hating myself more, harming myself, covering mirrors, being nasty towards myself and snapping at others and just over all shrouded in a dark, negative energy. I try being happy and cheerful to hide what i’m really feeling but it always seems to seep through the cracks and fuck me over. Sometimes I feel like Ichigo from Bleach. Like I’m fighting my own inner hollow and no matter how much I try to overcome it it still manages to engulf me into the darkness, leaving me helpless and vulnerable on the inside while it reeks havoc on the outside. It seems like no matter how hard I try, no matter how hard I fight, my inner hollow is always waiting to take control. Is that the real me trying to get out? How will I ever know?

Disheartened Girl in Grey