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• Jo O'Brien - the singing parrot
  by Darren Stones

  By Darren Stones – Freelance Photojournalist / Subscribe via RSS/Atom...

  By Darren Stones – Freelance Photojournalist / Subscribe via RSS/Atom Singing like a parrot whilst wearing a gold dress in the shower, may be the road to super-stardom for zany RedBubble member, Jo O’Brien. DS. Is that your real hair colour? JO’B. Yes, it absolutely is. When I was in Year 9 (and I had coloured my hair to death), I shaved it all off No. 1 style and started to grow it all back. Since then, I have learned to leave my hair alone. DS. What shampoo do you use? JO’B. I get different shampoo all the time based on what is on special (oh the bargain hunter emerges!) At the moment it’s… um…. a purple bottle of some variety. DS. Does your bathroom have an IXL Tastic 3-In-1 light? JO’B. No. I jump out shivering in the cold air. I don’t even have a heater in my bathroom. It’s getting a bit desperate. DS. Do you wash the dishes in the shower? JO’B. I have occasionally washed my coffee cup in there when the kitchen sink looked like a five-armed monster. I was too scared of what I might find in there if I started moving dishes to make room. But not as a regular thing. I should probably start doing this as a water saving effort. DS. Are you a ‘Wally with water’, or do you shower in less than three minutes? JO’B. I’m generally good, but you may have noticed I have a hell of a lot of hair so occasionally I slip up. I do also have a tendency to have baths, because they are so relaxing and I’m a work-a-holic stress head. DS. Does your bathroom sink tap drip at a rate of one litre per hour? JO’B. Thankfully no, I turn it off nice and tight. Dripping taps drive me insane. DS. Does your bathroom window sill have 12 bottles of perfume on it? JO’B. I have two bottles of perfume, one inherited and one was a present. I love perfume, but it’s not the kind of thing I’d go out and buy myself. Actually, my window sill has nothing on it at the moment – I had a party here recently and therefore cleaned up. DS. Do you think this photograph will catapult you to national stardom? JO’B. I am certain it will. I’ve already doubled the locks on my house for when the media starts hounding me, and never leave the house without giant celebrity style sunglasses. I’m still working on losing 75% of my body weight though. DS. Are you a better singer than Australia’s singing budgie Kylie Minogue? JO’B. I go for more of a ‘parrot’ sound in my singing. Kylie does the ‘budgie’ thing. It’s really like comparing apples to oranges. We’re both good at our chosen style. DS. Do you watch Big Brother? JO’B. Yes. Now just pretend you didn’t hear that and move on.

• Mike's Valentine's Day present for me...
  by Crockpot

  The last few days I’ve been convinced that Mike had a stomach virus. Or something. Something was definitely going on in his nether regi…

  The last few days I’ve been convinced that Mike had a stomach virus. Or something. Something was definitely going on in his nether regions because he has been in the bathroom constantly. I begged him last night to take some Pepto, and he refused, telling me there was nothing wrong. So then, why, I asked, was he in the bathroom sooo much the last few days!? I mean seriously – it seemed like every couple hours he was running upstairs. I’d ask where he was going in such a hurry and he always replied, “Bathroom.” So tell me… what’s a girl to think?? I mean, I know men have their ways with things and like to have their weird little private moments or whatever – but this was ridiculous. And now he was telling me there was nothing wrong? Fast forward to today. / I had a doctor’s appointment a little while ago – just a checkup, don’t worry. I get back and he tells me he has something for me. So I’m sitting here, at the computer, and he brings me a piece of paper and a white box with a red ribbon on it. I’m thinking, sweet! First thing’s first… I look at the paper. And I’m blown away. It’s so cute!! I had NO idea he was working on this! Of course, that was his plan all along. So I asked him how in the world he managed to do this without me knowing? (Keep in mind we’re together 24/7/365.) He says to me, “Bathroom.” OH MY GOD. / You’re kidding me, right?!? / No. All those times he was running upstairs to ‘use the bathroom’ he was actually sneaking away to draw and color this for me. Is that not the sweetest thing you’ve heard in a LONG time!? OH! And the box with the red ribbon… / my favorites. / Chocolate-covered strawberries. / He knows me all too well. I so love this guy.

• Bathroom Challenge!
  by Ann Rodriquez

  It really IS as weird as it sounds! LOL : ) Last night two of my friends and I got together at their place and performed a challen…

  It really IS as weird as it sounds! LOL : ) Last night two of my friends and I got together at their place and performed a challenge. The rules are: 1. You have fifty shots. No more, no less. / 2. You can only take ONE shot of any particular scene/item (no trying slightly different angles to see if you can get a more eye-catching photo). All photos must be obviously different from each other. / 3. You cannot delete a photo because it’s blurry (or whatever) and try again. You have one shot at what you’re attempting. / 4. You CAN move things around to create the scene you desire. I was AMAZED at how difficult this was! It took me SO LONG because I didn’t want to mess up any photos. And it’s amazing how well it worked, too…I ended up with 39 that I thought were keepers. Usually I take several hundred pictures to get 39 I like! LOL And you’d think that you would have endless ideas, but after a while, you’re stumped! It was also fascinating to see what Matt and Natalie came up with. Some of our photos were similar, some were entirely creative and unique! I’m posting a few of my favorites today, and may post another few tomorrow. In the meantime, I CHALLENGE YOU to step into your bathroom and take the challenge! You might be surprised at what you learn!

• YA day off cos of APEC
  by tambatoys

  Well the only good thing about Apec was I got a day off, so I spent most of today stuffing around – joined facebook, cleaned the bathroom…

  Well the only good thing about Apec was I got a day off, so I spent most of today stuffing around – joined facebook, cleaned the bathroom (worst chore ever), did a load of washing and fixed a few more tshirt designs hhhmmm but maybe I should of got some groceries cos there is nothing to eat in the house :( soooooo hungry LOL / bye

• So these two guys follow our hero into the bathroom and...
  by Gregoryno6

  I had a happy day this week when my DVD of The American Astronaut arrived. / Website here....

  I had a happy day this week when my DVD of The American Astronaut arrived. / Website here. Not to be confused with a movie which starred Johnny Depp. I saw TAA at the Revelation Film Festival a few years back and I’ve never forgotten it. It sits in a genre all its own: the Western space travel musical. Part of its enormous appeal for me lies in a simple coincidence of timing. It screened not too long after Star Wars Episode 1 opened in Perth – a truly leaden movie upon which millions were squandered, beside which The American Astronaut could hardly fail to impress. It doesn’t thumb its nose at the conventions of Hollywood-style space travel; it refuses to acknowledge them altogether. The hero’s spaceship is an old steam engine; his journey is depicted in drawings; and he can’t land anywhere without half-burying his ship. Finding someone who can dig him out is always a priority. My expectations were confounded again and again. This scene is a good example. When the bearded man says “That’s him,” you know what’s coming next, don’t you? / Not this time.

• thou ought be wary, the bc fairy
  by Rella

  ‘Twas a wintry Spring time day / When the time came for the clean / An urge beyond any reproach / To reveal a sparkly glean I trembled in…

  ‘Twas a wintry Spring time day / When the time came for the clean / An urge beyond any reproach / To reveal a sparkly glean I trembled inside, as I realised / I ought now to be wary / For she would come, that manic one / The bathroom cleaning fairy Come and meet her here / I’m pretty amused and I’d love to know what you think…. :P

• While I was sleeping....
  by AmandaWitt

  I’ve been keeping a dream diary, I call it, for a couple of years now, and have recently noticed that I have so many dreams set in public…

  I’ve been keeping a dream diary, I call it, for a couple of years now, and have recently noticed that I have so many dreams set in public bathrooms/toilets, or where that is the main feature of the dream. / I have no idea why that is, a friend suggested it might be related to the fact that I may need to go to the toilet during the night, and it’s my brain’s way of letting me know that psychologically. / Just the other night I had a dream set in a school, but where I had to go to the toilet first, and couldnt’ find any. / One female block of toilets was bricked up, and in another corridor, there were two lots of male toilets. / I don’t worry anymore about it – but realise that on a fairly regular basis, I’ll probably have a dream that’s going down the toilet, so to speak.

• FOAMING WILL OCCUR
  by NellieW

  I have a spa bath. N-yah-hah! N-yah-hah! No, that was nasty of me. I’m sorry you don’t have one too. / However, like all things that …

  I have a spa bath. N-yah-hah! N-yah-hah! No, that was nasty of me. I’m sorry you don’t have one too. / However, like all things that retain their new gleam for a while mine has started to look as if a bit of elbow grease wouldn’t go astray. / I scoured the supermarket shelves, and found the very product. So today I undertook the task. How easy could it be? / Following instructions I filled the bath with cold water to just above the jets. Fine so far. Next instruction was to pour 50mls of this super duper liquid in. 50mls? Hmmmm. How to measure that? I didn’t want to use a medicine glass as I was a little worried that the toxic (and no doubt spa bath cleaner is toxic) residue might kill the next person who was taking medicine from the glass, hopeful of a cure. / So I poured a bit in. Then a bit more. Well, more has to be better, I figure. Now this is where I fell down. I should have read the next bit, rather than skipping to the following step which said, turn all jets on for five minutes, and turn the exhaust fan on as well. That meant pressing the button for the jets on the floor of the spa, and the button for the side jets, and clicking the switch for the overhead fan. Easy. / I wandered out to read the Sunday paper, and wait for the five minutes to pass. However, of course I had to go back and have a look. I must admit I got quite a fright when I did! / Foam was generating itself at a frantic rate, rising up a full foot and more above the bath, climbing the tiled walls, and spilling out onto the floor and making its way across the floor tiles towards the door. / Now I didn’t want to turn it off – I wasn’t about to waste all that water, nor the obviously more than 50mls of spa bath cleaning stuff. So I cleverly scooped up armfuls of foam and hurled them in the general direction of the basin. However, in no time at all it seemed, the basin was full with a peak of white thick suds rising like some crazy giant sized ice cream sundae. / I really needed a bucket, but where to put the suds? The window has an insect screen, so I couldn’t chuck bucketfuls out there. At a complete loss, and watching more and more foam rise and rise, I did what anyone would do, and went in search of my camera. / I took a shot just to prove it had happened. I don’t know why my family all seem to think I tend to exaggerate! / At the end of the seemingly never ending five minutes, I groped under the foam and located the two buttons to turn the jets off. I swear the foam still seemed to grow. / I then consulted the side of the bottle for further instructions. That’s when I read the bit that said, after adding 50mls, ‘Foaming may occur’. You’re telling me! / The next bit was to let the water out of the bath. Now it was a cold winter morning, the bathroom is tiled and therefore even colder than the rest of the house, I could barely see the bath, let alone find the plug, and with all the suds, I had to lean into the froth, jumper sleeve pushed up as far as it would go, and grope for the plug. During this little exercise I realised that the coldness around my ankles was the foam that lay a good six inches deep on the floor seeping into my shoes. I bravely held my breath, plunged my face into the toxic suds, and found the plug. Standing up I found I had a coating of suds on my, er, chest area, as well as a wet jumper sleeve. / The water slowly drained out of the bath. I knew this from hearing it, as I couldn’t see it for the froth and bubble. The water was gone, but the suds lived on. I once again did what any sensible person would do, and went away! / Finally I was brave enough to return and found the suds has somewhat dispersed, and the big clean up was now required. This took paper towels, cloths, a mop, a bucket, and a heap of swearing. / The bath looks pretty clean, and I’m considering writing to the manufacturers to tell them that, if the bit they put in this stuff isn’t toxic, they should patent it for bubble bath manufacture. Its certainly the most effective part of their cleaner – in fact, I’ve never seen a clearer representation of advertising hype. ‘Foaming may occur’ – all I want them to do is change that to ‘Foaming WILL occur – take cover’.

• Bathroom Smut
  by Binxie Binxie

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