Via Jezebel, Jane Austen’s Fight Club.

“No corsets, no hatpins, and no crying”

I have screwed the site up twice today already.

You’d have thought I’d have learned the first time to double-check what templates I’m copying and pasting in to when I have more than one open on my monitors.

Yeah. Apparently not.

Well hello, stranger!

I’m back, with huge things in mind. Yeah, yeah, I know you’ve heard it all before but really, we’re gonna stick with it this time!

While I’m getting things up and running again, I hope you’ll bear with me just a little bit. I have to manually drag in entries from the old site and I intend to pull in some others from the other spots I’ve blogged over the years – all the good, the bad and a sizable chunk of the extremely ugly. You can forget about that old Greymatter site though. Seriously.

In the meantime, please enjoy one of my favourite Kiwi bands, Opshop. They’re a close second behind these guys (even with the family bias aside).

Ms Photogenic (Ellie) gets up close and personal.