Showing posts with label oprah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label oprah. Show all posts

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Oprah Autotuned

Have you seen this yet? It makes me laugh. The melodrama. The autotuning. And my favourite piece - Australia's biggest icon ever - not the Qantas plane - but Captain John Travolta coming down the stairs. He's Australian, right? Er.. No? Just everyone's favourite non-couching jumping Scientologist.

I'm thinking this will make a great ringtone. Just to really, really drive everyone stark raving bonkers.

Are you excited that Oprah and 300 of her best friends are going to be hitting our golden shores? I bet you are counting down the days.

Friday, 29 May 2009

Doing An Oprah


Once upon a time in a galaxy, far, far away I read that Oprah put all her kitchen utensils in a box. Ground breaking I know. Oprah has a box? Who woulda thunk it?

Well it gets better.

Over the next month, when she was cooking (she cooks!) whatever utensil, tool, gadget etc that she used, it got put back into the drawer.

If, by the end of the month, certain utensils weren't used, they were given away to an op shop.

Sounds good. Yes?

What's good enough for Oprah is good enough for me. She hasn't married Stedman. Neither have I. She has her own talk show. I sometimes like watching it (preferably when they're doing makeovers). She appears on the cover of her own magazine. And so could I if I was rolling in money and had my own magazine. Well if it's good enough for Oprah, it's good enough for me. Will you join me in evicting errant cutlery and utensils cluttering up your drawers? Let's face it friends, I am kerrrr-azy.


image via (clearly not mine, I'm not that organised... or bored)