Fabulous Fridays: 25 February 2011

Well, this week's been a whirlwind of disappointments and exciting revelations. Better relax with some links before we pop a gasket!

• There's a certain power in beating men at their own game. Especially if it involves cards and money. I admire these chicks.
• Geocaching is like scavenger hunting for grown-ups. I can't wait to try it!
• I'm an INFJ in the Myers-Briggs personality test, making me the rarest of all types, apparently. Recommended careers for my type include mediation and writing. Pretty accurate considering I am currently moving between these two careers. What's your type?
• Brilliant mashup: Funky Cold Madonna. Also, U Can't Touch My Humps. 
• I'm a bit of a hippie when it comes to deodorant and obsess about them being cruelty- and aluminium-free. On the other hand, I hate the ones that smell like tea tree oil or fly spray. Solution: Batty's Bath vegan deodorants. I've ordered the cotton candy and buttercream scents. Delicious!
• My movie script:

Whiteys Take Manhattan
an original screenplay concept
by Becks

African-American comedy: A pimply computer nerd teams up with a kind hearted prostitute to take a cruise on an unsinkable ship. In the process they accidentally kill a ghost. By the end of the movie they have sex with 3 cars and end up winning the admiration of their parents, living happily ever after.

Think Gone With the Wind meets Pretty Woman.

            Gobsmackingly good, huh? Make your own masterpiece here.

• I'm one of those unfriendly souls that just wants people living within a 2km radius to f*ck the hell off -- probably because we had God-awful neighbours when I was growing up. Neighbours-Be-Gone trees? What an excellent idea! Bonus points for being able to run around nekkid in my backyard.
• I saw this dude at our Fringe Festival a few years ago. Best comedy performance I've ever seen. Here's a taste.
• Added to the ever-expanding "surely you're sh*tting me" category is the New Kids On the Block theme cruise. Yes, you heard right.
• The mean old Internet is picking on bricks-and-mortar bookstores. I've got my pitchfork ready to join the lynch mob.

Ahhhh, that's better.