Showing posts with label vlog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vlog. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Meet my housecoat - VIDEO

Shucks. Working late. Time keeps on drifting, drifting...

In leui of the written word, please enjoy the following stream of consciousness video blog.


 




Cheerio,
Margaret

Saturday, July 18, 2015

17 July 2015 blog



I wish I could write a long, hilarious blog post full of delightful sentence fragments and sentences beginning with "and" and "but" (typical Madgespace). But I can't. Instead, I have an 'almost live' video for you, the diehards, to watch. It's about my drive home to Kenmore from Fremont. Enjoy!

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Giving these typing fingers a rest

Sometimes, after writing all day about card payment solutions for SMEs, you just can't go home and write a blog post.

Tonight is one of those nights.

Enjoy a video message instead. Don't worry, it's SFW.



Your sleepy friend,
Margaret

P.S. Andy ordered in some food for his dinner tonight. Guess what he got.

Pizza? Nope!

Thai food? Nope!

Indian food? Nope!



SPAGHETTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Sunday, November 9, 2014

I want to play a brass instrument

A military marching band went by our flat today, and boy could those ol' geezers play! It made me think: Have I missed my calling? Was I never meant to be a digital marketer, but actually one of the great horn players of my generation? Cue spine chills. 

Have a listen for yourself.


I'd like to learn the...
  • Trombone, so I could look awesome and tone my arm fat. 
  • Saxophone, so I could be mates with Kenny G and ask him to guest star on one of my tracks.
  • Bugle, so I could wake up summer campers and, that's it I suppose (is there any other purpose for a bugle?). 
  • Sousaphone, so I could find out what that is.
  • Tuba, actually, I don't think I want to learn the tuba. Far too heavy. 
Kenneth Bruce Gorelick. The man, the legend.
Image via Wikimedia Commons

Boo hoo, the weekend's over. Tell me again why we've all decided that a five-day work week is OK? We've done this too ourselves! Oh well. Treat yourself to a pastry of some sort tomorrow morning and it will all be fine. 

Love,
Margaret
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