Despite being trounced by the English and losing the Ashes, we will hold our heads high come the hot weather. Because there’s just something wonderful about cricket.

1. The Terminology – googlies, silly mid on, nightwatchmen, bunnies and golden ducks. Explaining cricket to a novice is entertaining.
2. The Trousers – There’s something about a sport played in slacks.
3. The Refinement of the Member’s Stand – suits and frocks and lovely sunhats.
4. The Larrikins on the Hill – watermelon hats? Really?
5. The Memories –
6. The Legends – The Don, c. Marsh b. Lillee, Steve Waugh’s tour diaries, Warney’s first magical ball to Gatting, Dougie Walters laidback brilliance…
7. The Commentary Teams – You don’t fill five days worth of airwaves without being genuinely entertaining.
8. The 12th Man’s It’s Just Not Cricket –
9. The Length – Five day tests mean you can get on with life while you’re watching and not miss too much.
10. The Underdogs - This is what we’ll be next time. And everyone loves an underdog.

Drop us a comment telling us what you love about cricket!

Time for another Monday’s Which What Who, where I spend time faffing around on the internet, so you don’t have to. Yes, yes I know it’s Tuesday already. Yes, yes I know I cheated by putting yesterday’s date. Hush now.

Nanny Goats in Panties addresses the funny side of google ads in gmail. Especially how certain keywords can block ads altogether. (I’m just tickled that when you check your spam folder, you get recipes for Spam.)

Faffing around on the internet just wouldn’t feel right without doing a Mental Floss quiz in between laughing at LOLcats and “accidently” clicking on porn. The Heavy Metal Umlaut Quiz appeals to me as a former German language student and secret aficionado of men with long hair and ripped jeans.

Being somewhat accident prone I appreciated this list of things that were invented by accident. Who knows, one day my short attention span may make me a household name. Should I ever start hanging around in laboratories, that is.

If The Beatles, The Who, Hendrix and Led Zep had owned thesauruses, our airwaves could have sounded so different – with Rock and Roll Thesaurusized at McSweeneys.net

Now, pardon me at the same time as I make out with the atmosphere…

Humour is such a subjective thing. Some people like satire, others prefer dirty limericks, some deranged folk (of which I am one) can’t get enough of a good pun. There are people who like their comedy literate and high-brow and others who are partial to slapstick. Many of us like both. I’m sure psychologists could put together a fancy study correlating humour preferences to personality type, and expound upon why it is so. And yet, there are some things that are just funny. Inexplicably so.

Here are a few that come to mind.

Nuns. Nuns are hilarious. Flying nuns, boxing nuns, rock and roll nuns, nuns basically doing anything other than praying = funny. And yet I hear the movie Nuns on the Run wasn’t funny at all. Shame that.

People thinking they have a bug on them. OK – hands up everyone who has tickled the ear of a sleeping friend to make them swat at themselves. Or has almost wet their pants watching someone leap about to get some kind of creepy-crawly off their person (or as we like to call it – ‘doing the spider dance”), only to discover it’s a dried up leaf or bit of lint.  Yep – me too. Even with my well-documented arachnophobia, I think that’s funny. Not when it happens to me of course. Then it’s JUST MEAN! AND I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD MAKE FUN OF ME WHEN I WAS JUST SO SCARED!! [blows into paper bag]

Sloths. Brilliant animals. Certainly more highly evolved than we humans. Can anyone look at a picture or a video of a sloth without guffawing in delight? Meerkats are another funny animal – although I’d categorise them as more ‘delightful’ than ‘hilarious’. And I have it on good authority that non-Australians find dingoes funny. Well, the word ‘dingo’ anyway. Dingo. Diiingo. Yeah – OK – I guess I can see that being a little chuckleworthy.

German Folk Dancing. Confession here – being a good Bavarian girl, I did German Folk Dancing for many years as a kid. It’s awesome fun, and I love it, but you gotta admit it’s funny. You know – the knee slapping kind, where they wear Lederhosen. *snerk* Lederhosen! (Sorry, Dad, if you’re reading this, but that photo of you as a kid in your little short leather pants on Bondi Beach? Bloody hilarious.)

Smart Cars. OK – smart cars in the city? Clever. Smart, even. (Hey, look what they did there!) Smart cars on the freeway going bzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzzzzz-zzzzzzzzzzzzzz-zzzzzzz? Funny!

And you know what’s not funny? Clowns. Go figure.

Comment below with what else is just funny with no explanation required.

First of all, I’m kind of glad that Susan has been so distracted with her plans to Organise the World, that she hasn’t noticed that I didn’t post a WhichWhatWho post last week. Or if she did notice, she decided not to say anything because of that whole glass-houses-stone-throwing thing.

Right – on to what has caught my eye this week.

As much as I don’t like to laugh at another’s misfortunes, Kristin at Kicked Out of Mom’s Club had me giggling with  her discovery that Smooth Silky Legs hair remover, red wine and the Karate Kid Soundtrack do not a good combination make.

Find out what type of twitter personality you are at Tremendous News.

Mia Freedman of mamamia.com asks whether technology is stealing our ability to be alone. I only started using a mobile phone regularly about two years ago, and I’d have to say yes. My handbag was stolen yesterday, and I shuddered most at the thought of going out today without my phone. What if something happened to the kids and the school was trying to get hold of me? Two years ago I would never have thought so negatively – but for a moment this morning I considered not going to a long awaited lunch with my primary-school friends because I wouldn’t have been reachable. Silly. Is it great to be contactable in an emergency? Yes. Do we need to be contactable 24 hours a day? I think not. Would I have not recognised my phone’s ringtone and just sat there grooving to my own personal theme music and thus missed the call anyway? Most likely. My ringtone has been the same for the past two years, mind you (the intro to Stacked Actors by FooFighters, because I am just that cool) so it’s surprising that I don’t recognise it and if you hear it coming from a phone and the person is carrying this bag please punch them in the face for me, because THAT’S MY BAG AND MY PHONE!!!

On a lighter note (and as a reward for making it to the end of the previous “sentence”), here’s the 15 creepiest vintage ads of all time.

Well, I might have to come up with a shorter, catchier title, but the basic premise remains.

In keeping with my general bull-at-a-gate, jumping-in-the-deep-end, mixing-random-metaphors habit, I’m going to tackle all areas of my life at once in one great big super overhaul. It’s like Renovation Rescue for my life – out with the old, broken, sadly out of date and no longer useful and in with… well, I’m not sure yet. But whatever it is it will be organised, useful and won’t take up much space.

Budget, kids’ routines, paperwork, cleaning, wardrobes, cooking, writing – I’m reviewing the whole lot. Watch out world, I’m a woman with a mission.

There is one significant obstacle to overcome in my headlong rush towards organisational enlightenment however. When she reads this (yes Meredith, I’m talking about you), she will phone me and remind me gently but firmly that I was instructed to make my blog posts funny.

Personally, I don’t think she has anything to worry about. If you could see my house, you’d think the idea of me getting it all under control in a month is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

To keep Meredith happy however, I will do my very best to share only the light-hearted, amusing side of my headlong rush into domestic routine. The quirky little highlights in my otherwise dust-coated day.

My first baby step in the direction of a clutter-free life will be to make all posts in my Google reader as ‘read’.

Goodbye witty and amusing posts that I would have loved if only I had read you. Goodbye book recommendations for novels that I would love to add to my TBR if it hadn’t already reached critical mass. Goodbye thoughtful, encouraging, thought-provoking or simply interesting posts. I wish I had read you, but I’m afraid it’s just not going to happen.

Ah, I feel better already.

Anyone want to join me on this odyssey to liberate myself from chaos? Misery loves company The more the merrier. Jump on the bandwagon and we’ll conquer our To Do Lists one task at a time. 

PS I know I posted about this last week. I have spent the past week waiting for you all to send my the links to the miracle website or the name of the perfect book to help me in my quest. Sadly, there were no miracle solutions forthcoming, so it looks like I’m just going to have to do this the hard way.

PPS I haven’t posted a photo with this post because I think I may have frightened Aunt Becky from Mommy Wants Vodka with the photo on my last organisational blog. I will try to find some less confronting images to include in the future.