The adventures of Almigo

Well tonight's the night - after what feels like this particular season has gone on for around 8 years, we'll finally find out who wins My Kitchen Rules Australia. Which will thrill my wife to no end and will cheer me up as I will no longer have the urge to fling the couch at the screen when I hear Manu blag on about having more sauce. Not enough sauce. Chef hats off to the producers though as they've done exceptionally well this year in casting some of the most hated and grating contestants they could find to really get my distaste of cooking shows well roasted. Seriously, if drinking games involving cringe-worthy moments were mandatory in watching episodes of MKR then my liver would have thrown up the white flag of defeat before the series even kicked off. I mean after watching all the moaning and backstabbing on the show, the carrying on and the tears, the name calling and behind the back boot sinking - would you invite any of the contestants around for a...

It's fair to say that when the IFTTT app (If this then that) first hit the iPhone, I was pretty damn excited . One of the first things I set it to do was monitor the price of Woolworths shares and shoot me a quick email if they rose or fall according to the prices I set. Still enjoying this Did I actually buy Woolworth shares? Er no, no I didn't. (Probably a good thing as I rarely received a 'The price has gone up!' email through IFTTT). But I did set it up for a few handy shortcuts that I'm still using to this day (including the one that posts a link up on my Twitter every time I post here on Blogger). So you can only imagine how happy I am reading on Lifehacker that IFTTT has now come to play on Android... (Not sure what the hell IFTTT this? Here's a quick link! )

So I was in Big W today. In the middle of School Holidays here in Australia. At the gateway to Easter (yes I realise now I picked a time as busy as the christmas rush, that's when clever me decides is a good time to shop..) shopping for a possible anniversary gift. And in the middle of the screaming kids and shocking trolley pilots, the one thing that definately wasn't on my mind was: Now that the Biggest Loser is over, what's Michelle Bridges up to? My primary thought was actually escape. A pity, because I discovered that's she's been busy making everything.* 

For the next three weeks I've got the fun job of not only giving away three Fitbit Flex's on my radio show thanks to the local Harvey Norman but also roadtesting one myself. If you've never seen nor heard of the Fitbit before, it basically looks like this: My own bodyhair. Copyright 2014 Almigo All Rights Reserved. And it basically does this while you forget it's there:   It fits around your wrist and records just about everything. How many steps you take on a daily basis, how much of your tasty meals you're burning through - even how much sleep you're getting including time take to toss and turn! It syncs up with your phone (or pc if your phone isn't new enough) and at a flick of your app, you can get up to date info on how your journey to INCREDIBLE FITNESS and MAD SWOLENESS you're actually getting. I reckon it's a brilliant little bit of kit and I can see why they're selling like diet hot cakes. And in the three days I've ...

Okay Internets, I've hit a brick wall and I need your help. I have a song stuck in my head that's been there for longer than I can remember and no matter what I try, I can't find it.  It's an electro dance(ish) song from the 90s. (Prob mid to late 90s) He's a cowboy! Oh and it's about Cowboys and riding a horse... Oh holy hell it's taken two years but I've finally found it!!

Don't you hate when you've been wrestling with a problem for a couple of days and finally in a 'I'll try this and if it doesn't work I'm going to burn the whole f'n thing down' moment when you're completely at your wits end, you brain suddenly farts an answer that was probably staring at you right in the face from the very first second? I've just had a hallelujah moment so big I just sprouted a pair of wings with nary a can of red bull in sight. Praise brain fart, amen. And I've also come to loathe poorly written instructions at the same instance for this very reason...