If you're on social media, no doubt, like mine, your timeline has been saturated by friends posting their cryptic Wordle score in the form of a distinct green, yellow and white, lined cubic graphic

Sure, we put on brave faces in December, talking up our New Year's resolutions and how much more committed to them we’d be if we just wrote them down.

Could an arbitrary 24 hour period on the Gregorian calendar really help us be our ‘best selves’?

Why, after overspending on the engagement ring, splurging on the dress and stumping up for the catering, would anyone bother wasting money on these?

Yes, the world can be a confusing place, but so confusing that people are asking moi?

With half a million lady horses kicking around, we should be sipping one horse latte for every five cow lattes downed.

‘Call mum’ has been on there for a week. ‘Do taxes’ for at least a month. ‘Reorganise desktop files’? I think that’s from when I had my old computer. How did it come to this?

If you see Google’s estimated travel time of 22 minutes as more ‘challenge’ than ‘fact’, then this one's for you.

We all know these people. The ones who get the rockstar parking spots, the meat trays at pub raffles and the quaddies on Cup Day. They put it down to their lucky undies, their lucky numbers, or good karma but how can this be?

No amount of retro or chic can compensate for the daily pain and misery that these systems bring. So why not change?

Look Emma, does it really matter why? For once, can’t we just enjoy the simple fact that it is? As a dad, with a bod, I feel like trying to get to the bottom of this is like your kids trying to get to the bottom of how the tooth fairy works. Nothing good can come of it.

They say it’s hard to be certain about anything in life except death and taxes. But you, dear Francis, sound certain that something’s not quite right here.

Ah, the vaccine. Whether you’re for it or against it, medically trained or a year 10 biology dropout, everyone in Australia has got their take.

Ah yes, we’ve all been there. For months you’ve pined over what a little bit of extra dosh will do for your happiness. You’ve imagined the luxe restaurants you’ll be able to dine at, how that magnificent new watch will look on your wrist and how much sweeter the red wine will taste when you’re not paying it off in regular instalments.

The day trading/commodity trading/cryptocurrency trading game is a wild ride Jono, but you already knew that, didn't you? You and the nine million other Aussie investors who truly understand the thrill of the short, the rush of an exotic derivative or the pure joy of using your Trezor to buy an NFT with Ether. No wonder you've been hitting refresh like a sneakerhead on drop day.

We’ve all experienced the collective anxiety that occurs when your waiter takes mental note of the table’s order like they’re on the podium at the World Memory Championships (yep, real thing).

It's tough to go past the 11:11 phenomena, and a quick scour of the internet reveals plenty of perfectly reasonable explanations including the 'synchronicity of the universe', 'auspicious signs', 'the opening of opportunity portals' and 'the presence of spirits'. Sigh.

It seems there are only two types of drivers in the world; those who think they're better than everyone else, and the 20 professional formula one drivers (earning up to $76 million a year driving a car around a track) who probably are.

It’s a great question Millie, and the rise of Pluto suggests that the answer is just around the corner (along with an event that will prompt you to reassess a close relationship and a major life decision that will require you to trust your gut).

It doesn't seem to matter if we're out with childhood friends, the extended family or our celebrity crush,, when it comes time to pay the bill, everyone's a bloody hero. Odd right, especially considering how much we also seem to love the idea of 'free!'?