Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Someone made a comment on a thread about how Ms. Humble is one of those 'perfect' types of blogger - she does take amazing, gorgeous photos of the baking she makes.
I quite like her reply here.
And when I say angry, I mean melting hot coals and slow bubbling toxic larva.
You can't usually tell, I've been told I get very quiet and my face blanks out - no expression, probably a containment mechanism to be honest. No point inflicting your anger on people other than the ones causing it.
I'd like to think my anger is tempered by good sense, intelligence and clarity of thought. There's nothing worse than making more problems for yourself due to your own anger than dealing with only the ones you had to be angry about in the first place. This was a long and hard lesson learnt. However, I also think this knowledge adds to the anger. When you just want to lash out, you just want to lash out, irrespective of the consequences.
So the issue occurs when there is no outlet - I have been unjustly wronged, and for various reasons there is nothing I can do about the arrogant, ignorant, slimy, immature little weasel.
I want to ruin him.
To add salt to the wound I think I very well could - if I could spare the time and the resources.
I want everyone else to know what a complete waste of human flesh he is. How short on common decency and lacking in moral code. How he completely lacks the intelligence to back up his arrogant claims to the contrary. His complete lack of maturity and adult thought process despite being on this earth for the exact same number of years as myself.
And just to stamp my foot and blow a raspberry - he's short.
My opinion of human kind wavers between disgust and miraculous wonder. I am unsure yet (what with only 24 years under my belt) which is coming out on top.
"The more I see of the world, the less inclined I am to think well of it."
I downloaded a glass smashing app. Its more fun than therapy.
Such childish games we play. Being an adult sucks hairy bollocks.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Baby Legs (not actually him, a close representation):
Big Legs, and still growing:
Those are fingers in the top right corner.
Legs plays, and eats a lot, and gets in moods and hides, shoots ink and eats the other fish in the tank; if you can stand scrolling though all the posts, with interjections from the seemingly tight knit octopus community, its an entertaining story.
Makes me want to keep an octopus (with the intent of mating it to a shark, of course) but it sounds like an awful lot of work - plus the massive tank/filter set up.
I particularly like "4. Cut the rest of the spike rails into little blocks and glued them down along the roof edges and next to the nook, so that any attempts to land would be thwarted by the possibility of getting stabbed in the butt."
Nothing worse than the possibility of being stabbed in the butt.
Staple sculpture! Awesome use of office equipment.
From the amazing Tofi.
And generic city scape:
via Boing Boing
And from the same artist, amazing soap city carving!
Monday, April 26, 2010
The one "Darwin was wrong" is especially brilliant, but apart from that - just lovely.
A lot of time for non-permanent artwork. But I guess the same could be said of a painting. Perhaps that shit is all glued down.
I seem to have a picture in my head of small sponge cakes - light and airy with little rounded tops - which I never achieve in cupcakes. I remember my mother making butterfly cakes when we were little - you cut off those little rounded tops, pipe in some cream and reattach the tops in 2 pieces - wings.
However, for my first attempt, we cannot expect anything better than the first species of cookie.
Can't go wrong with lemon cream cheese icing.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Trouble is sleeping on the couch, all laxed out, taking up 2 full cushions. Its lucky I have two couches really.
Anyway - Miley Cyrus (*gag*) came on, and the dog threw his head up in the air with a deep throated growl and then started barking. Wouldn't stop till I changed the channel.
My baby has good taste.
Well, he ignores every other music video; there must be some dog-pitched crap coming out of Miley Cyrus's mouth along with all the regular, normal crap.
Good to know.
(in related news - looking up Wikipedia for ol' Miley, I discovered her and that Amanda Show chick aren't actually the same person. Who knew?!)
I like the epics as well of course, but the crazies do hold special place in my heart.
For example - Mega Shark. Probably enough said.
2012? So awesome I giggled almost the entire way through.
Clash of the Titans, 3D - brilliant. Absolutely no value in and of itself, but awesome. And at least 50% of the time I was trying to work out why I recognised the dude, but he's totally off Avatar. Another awesomely ridiculous movie.
I'm pretty sure my magpie genes make anything 3D seem better than it actually is too.
Black Sheep, Zombieland (possibly the fave movie of the moment - I mean, Zombies! Brill.) And I, of course, cannot wait for Sharktopus. But look what I read about yesterday - Piranha 3-D. No. Shit. Whoop!
And for the shear scope of my ability to appreciate absolutely shite movies for factors other than the ridiculous awesome factor - I watched New Moon three times on the plane. Two different planes, to be fair - fact none the less.
But we all know I have an unhealthy attraction to the vampire phenomenon.
Claimed it :D
Friday, April 23, 2010
How did I not know they existed? How have I not been to see them before? How did I resist buying their CD's? ('cause I'm so planning on buying them online, that's how. And maybe a T shirt. And then I can, of course, load the songs up on the lab play list...)
They were funny, and actually quite musically talented. Nigel Collins in particular had a voice I would be happy with singing me to sleep (wink wink) and a beautiful 'fro you just want to run your hands through. Ha.
Seriously though, what else belonging to the awesome category have I yet to discover?
Its enough to make one excited about life really.
And exactly what I needed tonight.
There's this thing, and I want to share, but I can't, and it sucks.
Why can't life be fair?!
(and no matter how many cups of concrete I proscribe myself, it never helps! Godamn! Concrete should solve everything.)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
coke from here.
and of course:
It just goes on and on and on. The amazingness is amazing.
And then to complete the oozy cycle, sunrise this morning was like liquid, golden joy leaking over the harbour.
Thank you Dunedin, you're not all shit, all the time.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
And isn't it all stuff you can find via research (or dare I say wikipedia) on the net anyway?
Even little kids know how to Google search these days.
(how old do I sound right now?!)
Clay and his partner of 20 years, Harold, lived in California. Clay and Harold made diligent efforts to protect their legal rights, and had their legal paperwork in place—wills, powers of attorney, and medical directives, all naming each other. Harold was 88 years old and in frail medical condition, but still living at home with Clay, 77, who was in good health.
One evening, Harold fell down the front steps of their home and was taken to the hospital. Based on their medical directives alone, Clay should have been consulted in Harold’s care from the first moment. Tragically, county and health care workers instead refused to allow Clay to see Harold in the hospital. The county then ultimately went one step further by isolating the couple from each other, placing the men in separate nursing homes. Ignoring Clay’s significant role in Harold’s life, the county continued to treat Harold like he had no family and went to court seeking the power to make financial decisions on his behalf. Outrageously, the county represented to the judge that Clay was merely Harold’s “roommate.” The court denied their efforts, but did grant the county limited access to one of Harold’s bank accounts to pay for his care.
What happened next is even more chilling: without authority, without determining the value of Clay and Harold’s possessions accumulated over the course of their 20 years together or making any effort to determine which items belonged to whom, the county took everything Harold and Clay owned and auctioned off all of their belongings. Adding further insult to grave injury, the county removed Clay from his home and confined him to a nursing home against his will. The county workers then terminated Clay and Harold's lease and surrendered the home they had shared for many years to the landlord.
Three months after he was hospitalized, Harold died in the nursing home. Because of the county’s actions, Clay missed the final months he should have had with his partner of 20 years. Compounding this tragedy, Clay has literally nothing left of the home he had shared with Harold or the life he was living up until the day that Harold fell, because he has been unable to recover any of his property.
How can people do that to someone else? How can it be justified?!
Clay is now suing the county, the auction company, and the nursing home. This story should get as much attention as Constance McMillen's story. More attention. There should be protests outside the hospital and county administration buildings. And I think another phone call from the president is called for.
Its certainly not something that would make it into our papers, and I hope something that would certainly not happen in this country. If that had happened to my grandparents, or even my parents...
I too, hope the lawsuit is fully successful- and heads roll.
Monday, April 19, 2010
In other news - Lilly grew up while I was away!
And the frogs are getting fat!
Its just so hard to get a good photo of them in their world. But I don't think they would appreciate being pulled out just for a photo shoot.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
I'm finding it mighty strange.
How does one get back into normal life? Normal work, normal routines, normal non-overseas-travel excitingness. Just regular, every day, normal excitingness.
Normal chores and obligations - the bathroom needs scrubbing; and my weeds are singing choruses they are so large and evolved.
Shall pick up the trouble child this afternoon, that will be a bit of a normal insanity injection. I can't wait, I have missed him and just want to hold him. Have had at least 24 hours of holding the oldest child (and feeding him, the little bugger is trying to get as big as the dog to assert his authority more efficiently I think) he will definitely not be happy to lose my undivided attention no doubt. But trouble is so happy at the kennels playing with all the other puppies, the lady on the phone was quite ready to keep him forever.
That's my baby, charming everyone around him.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Very exciting urgent PA and allot of angry, dismayed, stranded people.
We got on our plane and left on time. :D
An old lady did ask me in the line though - "They are letting us fly? Won't we be affected by it on the way to NZ?!"
Sweetheart. Do you people even know where NZ is?!
(Also - how bad luck are my smelly shoes for LAX?! Earthquakes, 'canos. -Next time it'll be floods and hurricanes.)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
(is there even a word limit?)
And how come I never get the sneaky upgrade to first class?! Do they even do that any more?
Saw a dude miss his flight at Dulles, he got super angry and was yelling and shit, got to the point that the police officer got involved, he was all walking up in his face, pointing his finger, all "I pay your salary" -and the officer just unclipped his gun.
I got out my camera.
Nah, jk. I looked studiously at my book, avoiding all possible eye contact.
I can't even imagine getting that rude &/or confrontational.
Good rule though, if you can't hold your temper; when the gun gets unclipped - you walk away.
(whilst still muttering of course, can't let the man win one)
Have hacked into Air France's premium customers wifi - cheers Air France. I'm pretty sure I'm not flying with you...
This whole time travel thing is messing with my mind - have gone back 3 hours from DC time, and am about to go forward a million hours to Aux time.
~3 hours to wait for my tin can, someone should email-entertain me. I'm bored.
Oh, and FYI - is is impossible to find stamps anywhere in this country, no one knows when you ask - the best answer I got was "there's a postal museum over there". Maybe I have been asking wrong. (or not even speaking English)
Def none at the airport though, and no postboxes either - looks like its postcards via hand-carriage and Auckland mail centre.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Thanks SuperShuttle; doing good work in every world city.
I shan't ever complain about the cost of a shuttle in NZ again though - Jeeeebus.
I am so tired I'm not sad at all to be leaving - am sure the depression will kick in as soon as I get off the plane at Dunedin airport though, into minus-happiness temps.
DC is sad to see me go though - see, even the trees are weeping pretty blossoms for me!
And is was cool.
Saw Julia Child's real kitchen that she cooked in for 50 years or so, cupboards included. Boy, did she have allot of pots. (and fyi, my Kenwood is soooo much better than her KitchenAid)
A whole house they airlifted in, to preserve history. The house is, I suspect, original only in its timber framing - the rest is all wank.
Lincoln's top hat (man, he was an ugly bugger)
Kermit the frog - skinnier than I remember him.
Ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz - actually one of 7 pairs made, if you read the placard - which no one else seems to do.
The original (~200yo) Star Spangled Banner that inspired the national anthem; which is freaking huge and missing chunks where peeps have taken 'mementos' over the years. Its only got 15 stripes and 15 stars, which looks mighty weird.
Big exhibit on wars - civil, the ones they got in on - and the ones they started. Very much 'we are the superest super power' and so on. Thanks America, for saving the world and making it such a good place for the rest of us. I particularily liked the justification for the middle-east invasions. Very well written. (I threw up on the wall panneling).
And a big gallery of the gowns worn by the First Ladies over the years - this was crazy cool. They totally act like rock stars. Or royalty. Which I guess they are the equivalent of.
I think I liked this Museum because it was purely America - the Nat His. etc could never live up to the awesome-that-is-London version.
Look! That statue's nakey!
(for my next trip, I will undertake a world tour of naked statuary)
and the main sign, of which I stood in front of for a mo, trying to figure out if I had heard of, or what was - the church of CIENTology.
and was like, "that totally sounds like Scientology."
Need more crack.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
This was my favourite today I think, I looked at her for a good 10 minutes and was quite ready to take her with me. Suited dude grinned at me on my way out - I'm pretty sure he was reading my mind. (damn security and their magic wooden sticks!)
and the East Wing, modern (funnily enough - also my kind of awesome) To be honest, by the time I got here it was very near to closing, but underground between the two wings is this:
Weirdly beautiful. Its constantly moving and changing patterns. And a big art book shop at the other end *contented sigh*
The building itself is also very cool:
And in the cobbled way, between the two wings are these:
They are actually skylights onto the concourse below.