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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The beach - perfect.



From here.

From here.

From here. Amazing detail in those ones.

From here.

From here. Look at the sand dragon eat the sandcastle maker!

From here. Hot.

From here.

Neat!


Can anyone tell I'm so procrastinating right now?!

From here.

Not so humble post

Not so humble pie is one of my favourite blogs, and Ms. Humble writes very, very nicely.

Prettily even.

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.

Beautiful.

Haha, Brill. Just brill.


How often are they replaying these episodes?

Why do the little assholes grow up to be big assholes?

When I get angry, and it doesn't happen very often - I get angry.

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.

Urgh!

Oh how our image is tarnished

Its official - everyone knows Dunedin by the couch burning.

From grabaseat, which has nothing but Dunedin flights today. Pity I have no money - everyone in Dunedin wants to get out for a bit!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Oarsome Octopus

This is an account of Legs, and his life from discovery till death - very, very cool. I started reading and just couldn't stop!

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.

Damn Birds

Pigeons nesting on the roof - and an awesome account of how they stopped it.

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.

Some people have too much time on their hands... Part II

...others have just enough.

Staple sculpture! Awesome use of office equipment.

New York:

From the amazing Tofi.

And generic city scape:

via Boing Boing

And from the same artist, amazing soap city carving!

Cool!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Pretty paper

This stuff is very pretty.

Paper coiling.

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.

All ways less perfect than I want

Made the cupcakes, the batter separated a bit, despite warm eggs and generally more carefulness than I usually employ when baking- so the cakes are a bit denser than I would have liked. I doubled the recipe, made half with fresh lemon juice and half with passion fruit pulp, the passion fruit comes through more subtly than the lemon, but is not all bad.

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.

And sprinkles.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Bullshit meter

Am baking amazing cupcakes, but have an inability to be in any room without background music or noise - hence the TV being on, and on C4.

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?!)

We need a new scale

Some of my most favourite movies are not at all the best movies out there. In fact, my taste in movies runs more towards the strangely wonderful and remarkably, laughably unrealistic (read simply 'ridiculous') than the traditionally 'good'.

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

Instrument of the gods

We went to listen to the Wellington International Ukulele Orchestra tonight and it was amazing.

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.

Its a disease, I swear

and a conundrum. A confusing, hurtful disease I wish you could just rip out like a nasty putrid cancer.

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.)

Oh my house is going to be awesome

Look at this!


From here.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

I want one so bad right now

iPhone! iWant! iImprovised!


Now iFeel really cool.

Whiteboard - window to the real

Sharktopus! Can't stay away from our office.

He did shrink though, it must be a magic power. That or this is a photo of one of his offspring.

Sharktopus must be breeding!

(but who is he mating with?!)

My bag is full of rainbows

and they're heavy.

But look! Octopus wastes the Shark! Yeah!

Hero! Awesome!

Jim makes pancakes for his daughter - amazing, wonderful pancakes!

Check out the rest of his marvelousness. That is one lucky little girl.

I love you

Dunedin.

and I wish my camera was better.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Photos that make me want to cry: Part IV

This shit is sooo cool! How much practice do they need before the angles are right?


coke from here.


from here.


from here.


from here.

and of course:

from here.

It just goes on and on and on. The amazingness is amazing.

Feel the happiness oozing. Ooooooozing.

The sunset last night was phenomenal. Walked trouble west for ages to milk every ounce of happy out of it. And then walked home in the dark, cursing daylight savings.

And then to complete the oozy cycle, sunrise this morning was like liquid, golden joy leaking over the harbour.

Gorgeous.

Thank you Dunedin, you're not all shit, all the time.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Ask a Biologist where babies come from

This is a pretty cool idea, but it must be a hell of a lot of work to keep up with questing demand.

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?!)

Photos that make me want to cry: Part III

Yay! Mini-sea bugs!

Squid worm:


Young cephalopod:


Larval tube anemone:


and the Pink Sea Cucumber!


Goooorgeous.

From the Census of Marine Life.

Get angry!

Why are more people not up in arms about this? It elicits an instant anger and *fear* response in me.

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.

Urgh!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Too much time, just enough foam

Day before I was due to leave, I was in the lab like a good little minion - but had sweet f.a. to do.

So I improvised!

Foam cat - just as big and ready to take on the Unicorn.

Back to the genius factory

Yep. That's what I keep telling myself.

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

How Odd!

Life is slow, and relaxed.

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

Is this the real world now?

19 hours sleep. I am impressed with myself.

And the cat was tight beside me the whole time.

Awwww.

Friday, April 16, 2010

So tired I can't sleep

I was waiting in LAX when the 'cano ruptured, gate next door was due to leave at the same time as us - to Heathrow.

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.)

Home.

Tired.

Dirty.

Shower.

Sleep.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

We are not amused.. or entertained

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Yup.

(is there even a word limit?)

Oh god, regret! Retreat!

Nasty nasty onion rings making me wanna upchuck.

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)

Beautiful

I want.

Think of all the things I could make!

From here and here.

Deja vu...

Back at LAX, different terminal this time, slightly nicer. Better food at least.

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.

Suck.

And they are circular

I'm having a cup-o-lard accompanying my dinner burger (last supper-the US version), aka onion rings.

Allot bigger than I was expecting, and slightly tasty.

Very, very greasy.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Bittersweet goodbyes

Have booked my shuttle to get to the airport in the morn - chick on the phone couldn't understand me at all, thought my name was CeeRay or some shit. Then she proceeded to tell me my flight left at 5.30pm, when I know (I checked online) that it leaves at 1.50pm.

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!


Pretty much all pop culture and Grandiose War Statements

Went to the National Museum of American History this afternoon.

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.

Round and round she goes

Back to Dupont Circle (to pick up a scarf for my favourite sister, not cause there isn't enough shit to see so that you have to see it all twice),- only this time without the crazy-ass dancers.


Look! That statue's nakey!

(for my next trip, I will undertake a world tour of naked statuary)

Their stupidity is infectious

Happened across this:

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."

W.

T.

F.?!

Need more crack.

Repetitive, I am. Return home, I must.

Oh hey, I don't think we've met-

Wait a minute...


Tricked me, you did.

Punished you, I have.

(This one called 'You Tart!'; also appropriate, it is.)

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Oh yes, there's more

National Gallery of Art - West wing (old school - my kind of awesome)

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.

Neat.