Oh, God. I think I've just come.
I found seven Tom Sharpe ebooks.
And they're mine. All mine.
I won't resurface for a while, if I don't have to.
Monday 26 May 2008
Friday 23 May 2008
Eloi! Eloi! Lama sabacthani!
I am in great pain. Mah belly hurts. All of it. Guh. Also, I have a wisdom tooth crowning and my gum is ripping open. Hurrah!
And I'm all sniffly. I want my mum.
At least spring is in full swing, with wildflowers and animals everywhere. There's a woodpecker who hunts outside my window, but I don't think he lives there, thanks be to all that is holy.
I saw the trippiest drawing the other day. I think it was done by a nine year old boy. It was called 'water dragon' and it was of this strange, blunt-faced animal with huuge anime eyes walking toward a fat man, barking, with someone saying 'watch the fat man.'
How awesome is that?
Also, I hate rooibos tea. It is most foul.
And look how EVUL Lucius Malfoy is.
I am in great pain. Mah belly hurts. All of it. Guh. Also, I have a wisdom tooth crowning and my gum is ripping open. Hurrah!
And I'm all sniffly. I want my mum.
At least spring is in full swing, with wildflowers and animals everywhere. There's a woodpecker who hunts outside my window, but I don't think he lives there, thanks be to all that is holy.
I saw the trippiest drawing the other day. I think it was done by a nine year old boy. It was called 'water dragon' and it was of this strange, blunt-faced animal with huuge anime eyes walking toward a fat man, barking, with someone saying 'watch the fat man.'
How awesome is that?
Also, I hate rooibos tea. It is most foul.
And look how EVUL Lucius Malfoy is.
Thursday 15 May 2008
I was trying to think last night. To really think, the way I used to, the lateral, backward-and-forward, compartmentalised way I used to. And I realised, I don't enjoy it like I did. Maybe I just feel less need to impress myself, but for all the logicality in me, I really do love a good day dream. Shame on me.
Also, I went out for a hike with some small children, to a rocky valley where there is a pond, and tadpoles, and turtles, and transparently brown fish. We caught loads of tadpoles, but I couldn't let them take any home, cause I rang their mum up and she said she hadn't anywhere to keep them. C'est la vie. Well.
My flat is coming together nicely. I'm not doing a good deal of the work, but what are pints of ice cream for beside bribing the help? Also, I desperately need a beer. I haven't had any in far too long and I'm meant to do some singing tonight. But my sinuses are congested and my immunity is low, so I likely won't be arsed.
Someone with lovely long hair is thinking of chopping it off, and I'm mortified. Which is ridiculous, of course, because I've got little-boy hair myself.
So I just realised that it doesn't do to say that my rooms are nearly finished, cause you've no idea what I've done with them. Well, the walls are repainted, in nice, colonial colours, and I have a new coffee table on which I have painted a couple circling koi, and we're building little chairs to go round them.
I've got a vase, as well, dark rust-coloured, with dead plant matter in it. New blinds, too, and an air conditioner.
Looks all sharp and sexy, really. I'm getting a bit attached to this little living space, as tawdry and inconvenient as it is.
Night!
Also, I went out for a hike with some small children, to a rocky valley where there is a pond, and tadpoles, and turtles, and transparently brown fish. We caught loads of tadpoles, but I couldn't let them take any home, cause I rang their mum up and she said she hadn't anywhere to keep them. C'est la vie. Well.
My flat is coming together nicely. I'm not doing a good deal of the work, but what are pints of ice cream for beside bribing the help? Also, I desperately need a beer. I haven't had any in far too long and I'm meant to do some singing tonight. But my sinuses are congested and my immunity is low, so I likely won't be arsed.
Someone with lovely long hair is thinking of chopping it off, and I'm mortified. Which is ridiculous, of course, because I've got little-boy hair myself.
So I just realised that it doesn't do to say that my rooms are nearly finished, cause you've no idea what I've done with them. Well, the walls are repainted, in nice, colonial colours, and I have a new coffee table on which I have painted a couple circling koi, and we're building little chairs to go round them.
I've got a vase, as well, dark rust-coloured, with dead plant matter in it. New blinds, too, and an air conditioner.
Looks all sharp and sexy, really. I'm getting a bit attached to this little living space, as tawdry and inconvenient as it is.
Night!
Monday 12 May 2008
Diversity
Mood: Hammock in the Sun
Listening To: Someone else watching 'Arthur'
Reading: Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
Eating: Danish blue and water crackers, petit ecoliers (petits ecoliers?)
Drinking: green tea
I got a bunch of free books today. Not the least of which is Venus in Furs, which was written by the bloke after whom the term 'masochism' was minted. I was going to pick up Mirabeau's Torture Garden, but I thought it was a bit much. I find, oddly, that my idealism goes really quite well with the book, but my cynicism does not. 'Whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped.' And '(woman) can only be his (man's) slave or his despot, but never his companion. This she can become only when she has the same rights as he, and is his equal in education and work.'
I don't think man and woman can ever be truly equal, in either, because they were created expressly to be different. They can be companions, yes, but to attempt to be exactly like one another is impossible. In my opinion. But then, neither can two men be equal, nor two women. And I'm going to stop yammering now because I have been eating chocolate biscuits all day, and it is not helping my brain. I got, also, the film Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, for three dollars. Which is freaking cool. And also, this little vintage compact mirror with a little rouge in it, and a ring with fake jade. SUPAHCOOL! It's a bit heavy, but it's fun to wear. And it smells a bit like nag champa.
Oh, I got pictures of the BABY! He's huge and supah ugly lookin. I'm so happy.
Listening To: Someone else watching 'Arthur'
Reading: Venus in Furs, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch
Eating: Danish blue and water crackers, petit ecoliers (petits ecoliers?)
Drinking: green tea
I got a bunch of free books today. Not the least of which is Venus in Furs, which was written by the bloke after whom the term 'masochism' was minted. I was going to pick up Mirabeau's Torture Garden, but I thought it was a bit much. I find, oddly, that my idealism goes really quite well with the book, but my cynicism does not. 'Whoever allows himself to be whipped, deserves to be whipped.' And '(woman) can only be his (man's) slave or his despot, but never his companion. This she can become only when she has the same rights as he, and is his equal in education and work.'
I don't think man and woman can ever be truly equal, in either, because they were created expressly to be different. They can be companions, yes, but to attempt to be exactly like one another is impossible. In my opinion. But then, neither can two men be equal, nor two women. And I'm going to stop yammering now because I have been eating chocolate biscuits all day, and it is not helping my brain. I got, also, the film Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, for three dollars. Which is freaking cool. And also, this little vintage compact mirror with a little rouge in it, and a ring with fake jade. SUPAHCOOL! It's a bit heavy, but it's fun to wear. And it smells a bit like nag champa.
Oh, I got pictures of the BABY! He's huge and supah ugly lookin. I'm so happy.
Thursday 8 May 2008
Ink, inc
Mood: doucement
Listening To: Biomusicology, Ted Leo and Pharmacists
Reading: absolutely nothing.
Eating: mac and cheese
Drinking: green tea!
Well, well, look who's back. I'm alive, really I am. My computer's power cord went kaput for a couple weeks, but I've a new one, so I'm back in business. Lady Things will not go down without a fight. Neither will trannies, for that matter, but I'm inclined to be philosophical about that.
In any event, I'm sort of looking for a subject for a Dionysius painting, and I've found the loveliest face for it, but I don't think I'll grind up the courage to ask. I'm looking through some old photographs, and I've got a couple winners (owing to the huge number of drunken party photographs I have stashed on the old hard drive), but we'll see, if I finally work up my courage to actually put it down. I've done the sketch on canvasboard, but I don't think it's big enough for my vision of it.
I haven't been being too creative, beyond a few sketches, which I think are really not bad at all. They're faces, but (and bear with me, here) they're women's faces. Which we all know, I'm not very good at.
Well, it's been a helluva couple weeks. We'll see what I can manage. Love and sparkles.
Listening To: Biomusicology, Ted Leo and Pharmacists
Reading: absolutely nothing.
Eating: mac and cheese
Drinking: green tea!
Well, well, look who's back. I'm alive, really I am. My computer's power cord went kaput for a couple weeks, but I've a new one, so I'm back in business. Lady Things will not go down without a fight. Neither will trannies, for that matter, but I'm inclined to be philosophical about that.
In any event, I'm sort of looking for a subject for a Dionysius painting, and I've found the loveliest face for it, but I don't think I'll grind up the courage to ask. I'm looking through some old photographs, and I've got a couple winners (owing to the huge number of drunken party photographs I have stashed on the old hard drive), but we'll see, if I finally work up my courage to actually put it down. I've done the sketch on canvasboard, but I don't think it's big enough for my vision of it.
I haven't been being too creative, beyond a few sketches, which I think are really not bad at all. They're faces, but (and bear with me, here) they're women's faces. Which we all know, I'm not very good at.
Well, it's been a helluva couple weeks. We'll see what I can manage. Love and sparkles.
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