That blue stuff, in the sky, what's that again? And that bright yellowish thing?
Have returned from a lovely little walk along the coastal footpath Sorrento/Marmion way. Good clear out for the lungs, and we saw some tiny doggies. It's been too long. Best part was the shedding of my coat along the way. I didn't have to wear the maximum amount of clothes possible to feel vaguely warm! Yay!
Husband has been keen to see the 2006 edition of Casino Royale, the first of the new Daniel Craig Bond films, and so tonight was the night. I would have much preferred to visit redbraids, but I wasn't safe to drive :-(
Forced by the crushing weight of government pressure, I finally got around to my 2008 Q2 BAS today. Actual income tax return awaits the arrival of bits of paper. Income=pitiful. Medical expenses=ouch. Lump sum in savings=rapidly depleting. Determination to be well=apparently irrelevant.
This is going to be one of those posts that I thought might be a threat to my professional reputation. Not so much a violation of grammar, but an angry ranty stabbity (great word mynxii) kind of post that would make someone hestitate to employ me. I. Don't. Care.
Have just returned from a walk down the Terrace, along which the winds are howling. I was fine walking against the wind, but when an eddy (in the space-time continuum) suddenly took the pressure away I very nearly fell flat on my face.
They're a bit firm and were incredibly cheap; there's something you could uncharitably class as overspill; and they were purchased with an anticipation of the near-future stretch in the fabric, but...
If you're keen on gothic horror western urban fantasy (punk) with a touch of lesbian vampire eroticism tossed in, you might enjoy Richard Calder's The Twist. And that's just the first two and a half chapters.
Just as I believed I'd found the colours for the bedroom, a thought began to intrude today: it's very brown. It being Taurus Red, destined for the wall initially intended to be festooned with the elusive Bordello Red. Colours. Chatty things.
Dusted off the colour charts and sample pots this afternoon and painted up some big pieces of cardboard. My initial eeeewwww reaction to the pot of Suede FX 'Tuscan Gold' was a good one. Painted on a decent amount of board it was gold and shiny and picked up highlights from the curtains perfectly and absolutely not what I want on my large bedroom walls. Whoa. Not in my lifetime, sunshine. I'd never sleep again.
Having a spot of difficulty breathing the last few days, which is putting a bit of a crimp in my let's-get-back-to-real-life plans now the ACS talks are done.
Definitely had enough of the cold.
*grumble grumble*
I shall have to find a spot in the sun, remove the cat from that spot, and stretch out and catch some rays. This probably means my driveway, favoured spot for star- and cloud-gazing. Lucky neighbours.
Well, I've now caught all three acts of Doctor Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog so I can take my place in internet society. It was amusing enough--and nicely produced--but nothing to drop IQ points over.
Was very happy this evening to make it to shrydar's first solo exhibition of beautiful CG works at play with light and shadow. With the promise of celery nibblies, and Husband to do the driving through the storm, we made it to the venue.
Fortunately for my little slice of suburbia, the council have removed both garden and general rubbish from the verges. A few streets away, however, what the scavengers have stirred the wind has scattered.
Husband went out for a carton of milk and returned with a cheap 7" portable DVD player. So, what's the ideal test for such a device? Lawrence of Arabia of course :-)
I have been to Bunbury and back. Somewhere in the middle I delivered my Tech Writer talk to an intimate group of a dozen or so. At some point I will report at length on the experience, but not now. It went well. I even got to use the old heckle response "Yeah, I remember my first beer."
Tomorrow I deliver my Tech Writer talk to the ACS. Like an exam this has been hovering on the calendar for quite some time, but unlike an exam I'm really looking forward to it. Most of my dumb things to say are scripted in advance, so I hope my energy levels will pick up enough to last me the rest of the night with some dignity. Then Wednesday to Bunbury and back for round II and I can relax a bit. Not that I'm stressed now, but after a while you just want even the nicest events to just be over.
If you live in a world without normal human standards of flavour, red lentils (soaked and ever so briefly stir fried with a bit of butter) taste like peppery pumpkin.
I've been avoiding them--who needed another tasteless staple?--but was pleasantly surprised by the experiment. I got me fresh ideas!
I am a fan of Simon Pegg, so when my eye was caught (ouch) by Run Fatboy Run, home it came rather than the Ratatoille I sought in the pirate section. What's a pirate section? Are all the films illegal copies? No, they all start with ARRRRR!