Thursday, March 29, 2012

Still totally fine

Hello. Hi.

Yes, so I work in an office now. I guess the whole "working from home" aspect of this blog is now defunct.

But I am still totally fine. For now.

While I have been here I have got into the fairly bad habit of spending around $60 a week on coffee. That might be an exaggeration. Or, it might be bad maths skills. You are just going to have to trust me when I tell you that I have been starting my day with 4 shots of coffee.

I've decided to stop that now. For one reason, the baristas are annoying. Over 3 months of going to the same place every morning and asking them to put ALL OF THE COFFEE in a large cup, and they still act like they don't know me.

Another reason is that I want to spend money on more important things.

And, you know, health... or something.

This morning I am drinking a peppermint tea. I've always liked the stuff, but this morning I resent it with the flaming fervor of 11 angry suns.

Look at this insipid penguin piss.

For as long as I have the wherewithal and presence of mind, I am going to attempt to chart my inevitable decline. I expect that there will be stages, like with grief. I hope none of them involve stabbing. It's always a possibility though.

Edit: One hour later, and I am drinking a tea with five kinds of berries in it. As a sidenote, everything is stupid.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

About Cats

Infant cats [or "kit-tens"] are incredibly small and can fit into tiny spaces. I'd forgotten that.

I have always had at least one pet. It feels wrong not to. Aside from a kitten that I brought home in a cardboard box "for my mum" when I was 9 though, we have always adopted mature cats and dogs. Usually they have been scared of everything, unsure what a litter box is for, and generally distrustful of humans from having lived on the streets - so the principle is sort of the same... only kittens are like everything that is awesome about a cat, in tiny concentrated form.

They are little packages of cuteness - fearless in the face of a bouncy bell toy, sh*t scared when the wind moves a blind. This girl also thinks that sneaking up on me and touching my eyeball is a great game. We are in love.

Every morning we play a game called 'Where are you hiding now?'. It basically involves me gently lifting up every piece of furniture we have, only to find that she has been tucked away somewhere watching me look for her the whole time.

True to form, we have yet to decide on a name. The pressure is immense. I don't know how people who have human kittens [or "bay-bees"] do it. Suggestions are welcome. I think we have it narrowed down. It's just a matter of seeing what suits her now.

I have appreciated the tips people give me but I am ignoring a lot of them. And then I am ignoring the people who have handed them out. Especially toilet training tips. If one more person tells me to "rub their nose in it", I am going to have to carefully consider our friendship... and whose nose gets rubbed in what.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Time in a tree

So, it turns out that animations take quite a lot of time, you know, when you make them by hand. They are really fun, though. If you ever have a spare 56 hours and a marker pen, I recommend you give one a try. 

This week I've been working on one for a friend's event. Here is a rough edit of the footage I have so far.

I'm going to edit out my hands, correct all the lighting, and cut it to a different track. Then I'm done!

I've been keeping really strange hours, lately. Working into the night, sleeping into the day, and watching foreign films for a good hour before I realise there are no subtitles and I've just been making up the dialogue/story. It's playing havoc with my social life. I'll have to reset.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Camp Awesome Ideas

Tomorrow is Canadian Thanksgiving. But it's belated. And it's in Australia.

We had this excellent idea while we were at Camp Awesome.

I am making a lot of vegetable side dishes. Hopefully they will counter the horror that is a turducken. I love a portmanteau as much as the next girl, but come on... Even if you can forget that it has the word "turd" in it, it's still  a duck in a chicken in a turkey. That is the stuff of nightmares.

OK. I am off to peel 70 potatoes now. See you on the other side.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


When a game is bad, it is heartbreaking. I have just had my heart broken. By Funbox Media.

It's OK. I'm on Steam now. I'm going to get through this...

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Terms of Engagement

Today was the engagement party of some friends of mine.

I don't get along with their other friends that well. The girls mostly talk about shopping for shoes that aren't sneakers, and the guys like to corner me near the BBQ and ask me really awesome questions like "haven't you heard of the food chain?"... but it's all in good fun. So, I went - out of a sense of friendship and because they have a really awesome pool.

That was an error.

Did you know that engagement parties are not to celebrate an engagement, but rather to celebrate the fact that gay people can't get married? Yeah. A couple of people used their toasts as a platform for some hate. And that seemed to be OK with everyone else.

So, naturally... I had some issues.

I made an appearance and I didn't make a scene, so my friends really have nothing to rebuke me for. I am just disappointed - disappointed that I was in that position and disappointed that I felt unable to say what I really thought.

Thursday, October 13, 2011


Shout things at us and we'll vlog about it.

Reaching out to the community and not just talking about things I like. That's the idea.

Friday, September 23, 2011

For the love of vlog

Recently a friend of mine was diagnosed with something that will mean a fair bit more indoor-time for her. One of my first reactions was this: vlog about it. We all love the Fully Sick Rapper, right?

So if this girl can find a balance between ^that^ awesomeness and my drivel, it will be a win. My overwhelming urge to force my views on other people prompted this video proposal...

Basically, I don't think I will be happy until everyone I know is expressing themselves through words, pictures, photos, or video. I mean, really. What're you doing with your spare time? Sports? Ugh...

Friday, September 16, 2011

I am a dentist

The thing I love about this photo is that you cannot see my face. Crystal is coming along nicely as a photographer.

Today I took a break from editing Amodus footage to see my friends Brooke and Jon for lunch. It was the best thing ever, cause Amodus play heavy, melodic rock, and I was starting to think that I would need to pledge my love for Satan soon... I'm just that sensitive.

If you would like to check out Amodus, have a look here: AMODUS

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Vlogs to my 12-year-old self

Sometimes, much like our bless'd lady of miracles, Cher, I question whether or not I believe in life after love. More often, though, I find myself wishing I could turn back tuh-hahm (time).

After making a decision regarding my hair, while I was... shall we say... "not sober", I started thinking about what I would tell myself if I could turn back time (tuh-hahm).

There are many, many things that I would tell myself. Too many things for one vlog. I may make more. Time is something I will have lots of, as I will not be leaving the apartment for some weeks. 

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Waiting for The Major

Well. Our little bird has a name. Owing to his constant failures to launch, we have called him Major Tom. His attempts to slip the surly bonds of Earth, put out his wing, and touch the face of God are fruitless and adorable. At least he's trying. But do you think the kid has given talking a go? No sir.

A lot of people are telling me to give it time. Okay, that seems fair. Nero didn't fiddle as soon as Rome was built... I'm just warning you that videos of him will be exactly this interesting (see: below), until he opens his beak for more than a yawn or a high-pitched squeal, meaning "I can't see you, where did you go!?!".

While we wait for Major Tom to share his gift with us, let's have a look at this truly amazing book illustrating David Bowie's 'Space Oddity'.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

No Margaret Cho

We have a little bird living with us now.

He or she is very friendly, but hasn't sung or said anything yet. Favourite activities so far include: napping, having it's neck rubbed, eating millet, trying to fly, and accidentally scratching people's skin. I've been playing music and whistling to try to encourage singing and talking... it's not working.

Also, we don't have a name for this bird. If you'd like to make suggestions then please go ahead. It's a bit weird just calling it "bird"... and "it".

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The best laid plans

There's a long list of things that I am supposed to be doing today.

Instead of doing those things, I have been playing with the isupr8 app for iphone. And, in the spirit of taking things too far, I used it to make a 1940's news reel about my dog.

Thanks to my friend, Kate, for telling me about the app. Sorry to my neighbours for the 10 or so minutes I spent shouting into a cylinder to try to achieve an "old time radio" sound with my voice.... sigh.

Friday, August 5, 2011

History in the Baking

I am lucky enough to be friends with quite a few people who like to bake.

One of them has a blog about baking - although, it really needs some attention, so if you want to nag her about it then this is her twitter account. Tell her I sent you. Another of my baking buddies, despite going through a health and fitness phase (jebus, let it be a phase), probably makes the best cupcakes OF ALL TIME, this is her blog.

Here is my attempt at baking.

It is probably the first and last attempt (I am ignoring the great chocolate cake explosion of 1999).

Baking, I don't get it. Where is the chopping? Where is the seasoning? Where is the... wine? I could probably legitimately drink dessert wine while I bake, but that would more than likely lead to a Grease Megamix, owing to the fact that The Pink Ladies drank dessert wine at their sleepover.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Focus is Hrrrrrd

Sometimes I get distracted and I can't focus on anything serious. It's probably my new found not-feeling-like-absolute-crap-ness that's doing it and today my neighbourhood heard from me. A lot.

I promise that I am back on the ball now. If I haven't seen you in weeks, you're probably about to get a call.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Breathing again

Oh great. Now I have that Toni Braxton song stuck in my head. Oh... now you probably do too.


Anyway, my point is - I can breathe again. Without pain. Woo!

I decided to take a couple of days off and go into lockdown, cause working was not healing... and people were starting to yell at me about how I need rest. I didn't think doctors were supposed to swear, but they do. So, I have been doing some writing and illustrating. I have not been this happy in months.

This is a little flip book I made for a friend.

Today I am working on illustrations for a book I've had in my head for almost a year. If I could get paid to write and draw I would probably be almost completely happy.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Left 2 Die

Last night I played 'Left 4 Dead 2', online. Oh yes, I am a nerd. Hi.

I was fairly excited about the character I got to play. A sassy chick with guns who seems to be sporting a Depeche Mode tshirt? Yes please.

She said cool things, like "This some crazy shit" and "Girl, shoulda stayed home" and even when I let her get attacked by chargers and jockeys (types of zombies), she was all "In case anyone was wondering, I'm probably about to die"... ahahahaha, I would totally say that too.

But then, when she was actually dying, she started crying and saying "help". B-word please.

She made me look like a p*ssy in front of my friends on the internet. Only I am allowed to do that. All the other characters were just sighing about their impending death in a really masculine way, while my character flipped through healing packs and axes, and cried. I'm pretty sure I saw a zombie roll it's eye socket.

Of course, this only serves to fuel my obsession. Now I am going to play this game till I have square eyes and rickets. That'll learn'em!

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Oh, Ramone.

Okay. It has been brought to my attention that I maaay have been acting just a little bit weird in the last week, or so. And, looking through my phone, it appears that... yes, I definitely was.

I'm sorry.

I'm fairly sorry.

Turns out that I just can't handle my phenylenylephredine, or whatevs. I also can't handle complete bed rest and limited human contact. Lesson learned.

Monday, July 11, 2011

What a conundrum

It's Monday morning and, after a full weekend of boring rest, I'm just trying to figure out 1). why I am not better yet 2). why I am out of bed, and 3). how I am going to speak to clients when my voice sounds like this...

Let this be a lesson to you, watching True Blood can make you sound a bit like Kathleen Turner. But not the hot 'Romancing the Stone' Kathleen Turner... oh no.

Also, the amount of drugs I am on so that I can do things like "breathe" and "not hurt" has sort of got me tripping balls. Many of my friends can attest to this... I am sorry for the messages, everyone.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Nature's Winners

Things I will miss about this house include: Seeing ducks in the backyard.