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.

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!

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.

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.

Nature's Winners

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

Time Management

My life is a bit of a clustercuddle at the moment. I'm definitely going to have to re-prioritise some things. If I manage to do it, I could be spending one day a week with this fearless, intelligent, beautiful little person.

She and her sister seriously own my heart, so I am really going to have to make some changes.

The first change to be made is learning to say "No" to things. That way I will be able to say "Yes" to more things that are actually important. Like friends, waffles, and work. Or waffles, friends, and work. It doesn't matter - but work is definitely last.

Everything is difficult

Except crying about nothing, apparently.

Yes, I have the flu. Along with about 40% of the population of Sydney, it seems. What started out last night as a sore throat, mild aches, and a more pronounced pout that usual...

... has now progressed into a complete inability to do anything except shuffle around, sniffing. Then I remember that it hurts to sniff and I have to sit down for a while.

It's a treat for all concerned. I just stood in the kitchen whimpering because "toast is scratchy" and wondering if I have ever known how to make porridge. My conclusion is that I haven't. It's a mystery meal. And so, I have come to the internet for advice. Tute on, internet.


Edit: Naaaaiiiiiiled it.

Take off your coat

Just handled a client interview. Like a bowse.

People like to talk about themselves and I have no objection to listening. If only I had been able to grasp this when I was working for NR... I would have had no trouble chalking up 6 hours of call time a day. Ah, precious memories.

Meanwhile, this song has been in my head all freaking day.


It has also been coming out of my mouth all freaking day - quite loudly - despite the fact I am getting the flu. I'm so super-psyched about it! I'm all achy and grumpy. Woo!


This week is not shaping up to be The Best One Ever. If I'm honest, I just wish I was back in the wilderness. There were animals there. Also, there was vodka.

One of our friends, from Camp Awesome
Oh, that's right. I always feel like this after a holiday. Wow. That's a downer.

A few words about Camp Awesome

Just spent a couple of days in the wilderness. I can't remember exactly where. There was a river. 

Guess what I spent most of my time doing? Yes, drinking, smartass. After that? Yup. Taking and talking about photos. You win a shiny donkey.


                                                                                                                               Would you please do yourself a favour and follow this recipe?

Get some Alpen Blend drinking chocolate in your mug, mix in some honey, gently introduce hot milk.

This was suggested to me by Ashleigh Synnott and it has pretty much changed my life.

One giant leap

Thanks to Google+, for the first time in about 4 years, I have backed up all my iphone photos on my mac and deleted them from my iphone. "Big deal," you might say. Well, in response, can I just encourage you to  put a lid on the sass talk? I like having photos on my phone, okay? It was like saying "Goodbye" to 1765 babies, for me. So... sit on it.

Now my camera app takes less than 0.3 of a second to open up. This is a win. For me. It's possibly less winning for my friends and the public at large.

xoxo    Shutterbug McSnapsnot