As I always would, I guess. I’m slimey like that. Have you ever tried to give up blogging? It sucks at your SOUL, man. You dig it? Anyway, I guess I haven’t been in a very poem-writing mood over these last few months. But I’m back on it, and writing (probably) more than I should. But that’s fine! I need to vent! Thus: ventage.
Just gimmie a moment…
That story I mentioned? Easier said than done. Of course, it WILL be written, just… give me a moment to figure out some of the finer details. I mean, I hate to build it up (that’s a lie – of course I do!), but all you four pageviewers are just going to have to sit tight.
How Now?
I don’t know why I chose this name. It seemed like that cat was about to say, “How now?” as it scrutinised us. What would I have said back…?
“Oh, yes, well, Mister Cat. I nearly fainted at the Giant Buddha. Yourself?”
Oh?
The City of Blinding Lights
Excuse the massive cliché that is this name. I just think it sums up the picture… anyhow. This was a complete accident taken in Hong Kong on the night of the 60th Anniversary of the Peoples’ Republic (…yay?). Not the fireworks, but instead some street-lights. I’ll comb through the videos to find some decent fireworks pictures if I can be bothered.
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Naaaah, nah nah, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, HEY YOU!
Dude. It’s official. I’ve decided to actually write a STORY! Wow! And while I’ll be putting it up here (naturally) I’ll also be making a FP account for the occasion – that’s Fiction Press dot net – and all. It’s going to be about, oh, I don’t know… the only thing I ever write about: tortured, lonely and secret love. Joy-joy.
Also, have become obsessed with two songs: Counting Crows’ Accidentally in Love and Peter, Bjorn and John’s Young Folks. The picture for my latest is from the clip for the latter. I just found it tonight, and I’ve listened to it about twenty times so far. I normally wouldn’t go for the PB&J-type thing (official shortening…? I think not!) but it’s so… so… so CUTE! And it’s nice to see whistling fully appreciated. Auch, the clip stinks of general awesomeness. Considering writing them a letter:
Dear Sirs (if you are sirs),
Just want to comment on how totally fab your clip for Young Folks is. Very sweet, cute and brilliant. Maybe you haven’t seen it, despite the fact that it’s your song? You can find it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=51V1VMkuyx0. Enjoy, my dears!
Love from And She
Heart-heart-heart (must do the dishes – it’s my fricking turn).
As You Stared
For a fleeting moment
you were encased in amber
as you stared
(at me)
from across the room.
Oh, me? I blushed;
stared down;
took off my hat.
I think that you knew me all along –
that you always knew my name.
Even when you asked me what it was.
You were bluffing!
Because you just wanted to talk to me.
Lord-oh-lord
if I let my imagination run awry
I might hope for a chance.
As it is…
Secret is safe.
Next time, I’ll tell you how it is.
Next time.
I’m back! And I Know!
Hey – I’m back! Didja miss me? Didja notice I was gone? Ha – unlikely. But I don’t care (apart from the fact that my soul is in fact breaking). Anyway, while I was gone I have Learnt and now Know. What is this Knowledge, I hear you ask, and why does it deserve capitalisation? I’ll tell you – I watched more of the Beatles’ cartoon (but it wasn’t really theirs, was it… maybe the Beatles Cartoon?) than is probably healthy. But I noticed a lot of things which are bound to help me in later life! Like…
- There are guns sitting around, unattended, at underage Art Shows
- Chicks really dig fake beards
- Batgirl was actually a raving mad Paul McCartney fan (and who could blame her – swoon)
- Never trust the wax models at Houses of Wax; they’re probably alive and/or Dracula
- Native American tents fold up like beach umbrellas
- It’s ok to tip sand on Ringo; never ok to tip sand on George
And many more! I also enjoyed The Ant and the Aadvark, Family Guy, The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy (a personal favourite of mine… shhh!), The Pink Panther Show, Tom and Jerry, Courage the Cowardly Dog and a whole host of other perfectly mature television programmes.
I also bought things I really need (like John Lennon sunglasses) and things that, on reflection, I could probably do without (some rocks painted like cats). But in the end, the love you take, is equal to, the love you spend on airfares. I rest my case.
Lie To Me is back on! I looooove yooou, Breeeeeendan Hinesssssss!
Exclusive to blog: Homage to Spacebar! (Exclusive because it sucks)
Space bar, space bar
You give us opportunities
Where would we be without you?
Iwanttothankyoubecauseyouhavestoppedajumblethatmakesnosense
Relax… It’s Part of the Plan
Relax?
Are you kidding?
I have to wash the dog
and put out the laundry
and update my CV.
I need a job, you know.
All our clothes -
They’re a bit short
because money is.
So, it’s all part of a bigger picture?
There’s a grande plan?
I doubt it
because if there was
I would file it in my tax return.
One hour and thirty-two minutes of just what the doctor ordered.
That’s right – I watched Help! today, so I’m feeling very Beatle-y and inspired. Also, I’ve decided that if you can’t act, you can go to Barbados and ride bicylces and be shrunk and generally be gorgeous (coughPAULahem). But honestly, it’s the worst-acted film I’ve seen since bloody fricking Twilight. But at least the Beatles had something that chick that plays Bella never will: a talent in some area. I can’t saying anything against Sparkles bacause he wasn’t too bad in Harry Potter, but somebody needs to take that kid aside and tell him to wash his hair. I mean, even the thought of it is icky.
Help! was very funny, though, and highly entertaining. Ringo was brilliant, and John was surprisingly entertaining. They had the world’s greatest house. I can’t even begin to explain it. It was… it was… it was… epic! My favourite bit was, naturally, when Paul shrunk and we got to see him half-naked wearing a recipt or something.
Yum.
