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October 31 It's in the leaves.It's India in cups of tea
(in more ways than just one)
Its generations and regeneration
(because degeneration's come)
It's an orphanage down by a farm
(that's more advanced than us)
It's the strangers overt charm
(but theres nothing to discuss)
It's symbolic, a realm of jewelled facades
(hidden in the culture divide)
And through the days and decades,
(and many months besides). October 30 Musings. Deal with it.Should I say,
what I know, what you
dont. Might not want to.
I can't let on. Should I let up?
There's no way,
I'm not her. Are you you?
Yellow submarines entwined in vines
of sprouts and beans and swirls
of unnameable things.
At least to me. October 17 Winchester Bakery. As opposed to Westminster Abbey.OK so being a Supernatural fan, I have of course had discussions which have turned to the hotness of the main characters. I've generally sided with the Dean team. Until recently. Ah had a dreem (that was a Luther King Jr voice- I couldn't resist) the other day; Sam, Dean and I were sitting on my couch in my lounge room. Talking. And no that is not a euphemism for anything. And Sam was extremely, exceptionally good company, and we were laughing and joking around. It seems my subconscious has decided he's a good listener, so now the jury's out again.
On to more earth shattering news;
I've been making cakes recently. I made one for a dinner party (spiced peach with peach cream- cheese frosting) which was well received despite the evil spring form tins evil attempts at sabotage, and also a carrot cake for a cake stall this week; We're sending some people to Bali for the climate change talks. The carrot cake one was an easy microwave one but still I'm told people liked it. We're repeating the event next week so I now have to work out something else to make....I'm thinking cupcakes of some description...
*hugs to all*
Lani.
An ammendment for Fillet:
'Sam 'talk to me' Winchester' VS 'Dean Winchester'
  October 11 Not happy, Jan!Those of you who aren't in the habit of perusing Australian television will likely not get the ad reference in the blog title, but I digress. The reason I want to post today is that I am Not. Very. Happy. I have been metaphorically steamrolled; compacted; flattened; quashed. I'd better give you some background. *chimes to signal flash back*
The season was (Australian) Summer; early 2007 to be exact; the sun was shining and a fresh new batch of naive, innocent university first years were amassed under a giant white shade cloth, piles of assorted beer slabs strewn artistically amongst random luggage items; piles of treasure glittering lazily in the sun, waiting to be pounced on ere night-fall while yet more students went on a grog run. OK SEMI-innocent. (Allow me to point out I neither brought, bought or drank a slab.) In short it was Orientation Camp run by the Science Students Society but open to all (yes I'm an Arts student) who were up for lake swimming, and general all-hours dancing and mayhem. It was awesome in many senses and where I made some of my first uni friends.
Every so often these O-Camp friends and I get together/ meet up, or what have you. This time I thought I would arrange an icecream afternoon and after talking to one friend discovered Friday afternoons suited us both. After some tentative enquiries found that Friday arvos were good for some others also. This is a crucial part; All were told that I would get back to them with more details once I'd worked them out. Out of the blue I get a group email from one guy informing me that this Friday afternoon was alright for him and asking how it suited everybody else. I thought this was a bit cheeky, but responded that it couldn't be this Friday and that I couldn't do it. Others however thought this Friday was fine. I responded again that it couldn't happen this Friday. Let me again remind readers that I was the one who wanted to do something and who started trying to arrange something in the first place. At this point they're arranging to meet up for some unknown, unplanned event.
Today I get another group email from one girl who's decided that yes, this Friday is in fact an awesome time to have a get together and that it will be a mini picnic where everyone brings a plate, and asking us to say whether we can make it. Don't mind that nobody even bothered to respond to my emails saying that I couldn't do this Friday (another rather curt one was sent back saying that I had planned on us doing something else which seemed to have been hijacked, and no I couldn't make it, that was the point). Don't mind that I had wanted to plan something. Don't mind that I had made the tentative enquiries, or planned on an icecream afternoon, rather than some picnic. I've been completely steamrolled over.
But I've cooled off; I suppose we can do mine next time. I just have to approach them with all the details first so it can't get hijacked. Theoretically. October 08 Inimitable.Stupid picture formatting. Grrr.....
 Hokay- Now it seems I've been neglecting this here blog a fair bit, being as how I've had actual stuff to do. And that I've discovered and acquired a new affection for, facebook (Like, MySpace is So three months ago, like purlleez?!). So. I have decided to jump on that big green shiny thang known as the bandwagon (found out about on another space). I'm going to try and update every single day in November; to fill your heads with all the dull minutiae which should be boring but which some people manage to drink in in rather copius ammounts, rather like gin and tonics, and without throwing up (unlike gin and tonics). Being the over-consuming, techno- indulging anti-social, over-hyphenated, over-caffeintated, intra-verted, over and under-hyped, extra-venous anti-retro-antero-grade amnesiacs that we are- in typical fashion lets see how long it takes till we break something. All together now; "lets all post until the internet explodes!" |
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