montage monday: eyes

Welcome to this week's installment of Monday Montage... I'm feeling almost unbearably perky this morning... it's amazing what a little decent nooky will do... although after all that (non-sexual) wrasslin' we did, I'm a little sore in spots this morning...

Today's Montage is all about eyes, obviously... but they're all eyes from shots that I've taken with various models and friends, sixteen eyes, sixteen models... One of the things I would really love to do if I ever won the lottery (right after I bought an apartment and a digital camera) would be to do a "world tour" visiting the home towns of certain bloggers and taking their photos...

I officially need a new title... yaniboy, shoekiller... I noticed when I was in town after my haircut on Friday, that the sole of my left shoe had come away from the shoe itself... that's the third pair of shoes I've "killed" since the end of March... I wore through the sole of the first pair... the innersole of the second pair came loose... and the sole of this pair just about came off completely...

Fortunately, because I'd "fessed up" to Ma about my walking after the "clown pants" incident a couple of weeks ago (I didn't want to say anything originally in case I didn't keep doing it, and then I just didn't say anything because, and this sounds dumb, she never asked the right questions... she never asked me directly, so I never said), when I told her about the shoe killing she took me out and bought me a "proper" pair of shoes for walking in.

Originally we looked, as always, in Target, but they didn't have anything that was quite right, so we ended up going to Rowe and Jarman, who, luckily, were having a sale, so I got a pair of Reebok SXT Cross Trainers, which had been $120, but were marked down to $60 (I nearly got Nikes, but they had originally been $80 and were only marked down to $70, but they were very pretty, white with a bigass swoosh on the side, and it was nearly a case of style over substance again) ...

Sunday was Mother's Day, but because I'd see Ma on Saturday and she actually doesn't particularly care about Mother's Day (partly, I think because she's originally English and is more used to the English version of the day), I didn't see her on Sunday. Luckily I managed to get Ma's present on Saturday, I already had it on order at one store, but we found it in a different store while we were shopping, so that made life easier.

Speaking of Ma, she's on leave this week, so we'll be doing the movie thing during the day on Tuesday, which should be fun. And then Wednesday, I'm going to end up spending the whole day with her because I have to drop my car in for a service and she's going to pick me up and drop me back at the dealership.

After I did my big post about BlueDragon yesterday I had a realisation... J comes back on Friday, which is also the 19th, which, it turns out, is the same date BD got here seven years ago... and J's plane gets in around noon... the same time that BD's plane got in... stoopid Universe...

And speaking of stoopid... in my seemingly ongoing weekly Big Brother related post... which this week contains more than just random nudity... yesterday when I was on my way home from getting a paper, I happened to cross paths with a family on their way (I'm guessing) back to their car after being at the movies... and the boy, who must have been around ten years old, was wearing his own version of BB contestant Jamie's stoopid headband (shown to perfection by the big monkey himself on the right)... unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your perspective) his version wasn't just the band cut off from some old sweater, no, it was properly knitted (probably by his Gran) and hence didn't have the ragged edge to it... all I have to say is that if Jamie is being turned into a role model or fashion icon for Australia's pre-teen set, then the whole country is in serious trouble...

But that's not all the BB news... obviously this crop of housemates is so dull that they're already reduced to sending in the intruders... two women and one "uber-faggy" gay hairdresser with overly manicured eyebrows (see the horror, stage right)... more manicured than either of the female intruders in fact. Now, if there's one thing I can't stand, and that actually makes me physically ill, it's seeing gay men with overly manicured eyebrows... especially over-shaped or pencil thin eyebrows... it's just disgusting and just makes me want to slap the offender until he gets a clue. I have no problem with removing a monobrow or a little light manscaping... but when you're eyebrows look like they have been painted on, it's time to get a clue! And if "resident gay housemate" David gives this guy even a second look I'll be even more disturbed by his ongoing appallingly bad taste in men...

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