an odd morning

What an odd morning...

You might remember back when I first started walking, I posed this question... "I'm also wondering how long its going to be before I end up with blisters... *sigh*".

Well, the correct answer is 1 month and 6 days... I decided to go with a different pair of shoes this morning, because my regular sneakers start out a little loose and slide around a little on my feet, so I went with a pair that were a little bit snug. What I forgot was that my feet obviously swell the longer I walk, and that my left foot is half a size larger than my right foot....so by about two thirds into the walk the left foot was officially hurting... by the end of the walk, both shoes were hurting...

I won't be doing THAT again in a hurry, I can tell you!

Anyway, I had to go into town today to pick up the present for the wedding Mum is going to, so since the weather can't really seem to make up it's mind whether it wants to be sunshine or rain or cold or windy or what the last few days, I figured going early was the better option.

Parked the car and swung past EzyDVD to see if they had the third Press Gang DVD (which I ordered from a different EzyDVD store ages ago, and which they should have called me about weeks ago), which they did, so I snagged that, then diverted past my hairdressers to make an appointment for tomorrow, thinking Tink who cuts my hair wasn't in on a Thursday... turns out she was on, and was coming in at 11am, and since it was about quarter past 10 at the time I booked her for 11 there and then.

Then off to David Jones to pick up the wedding gift... followed by some random wandering around looking at possibly Christmas presents and general drooling at books in Borders. I was amused in Borders listening to one of the very cute and alternaboy staff explaining how things where organised to, I assume, a new staff member... obviously someone who had never shopped there...

Was still interesting to hear him describe how the stuff was categorised, especially within the "Fashion" section... "It's alphabetical by designer, but it's also alphabetical by author... so you get (somebody starting with A)'s book on handbags, then you have this book on Manolo Blahnik, because his surname starts with a B even though the author is (someone who didn't start with a B), then you have (someone else starting with B)'s History of Fashion, then Chanel..."

Silly Alternaboy...

I also saw the gayest boy in all of creation in the Mall... he kind of reminded me of Ethan from Bratboy School (back when he was blonde anyway)... but like an übergay version of Ethan... tall, tanned, blonde, very well dressed, very hip, very now... but Sister Mary Margaret, the boy was swishy... *rolls eyes*

Then it was off to have my hair did... it really needed it, but we didn't do anything interesting with it... no colour or anything, just a plain old cut. We're planning to do the full on colour thing just before Christmas, ready for 2006...

After than it was off home again, but I stopped off briefly to grab some chicken to make tandoori wraps for dinner, as well as getting a lamb and salad bagel for lunch... a nice filled bagel has always been a lunch treat for me... I don't know why, but I always feel like it's a treat...

It was a good morning, but the whole thing of actually being a) in the city and b) spending my own money on things was almost strange... it felt good... but it also felt weird because I really haven't done it for a while...

Dammit... I need to start working again...

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random punkboy hotness

I have to admit, sometimes the kinds of guys I find attractive is very diverse... take today's Random Hotness for example... the punk look isn't to everyone's tastes, but I think he's very hot. These images are actually cut down versions of a couple of the wallpapers at a site called Recon, and I think the link came via my friend J.

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three questions

Snagged via Jevyeddy, this is scarily accurate for a three question quiz...

Your Personality is
Rational (NT)

You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas.

You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy!

Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people.

In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally.

You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought.

Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals.

In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent.

At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia.

With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well.

As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly.

On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things.

The Three Question Personality Test

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camera club mixed bag

What a weird old night it was at Camera Club tonight...

Firstly, we're divided up into two grades, A Grade (the more experienced photographers, ie those who have gotten six merit scores, 9's or 10's... that's me... I made A Grade after only about six months at the Club) and B Grade (the novice bridage)... and usually the number of entries is pretty even between the two grades... not tonight... we had about a dozen B Grade entries, if that, and like a billion A Grade entries... so weird...

As this is the last competition of the calendar year (and yet the "first" competition of the "Club year" due to last fortnight's AGM... don't ask... it's all very confusing) I don't tend to get too overly excited, plus the judges generally seem to suck beyond the telling of it (more than they usually suck) on this last competition for some unknown reason, so I like to go with stuff that I've already entered, but that hasn't scored as well as I think it could or should (we're allowed to enter anything twice, provided it's score is 7 or under)... so that's what I went with... there was only one image that was "new"... and knowing what I know now, I kind of wish I'd put one of the other images that I didn't expect to do very well in instead.

Anyway... the judging started out pretty average... a couple of my shots had been up and scored 6's... so I wasn't expecting much... then All Yours (top right hand corner) got put up for judging... the judge started out with something along the lines of "I was looking at this on the board earlier, and I find it to be a really disturbing image..." and I'm thinking... oh great... I suck... he's going to give it like a 4 or something... and he kept talking and seemed to be pretty much pointing out all the things he thought were flaws (I'm claiming they're all on purpose... and that it's all "style"... most of the things he mentioned WERE on purpose actually... and it's part of why I like the shot)... then he said something about "It's disturbing, but I like it..." and I'm still thinking, yeah, you like it, just give it it's 4 and lets move on.

Then he went... 10.

I pretty much fell out of my chair! Never in a billion years would I have expected to get the maximum possible score for that particular piece... a 10... not only a 10, but the ONLY 10 of the night...

Colour me pretty damn happy... having said that, out of 6 images I got the 10... an 8 (Caged Heat, bottom center, previous scored at 6), three 6's (Flinders Street Domes, bottom left, the only new shot... Sam, bottom left, which got a 6 last time too... and Brad, top center, dropping down from a previous 7)... and a 5 (Striped Rear, top left, also dropping down from a 7 in the Zoo competition earlier in the year).

A mixed bag all up, but the 10 kind of makes up for the rest...

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invasion!

Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit...

The picture on the right was my kitchen counter about an hour ago...

Think that lot, multiplied by about 300... and you get the general idea.

And now I'm doing that think that your body does when you've had an invasion of ants like that... every little itch, every phantom scratch... its all because your brain is inventing the idea that your body is crawling with ants... *SHUDDER*...

URGH! I HATE ANTS!

The downside of course that it's all my fault...

It hadn't been a stellar morning... it's been raining since last night, so, of course, we know what than means... that's right... no morning walk... on the plus side, it proves that my body is becoming addicted to it though, since I just didn't feel right NOT going out.

So I just kind of pottered around on the computer, figuring I would hold off on the whole shower/breakfast thing to see if the rain went away enough for me to take a walk first. No such luck. I DID however get to listen to the old dumbass ethnic builder who is working on the house right next to mine, singing badly in very short busts at the top of his very powerful lungs. Kinda made me wish for either a high powered rifle of some sort, or possibly just access to a nail gun for a short time.

I went into the lounge room for some reason... possibly to check the status of actual rain (which I'd been doing on and off all morning), and noticed the garbage bags I'd put next to the door to remind me to throw them out before I went for my walk... I should really have thrown one of them out yesterday, because it was full of fruit peelings and stuff from when I made fruit salad on Sunday night...

Then I noticed the ants, bascially covering the top of the bag... then I turned around, almost horror movie style, and caught a look at the top of my kitchen counter... and the plate and bowl I'd left on the counter last night after dinner...

ARRGGGHHHHHHHH!

And, of course, I'd used up the last of the bug spray two days ago... double dammit....

So I filled the sink with very hot soapy water and drowned the little f*ckers infesting my plate, etc... *cackle* DIE!

Then I tromped off to the 7 Day Supermarket to get bug spray... on the way seeing a 4WD with a "Pest Control Solutions" type company logo on it... Irony... it's a bitch...

Came back and sprayed all the rest of the little crawling bastards straight to their little crawling deity of choice... *cackle* DIE DIE DIE!

The bug spray I bought was this new (at least to me) stuff called Micromist... looked like toxic gas killing their little asses... so weird... cool... but weird...

Now all I have to do is go wipe all the surfaces down in the kitchen, including the floor.... *sigh*

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age project

There is a weekly web links column in The Advertiser on Saturdays, and due to all the fun and games on Saturday, I didn't really end up having a proper look at Saturday's paper until Sunday afternoon...

Usually the links aren't all that interesting, but there was one that caught my eye for a site called The Age Project.

They show you photos of people, you guess how old they are, then you find out how old they really are, and what the average guessed age is.

It sounds silly and kinda lame, and yeah, it is silly and kinda lame, but its also slightly addictive. I only stopped after I began to get the same faces coming around again, at which point I figured that I'd probably exhausted the site's supply. I did pretty well overall, I was only a year or two out a lot of the time, and when I was out by a massive amount, the average guess was also way out, so I wasn't the only one who thought the 17yo girl looked 33...

You can also add your own photo to the site, and find out how old people REALLY think you look...

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yokel-abducting nun-injuring beast

I'm a beast, baby!

via Michael at Pipedreams

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saturday fun and games

God... what a day yesterday was...

I'd had a quick conversation with Raury on Friday night... he's in town for his latest round of chemo and wanted to catch up, and I said I'd be free in the afternoon (not being completely sure what my plans for the morning actually WERE at that stage).

I got up pretty early (not quite as early as usual, but then it's Saturday and I don't have to go out for my walk.... but enough to catch the beginning of Kim Possible, my Saturday morning guilty pleasure) and after vegetating for about half an hour, started cleaning my house

This mostly consisted of doing the (large amount of) dirty dishes loitering in my sink, and generally getting the place looking tidy. I tend to potter around when I clean up, little bit here, little bit there, let the dishes soak, get distracted, go back and finish the three jobs that I finished halfway before I started a new job, etc.

By the time I'd finished all that, showered and dressed, Mum had finished up at the hairdressers and had come down to my place. As usual I gave her my critique of her hair (usually the fagola who does her hair does a pretty good cut, but can't do decent streaks in her hair to save his big gay life, this time being no exception (either they're too dark, as they were this time, or just the wrong colour)... but also he went a little too hard with both the cut AND the product afterwards... so needing a slap), and after having one of those conversations Mum and I have which pretty much is easily distracted and occasionally gets us no closer to a decision than when we started, we decided to go and do one last ditch effort and finding her an outfit for this wedding she has to go to.

We did some other random shopping first, then went down to, of all places, Arndale, which is where we usually go to the movies, but it just one of those Poor White (and not so White) Trash shopping malls, and I was kind of dubious that we would find anything.

How wrong was I! We actually ended up finding one possible outfit (which they didn't have in the right size or colour) at one place, and then when we went somewhere else, we found this cute gauzy (and see-through) top that was kind of like a much cheaper version of the very gorgeous and very expensive top we both fell in love with during our expedition last week.

Because we bought all the accessories last week, we kind of had to retrofit this new outfit we were looking at for them, since it needed another top under it, but they had a shoestring tanktop in that same kind of green as all the stuff she'd already bought, so that was all good.

Anyway, we left Arndale, and I called Raury to see where he was, and we swung through town and went to pick him up, mostly so Mum could see him with his very short hair and just say hi. She left after we got back to my place and Raury and I just kind of hung out and did what we always do/did... sit around and talk crap.

We ended up putting xXx on since we were trying to remember whether or not Asia Argento had a tattoo on her back... I'm not even sure now how the hell we ended up talking about her... probably because xXx had been on the night before. We talked most of the way through xXx, then caught the end of some godawful movie, before half watching The Mummy and about half of Iron Chef.

When The Mummy was done I drove him out to where he was staying and then puttered back home pretty much on autopilot, getting back about 11:30pm (and realising when I walked back into my apartment and looked at the clock in the microwave that I hadn't put the clock in the car an hour forward). It was a nice drive though, the hot weather of the day had morphed into that warm but very windy kind of night, and it was fun just puttering along in the car.

So yeah... it doesn't sound like a lot, but it just felt like a very long day... possibly because it's been a while since I've been WITH people for that much of the day... I don't know... it was good, but long.

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why!?!

I'm sitting here shaking my head in disbelief... I honestly cannot believe they're doing it again. It was a travesty the first time around...

Yes, that's right people... The nice folks at Bonds have obviously been standing too close to the fabric dyes again, because they're bringing back that god-awful early 90's style abyss, the "Hypercolour" tshirt (although, I think they're only doing it as a singlet, which is bad enough on its own)! But they're calling it "Hot Spots"... New name, same crap concept...

The marketing blurb on the Bond's website says it all...

Hot Spots is the ‘noughties’ take on the nineties ‘hypercolour’ phenomenon - with Bonds introducing a heat sensitive version of the cult Chesty singlet - meaning your top will change colour as your body heats up.

They automatically lose points for using the term 'noughties'... and a couple more for possible mis-use of inverted commas...

For some unknown reason though, they're PROUD that they're brining this piece of worthless drek back from the dead, and that they've improved it, and made the "colour lasts longer – no matter how many times you wash it"...

And getting "Bonds ambassador" (ambassador?!?) Sarah Murdoch (nee O'Hare) to be the spokesmodel for the new singlet isn't exactly the best idea anyone has ever had... especially when she uses the phrase "square ballerina"...

Just so long as they don't make it into underwear again... *shudder*

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random orgasmic hotness

This Random Hotness is a little different again, one image instead of two... but one image that's actually sixteen individual ones. All this puffing and panting and eyes rolling back comes courtesy of Beautiful Agony (or Facettes de la Petite Mort).

It's a site I originally found via Proceed at your own risk ages ago, and I just love the concept of getting people to film their face during their orgasm. The site is pretty heavily stacked in favour of the female orgasmer, there's four women to every man they post, but they've made some changes in the last couple of weeks that let you view just the guys...

Viva Le Orgasm!


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