Felyne: just a glitch in your matrix

Hello Pittsburgh!

Oh man, already had a saussie on the barbie with a great kiwi beer and fantastically amazing company!

More to come, stay tuned.

Zoom Zoom Zoom

In a little over 5 hours the taxi is coming to pick us up.  Horrah!   

Little Pierre is all packed, he's got his little suitcase all ready to go and even has a few snacks for the plane ride.  Isn't he just the seasoned little air traveller now? 

I would say I'll blog from the iPhone, but alas, Dotster support is the epitome of unhelpful and so I have no outgoing server settings for it.   Sad, isn't it.

Still, I will have fun, and I have three cameras with me, is that excessive?

You've been waiting, you've been waiting too long...

INVADE NOW!

This is too hilarious.   I was laughing so hard the guy at work asked me what the matter was.  

The Australians have made a commercial, and it's got all the kiwis knickers in a twist.  Poor wee sensitive kiwis (present company excluded of course, I.can't.stop.laughing).

First, watch this, for reference:

You've been waiting, you've been waiting too long.

Now, watch this, for hilarity:

Invade Now!

Total props to Cowboy for enlightening me with that one, I've never laughed so hard.   Happily chalking one up to the Aussies this time.

You may have won the battle, Australia, but the war is... err.... um ... yeah.

Making a PIT stop

On Friday I'm catching one of those pretty silver birds and heading east to Pittsburgh.

Why Pittsburgh?   Well an exceptionally good friend is there for starters, which is a good excuse to drink beer and vodka, but also there's a rather large abandoned mental asylum which Pierre wants to have his photo taken in front of.  And we all know what the little red bear wants, the little red bear gets.  What a brat.

I tell my brother of my plans, and his response?   "If it's closed they can't help you".   Haha, very funny, Dropkick.   Brothers are so wonderful like that, aren't they.

Here's a pic, so you get the idea of what I'm going to go and look at:

Photo courtesy of XtacyTurbo (at least, I'm presuming it's courtesy of - I haven't asked yet - babe, it is okay to use your photo? Okthxbaimwah).

So there you go.   Exciting times in the life of me.  Apparently it's humid and hot in Pittsburgh, so it'll feel like I'm back in Auckland.  Oh how I've missed it.  NOT!   You really can't beat San Diego's climate, and the only reassuring thing about travelling to that heat and humidity is that it's only for a few days and then I can return to my nice warm dry home.  Is that obnoxious of me?

Meindoodla!

I have a pen fetish.   I'm not ashamed to admit it.  Pens, and scribbling with them, makes me joyously happy.  The only problem here is that I have the artistic talent of a chocolate fish.  Well, that's not true, a chocolate fish melting in the hot sun has quite the artistic potential.  A brick.  That's a far fairer comparison.  So anyway, I have the artistic talent of a brick, and thus the love of scribbling with pens has never accomplished anything except to waste vast quantities of paper, which is fun, but highly unproductive.

Now, being the new Flickrite that I am, I'm meeting new and inspiring people.  Biffybeans is one of them.  And she's inspired me.   And so here I am.   

I have some new pens, they're the cheap-as-chips-mate Wing Sung pens from China, and they're pretty damn nice to doodle with.   

My goal is to get this page full of drawing.  Wish me luck with that, won't you.

The page was virgin white until I brutually raped it with burgendy ink, resulting in that ghastly shape in the top left which I can only describe as the Onion.   So, with the page now tainted, I tried to make some intricate little circle design in burgendy, which didn't work out so was scribbled over with blue, and it's now a nice black blob between the pens, superiorly resembling an ink drip.

So, completely discouraged... okay not completely or I would have given up, but highly discouraged I checked back at Biffybeans and refuelled on inspiration.   This is when I wrote 'I'm going to try doing some mandala art', at which point I realised that the new orange pen is leaking ever so slightly around the nib, which is where the second sentence came from.   And yes, I was both growling and frowning as I wrote that.

Time to do something.   I drew a circle, because circles always make good center points, there's just no debating it.   Then spikes seemed to flow from that.   And then, some unfilled spikes.   And then, BIG LEARING FLAMES, just because I can and burgendy is quite a good colour for that.   Then I looked at the clock and decided I should really brush my teeth and do all those girlie good night things that girls do before they warily climb into bed.   I can't believe I just said I do girlie good night things.  I don't, honest I don't.  I brush my teeth and wash my face, that's it.  Oh and exfoliate.   And moisturise.   But that's it, I swear.  Anyway, I digress, as I do so beautifully.    

So what I was saying is that it's now rather late, so I'm going to continue my Meindoodla later.   And I've decided to call it a Meindoodla rather than a Mandala, as being an infidel that's would be a little rude of me.  So the Mein is german, and the doodla is just doodle with an A, because I always have to be different like that.

Wish me luck on mein doodling!

 

Being Independent

Horray for it!

We went down to the waterfront and watched the fireworks.   I love those massive BOOMS that just go straight through you.  It was pretty cool that they had two displays synchronized.

So horrah for your Independence, USA.  I'm happy for ya.  

Firedfox

Firefox just sucks the big banana.  It really does.  I've had nothing but problems with it for a while now, and even though I've tried to persevere, using the internet should not be hard nor difficult.  

So, it's fired.

I've moved my email to a different hoster as well, so hopefully that means I will have fun and joy and happiness in the email world too.   But, if you've sent me an email in the last little while and haven't heard back, you might want to resend it, as it probably got caught in the big cyber blackhole.   

My kinda cooking

Finally, someone has given me the ability to cook my favourite food.  Whoever came up with this idea - I love them deeply.

*Edit*    Big ups to Richard for pointing out the tv commercial.... you just shake, point, blast and cook!

Make a better breakfast faster, Batter Blaster!

Happy Canada Day!

As soon as I got home, Pierre and I went and sat outside and shared a very tasty fruit tart in celebration of Canada Day.    He wanted to bring the vodka too, which as coincidence would have it we passed Palmdale downstairs on our way out, but I suggested that perhaps we should leave the heavy spirits behind this time.

A very nice gentlemen passed by, asking about Pierre.  He kindly offered to take a photo of us, and I thanked him very much but said no thanks.  A couple of girls walked past quite taken with handsome Pierre (he's such a player sometimes).

So we sat on the bench, under the tree, and enjoyed the evening.

Happy Canada Day to ya!

Google has no love for Canada

I was expecting my Google homepage to have a beautiful red maple leaf or something on it today, but it's the just the same generic google logo that it has on any other day.   I've even gone to google.ca but it's still just the same generic google log that it has on any other day, with the addition of the name 'Canada' underneath.

Maybe I have my dates mixed up, seeing as Pierre and I spent the entire weekend up in Canada last year for Canada Day, it all sort of blurred into one, so it's highly possible.   Still, I'm not going to tell Pierre about the google thing because he's likely to want to write another one of his strongly worded letters.  His letters wouldn't be so bad if only they were more legible, but he is a bear and therefore has no thumbs, so I feel for the little guy.  He does his best.

So I guess I'll grab a cupcake or a cookie on the way home so Pierre can celebrate tonight.  If I was able to even marginally cook I would make him poutine.   See what a bad guardian I am, I can't even make a traditional meal for the guy.   Whatever we do, I'll be sure and take a photo for ya, but in the meantime, here's a photo of Pierre with the big Q back in November.  It's a favourite.

I put the B in bitch

Otherwise it's just an itch.

Blogged from my iPhone

People who are always right

Are no fun to debate with. Blogged from my iPhone whilst drunk

Cheers!

To the end of a stressful week.

That's just not cricket!

Apparently the English cricket team have gotten a little confused over how to play the game of cricket.  It is in fact a gentleman's game, where fair play overrules dirty tricks and you're all winners at the end of the day because you get to share a cold pint of beer after the match, with a "horrah, jolly good show, old chap!"

So where this complete moonunit got the idea that tackling your opponent to prevent them winning the match would be even in the remotest parts of Africa acceptable will forever be one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of man.

That's just not cricket.   We expect this sort of behaviour from those bloody Aussies, but the Queen's team?  Oh for shame, for shame.

A Coyote, Daily

Meet Charlie, he's a coyote.

©2007-2008 Shreve Stockton. All Rights Reserved.
The Photo is copyrighted and may not be used in any manner without prior written permission - please don't hoover it.

He's also the star of my new favourite blog, Daily Coyote.  The Daily Coyote is the ongoing photorial of the life of Charlie, from the day when he was a tiny little guy at ten days old.  And why am I blogging about it? 

I feel like I need to write something truely inspiring here, to really sell you on clicking the link to visit him, and be deserving enough of such an awesome blog.  And I've written so many lines, and then deleted them all again and again.   Trying too hard to make it good.  So here goes the basic version, straight from the brain:  it's a beautiful example of three species coexisting.

A stunning blonde city girl, a ginger tom and a coyote, in a one room log cabin.  All 60 miles from the nearest grocery store, somewhere in wild Wyoming.  It's almost a reality tv show, but it has too much class and integrity to not be.  

So every day there is a new photo of Charlie doing something cool, because that's just how coyote's roll.  He's the ultimate 365-indefinite project.   And he rocks.