Thursday, May 26, 2011

2nd Hand Gems

Found in the Sallies at The Mount:

How awesome do you have to be before you get your own orchestra?

Jim was always one of my Granma's favourites, and my parents have this record. Just seeing the cover reminds me of the music of my childhood.

Neil is so fantastic, and sparkly, I had to include his backside too. ;-)

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Sezmeralda and the Agent of Trouble

(1st Edition)

Sezmeralda and the Agent of Trouble

In the City of Sails, in Jafa-land
where the weather is just a game
there hides a modern witch-like woman
and Sezmeralda is her name.

She came from further south
and she's a strange one it is true.
She lives in a cave on the edge of town,
her friends are good but few.

She is a bit like a Discworld witch:-
a practical woman, though grumpy.
Her friends turn to her now and again
when their own roads get too bumpy.

Her magic is music and song and dance
and a damn good listening ear
and though she's reclusive she cares a lot
and can be called on through the year.

One evening she left her cave
for a night of jovial drinking
and that is where she met The Agent
who asked her "Vat are you sinking?"

The Agent had a merry eye
and a funny, mischievous nature
and although her name was Trouble,
Sezmeralda just couldn't hate her.

The two were very different
and yet somehow the same,
The Agent was a people person
while Sez forgot their names,

They both were practical people
and worked well with their hands
they shared a similar humour
but were from different lands.

Their friendship grew at a steady pace -
they'd often share a meal,
then one evening they both agreed
that there was more to feel.

And so began a whirlwind
of emotion, fun, and fears.
But in truth they weren't made to match -
it would only end in tears.

The Agent is a mover
and motion is her style,
Her trouble is always welcomed
though she stays for just a while,

And the witch she is a stayer
with her music in her cave,
and company she will not keep
though closeness she doth crave.

The Agent was the first to see
while the witch she closed her eyes.
Eventually Trouble declared:-
It's time to break the ties.

And so they parted ways -
not without some pain
and their story it is over now - at least

          until we meet again.

Friday, May 20, 2011

When I woke up he was...

Exploring the headboard of my bed...

Monday, May 16, 2011

I Am Addicted To Llamas

Not actual llamas.

The llamas on Deviant Art.

I don't know why I want them so bad but I think it is a self-worth thing.  More llamas means more people like me.  Even though I know it's not true.  Maybe it's a competition thing - more More MORE!

Here's my Deviant Art Profile Page:

Yah, click on the image to go to my actual DA page and find out what kind of soup I'm holding in my hand...

But back to llamas.  You can't give someone a llama until you receive one.  I wandered aimlessly through the halls of DA for about a week before someone gave me a llama.  Then I had one llama.  From there I can go about the website giving llamas to anyone I want and it costs me nothing at all.  But I can only give one llama to each person.  Sometimes people return the favour, and after a while the llamas get "better."  Over on the right hand side of my profile page (near the scroll bar) you can almost see my llama.  Here's a close up of someone else's llama:

See it there?  It's golden coloured with a red bow tie and sunglasses.  Let's see how many people had to give this person llamas for them to be classed as golden:

Now lets look at how many llamas I have been given:

I know there aren't 73 people on DA who think I am awesome (especially since I've had to give more than twice that away) but I am still proud of my albino llama.

I just wish it were a ninja llama.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Photos from the Street

Here are some things I've seen around in the last couple of months:

This one was written by a friend of Nick's.

  These are the chillies being grown by the 'Skin Bay' at work.

A beautiful desk in one of the displays at MoTaT in Western Springs, Auckland.  
One day I will make one of my own!

This was the statue on top of the desk.  I just loved the shadow it cast on the wall behind.

Also at MoTaT.  Just because the Allies were on the winning side doesn't mean they didn't cause injustice. NZ sent their 'enemy aliens' to an island off the coast.  God forbid they send the countries secrets back to Europe.  Wait... what secrets?

That is all.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

In The Time Since Easter

To all of you I apologise! It has been too long.  But I have had a busy couple of weeks since Easter and my social calender has been more filled than - possibly - the rest of the year combined.  But here I am, back again.  I hope you enjoy the post and forgive me for the time it took in coming.


The weekend after Easter was a full one.  I took leave on Friday so that my RPG group and I could go to Sylvia Park to watch the movie Thor on the XTREME Screen.  This is a screen so extreme it had no time for more than two e's.

I stayed with The Agent of Trouble that night and then had a lunch date with my best friend Rachie.  (I am still working out a code-name for Rachie).  We tried a place we hadn't been to before near the Grafton Bridge and each had a little boutique pizza and a sweetie.  Mine was pain au chocolat which was delicious!  After lunch I was off home to get all the chores done before a dinner event that night.

This last summer I played cricket for the Waitakere Cricket Club Women's Senior Grade team headed up by the delightful Tash and coached by the inescapable Garry-with-two-arr's.  It took us a long time, but finally (now that it's Autumn) it was time for our end-of-season celebration which was to be held at Genghis Khan's Mongolian Restaurant in New Lynn.  Now, normally it doesn't really bother me if I have to drive to a dinner and therefore cannot drink.  But on this particular day I really wanted to be able to go over the limit.  So I caught a lift in with fellow cricketer Roach.  The dinner was nice and we all ate too much before proceeding up the road fifty metres to a local pool bar.  Rav had spent the better part of the last five minutes telling us all that she'd never been beat at pool so it was with great delight and pure blind luck that I managed to pull one out at the last second and defeat the self-proclaimed champion.

To be fair, the game was an unusual one.  Four of us were playing.  We each chose three of the available numbers (8-ball included) then took it in turns to sink any ball which was not our own.  It was an honesty system and we had to declare if someone sunk one of our numbers.  In that situation only was the current player permitted to have a second shot. (If she potted a ball which did not belong to anyone she didn't get the free shot).

This is Tash, not Rav.

If all three balls a person had secretly nominated were potted then that person was out of the game.  It came down to two final numbers, and I sunk Rav's.  YAY!
After a quick doubles game of regular pool we'd all had enough (aren't we sad?!) and though Roach had gone home I was rescued by the Agent in her Silver Audi Steed.  We had a really nice Sunday morning watching Green Wing on DVD and she even made me her specialty scrambled eggs for breakfast - with seasoning all the way from Germany and all.  It didn't look like any kind of scrambled eggs I'd ever had before but it was definitely a tasty breakfast!

How could you not want to watch this show?

So, thus far I have been to the movies, gone out for lunch, gone out for dinner, moved on to a bar, had scrambled eggs and watched DVDs.  This has been a very busy weekend so far.  But wait, there's more.  That's right - my regular every Sunday games night with the RPG crowd.  Starts at 2pm and goes to 10.  I was very tired by the time Monday came round.

Rachie is, though lacking a code-name, a very good friend.  While impressed with my sudden increase in social activity (and all-round organisation) she did caution me not to over-extend myself.  This is important for people like me who are heavily-introverted and need to balance their social activities with enough re-charge time to recover properly from said activities.  I thanked her for pointing this out and agreed with her I would have to be careful.  Especially since it wasn't all over.  Oh no.

Tuesday night was Roach's birthday.  I joined her for dinner at Indian Summer in West Harbour for a very pleasant evening indeed.  Then like a love-struck fool, and determined not to get any sleep at all this week, instead of going home afterwards I snuck up on the Agent again.  Thank you kindly for your concern Rachie but it would appear I intend to enrich the zombified experience which is currently my working life by screwing up your good advice and throwing it in the furnace of un-reason and foolishness.  On the other hand, I got to spend another night with Trouble so I think it's all working out okay.  Besides - I can sleep properly tomorrow night!


Or not.  You see, tomorrow night is Wednesday night.  And Wednesday night is Mike & Virginia night.

Recognise her anyone? Mum?  Mel?  Well you should.  That's Lisa Chappell.

This is also Lisa Chappell.  I am not kidding you.

Anyway, the real significance of Mike & Virginia is not who starred in it (because I actually didn't put two and two together until I saw her on stage) but that this was a really wonderful, funny, truthful, talented look at love and relationships and it was written by - drum roll please - Kathryn Burnett and Nick Ward.  If Nick is a good man he will re-send me the link he sent me last week and I will put it up here for you because I am not a good woman and although I promised ever so faithfully to read it, I didn't.  Sorry Nick.
(UPDATE:- Read Nick's words on his play and see plenty of great links at the bottom.)

Well, we absolutely loved it!  And we were even lucky enough to catch Nick very briefly after the show.  He was busy of course and most everyone there was more important than us, but we were special enough to get 5 minutes or so of undivided time chatting with him which made me feel loved!
Oh!  And there was ice cream!

Now it's really rather getting on.. and I haven't made it to the end of the week yet - let alone the weekend.  I wonder if you are all feeling as exhausted as I am simply by reliving this hectic time?  I won't sport with you a great deal longer then.  Thursday was thankfully uneventful.

Friday I was under a self-imposed obligation to do everything in my power to fulfil two requests of the Agent's.  One was to cook dinner, and the other was to get a hold of some 'Allo 'Allo for us to watch on both Friday and Saturday.  This combined with a long working day which finished late made for a tiring night.

How could you not want to watch this show?

Saturday (I'm really getting short now, aren't I?) was for late rising and more scrambled eggs (sans German seasoning) and an evening mission to Te Atatu Peninsula for ice cream with The Agent, Ginge & his friend Daz.  I was rendered grumpy by what I considered to be a failed mission and disappointment given that I wanted to go to my favourite ice cream shop in Onehunga.  But the walk down near the sea, the views, the singing and the company of my Trouble were enough to help me get over it.

Sunday.... Sunday is another day.  It was full too.  Too full it was.  I will write about Sunday another time.

And now it's Tuesday night - or, more accurately, Wednesday morning which may count for the excessive use of hyphens and commas, or it might not.  Tomorrow night is dancing night (round one) and I'm hanging out for Friday.  No particular reason - I just like weekends.