| Not the gumdrop buttons! |
[Jul. 12th, 2007|09:35 pm] |
It's a regular occurrence for me to embrace my inner child. This is something I do with a great sense of pride and a dash of irony. Recently I've been visiting McDonald's (something I haven't done for a few months) to expand my collection of promotional 'Shrek' figurines.
So far I own Shrek himself, the gingerbread man, and a baby donkey/dragon...thing, apparently called a 'dronkey'. They each have three riveting phrases, my personal favourite being Shrek's "I'm an ogre". As if we didn't know. Each time I opened my Happy Meal box I've hoped to see Donkey's charming snout peering out at me, but so far my prayers have remained unanswered.
I also have two photographs with the actual real characters themselves1:
Soon I will update this with a picture of the whole family, just as soon as I find the gingerbread man who I 'misplaced' last week.
1 In scaled-down cardboard form. |
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| The mandatory Christmas blog |
[Dec. 26th, 2006|12:41 am] |
Christmas is over for another year.
:(
But all is not lost, as I have all these new toysss to play with over the next few days.
That looks like one HUGE pile of presents, but really it's mostly made up of inexpensive things: hair products, board games, books, chocolate, etc. All the usual gifts. I did get a lovely graphics tablet, though.
MERRY CHRISTMAS.
Or should that be 'happy holidays'... |
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| This was my Halloween... |
[Nov. 6th, 2006|10:56 pm] |
After a particularly sleepy sleepover, my mother, being the thoughtful dear that she is, purchased these rather fetching pumpkin-shaped gingerbreads from the most almighty supermarket on the planet - Tesco.
Joe instantly sprung from his sleepy idle state and set to work excitedly examining them. I dragged my undead self into the kitchen and set to work complaining about the icing.
Greatful as I was, I found it kinda bizarre how there was no orange or black icing. I mean who designs these things? They should be sacked; or at least moved to the birthday cake section. I mean what kinda pussy colours are red and yellow? This is HALLOWEEN, buddy. I guess red came in handy for 'blood', anyhow.
We each created two of these ghoulishly delicious cookies, using a selection of not-quite Smarties, and the aforementioned icing.
Here they are in all their blurry glory. Clearly I was so excited to eat them that my camera work was a bit shaky, which is a shame because we spent a good 3 or 4 minutes creating that display.
This is my favourite. Even though Joe's gripping skills failed him, and this poor guy got personal with the kitchen floor. That's a pretty deep gash right there, but nothing a few stitches couldn't fix. Unfortunately the head wounds couldn't be repaired, as the dog moved in for the kill before the pieces could be recovered.
More pics:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. |
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| This blog is Not Responding |
[Oct. 12th, 2006|11:41 pm] |
Dontcha just love technology? Computers in particular. They make life so much easier. Without them, we wouldn't be able to access endless streams of information, download and watch bizarre porn in the comfort of our own homes, create and store pictures on screen, and lose them...
That's right, Adobe Illustrator  I'm pointing my accusing hand-shaped cursor at you.
Yes, I am afraid that my love for you is waning, little one. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd betray me...or blatently ignore me. You spiteful bastard. After two hours of work on an illustration for a SCHOOL project (which, thinking about it, makes this sin even more...sinful), you decide to have some late-night fun. Not involving the aformentioned porn, oh no, you just love to watch me squirm as you throw up the old "Not Responding" chestnut. So you struggled to save the large file, after I stupidly hit Ctrl+S instead of Ctrl+A, but hey, who do you think you are? Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing?
I'm sure this is just a small knock in our relationship, and I hope it doesn't come between us, but at the end of the day, I just don't think you put enough effort into this.
I think you need some time to think... |
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| Dear Mother Nature |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|09:54 pm] |
| [ | Current Music |
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It looks like summer is over. The last few days the weather has been dreary and overcast. Lovely.
I'm not ready for the cold just yet, Ma'am. I was enjoying the cloudless skys and laidback days and sometimes even the humid nights, apart from those BASTARD INSECTS you kept sending. Maybe that's why you ended summer, because I killed half of the fly-population and a good percentage of the moths, so you just cancelled the rest of the season to teach me a lesson. I'm sorry, I usually hate killing bugs, but the sheer quantity of them left me with no option.
Now, most of them were possibly just innocent by-standers...y'know, lounging around, minding their own. But some were just plain noisy, inconsiderate and somewhat rude; buzzing around the room at break-neck speed while I was trying to sleep. So, as usual, the minority caused the majority to suffer, and mass murder was committed on several occasions.
My personal favourite.
Now that's just the flies, don't even get me STARTED on the moths.
I'd still like the sun back, though. |
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