I like the idea of blogging about people.
Heres a list of famous Tsutekis:
Neil Gaiman (he's published and has extemely nice fans.)
Tori Amos (she's talented, beautiful and her lyrics are hard to understand.)
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (kick-ass and down to earth.)
Tara from Buffy (Natural witch, calm, beautiful.)
Tim Burton (Never compromises his style...)
Now, in real life. I have so many. I can mention Iona, because I used to go to craft afternoon's at Susan's and she'd be there and she was a tiger. She'd bring kinder surprises (or someone would) and she is beautiful.
The whole "craft afternoon at Susan's" played quite a role in my development...gave me different points of view to my family and school. Very valuable, plus I made a lot of teddy bears.
I was fourteen and all these women thought of me as an equal. It was magic.
The music in my head: "This is how you remind me" by Nickelback. Has been in my head for roughly two weeks now, but today it won't be forgotten. It's bashing around in there forcing me to sing:
Not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
for giving you a heart worth breaking
and I've been wrong
I've been down to the bottom
of every bottle
These five words in my head
"are we having fun yet?"
Today I am grumpy. It's a beautiful day and I cna't be in it. Aside from that I'm just grumpy. I keep bitching about people inside my head. I can keep it in there and not spoken though, so that's something.
Someone parked me in this morning. Damn you coupon parking fools! When we got home last night all the nice resident's parks were gone, so I had to use the coupon area. I didn't leave myself enough room in front and neither did the person behind me. I hate that.
Bitch bitch moan moan grump grump.
I have joined cosplaylab.com. I am as they say a true geek.
Look under Jenni, but do it in a few days once I've put some pics up :)
I did the gender writing thing from Iona's blog entry the other day, and I tried it with three of my blog entries.
It said I was a male for two of them, and the one with my dream in the other day was written by a female.
It reminded me of the spark gender test I did last year. It was over 80% sure I am a male.
So, my new theory is that my internet persona is a male. I'm pretty sure I'm not a male in real life given my penchant for dollies and skirts and pink and Chobits. (No wait...chobits doesn't make me female...) So it must just be the internet thing.
And no-one is allowed to mention the many male role-playing characters I have. You can be quiet about that. My theory is good.
I like this girl, I found her because she did Amalthea, from the Last Unicorn.
The Last unicorn was the anime I liked when I was a kid. They used to play it on TV at like midday on Sundays every so often. It's a movie about the last unicorn, based on the book by Peter S. Beagle. Its very good, has a wizard who isn't very good at magic, except when he lets it do whatever it wants through him. (His magic words end up being "Magic, do what you will!" which is cool.) It has the last unicorn who gets turned human and gets all wrapped up in a romance story and forgets everything else. It also has that crazy butterfly who sings random snippets like an ADHD pop idol.
I went from watching it endlessly as a kid to not seeing it for about ten years, then finding out my friend Sass still had a copy of it. Now it has been released on DVD and will someday soon be gracing my collection. After I've bought all the rest of Cowboy Bebop and started buying Angelic Layer.
I know all the words to the America Last Unicorn theme song.
Hee hee hee. The official Disney, Pixar, Finding Nemo: the essential guide has proved me right!
The seagulls *do* in fact say "Mine! Mine! Mine!" Readers may remember this from my movie rants.
I revel in my astounding rightness.
.....and now I'm done.
In other news, the library has been very busy today, as if we'd been closed for a week rather than one day. On the up side, the day has passed very quickly.
Heee....how google really works....
The title of this entry brought to you by the letter D
I dreamed that my brother and his wife had had their baby (due soon in real life). They brought her to the family lunch, but it was my father that was the baby. He sucked his thumb and someone had to hold him.
We had to catch an old fashioned steam train for a day trip and I was watching a video of a black cat crawling through tunnels. It had subtitles of what the cat was thinking. The cat knew that my Dad wasn't the baby. It knew something was up.
My brother conceded that they weren't going to show us the baby, because we weren't ready. He warned us that babies do this scent-trapping thing (can't think how to explain further, but sort of to do with cats too), so if the baby snuffles your ear too much you have to pass her on. He showed us other warning signs too.
We caught the train back into town.
Following a conversation at Seraph's engagement party last night, Lee and I searched under Jenni + Lee on google.
As it turns out Jenni Lee is a BDSM Britney Spears lookalike porn model who is costantly kidnapped, chloroformed, etc.
Goodness! A bit much for a Sunday morning.
When I think "River inside me" I think: intestines. Oogie squishy intetrnal organs that flow with whatever I've consumed lately*.
Of course that's completely revolting, and not a likely topic for blogging, since I know bugger all anatomy and I don't like to think about that stuff anyway because it makes me squeam. (Hee! Squeam!)
The second thing I think if is periods. I'm not sure my readership (such as it is...) wants to hear about that either.
SO. I am left with a wiffly idea of my own creativity flowing inside me like the river that never runs dry. The reason it never runs dry is that I am craft-flighty. I a switch around so I never get bored. It's a great ploy. Lee calls me "Attention span Jenni" I blame being allowed to watch as much TV as I liked as a child.
My other creativity secret is to draw inspiration from shopping. I do this: decide I need one thing. Go to the shop, buy up many beautiful things. Be excited, come home, do lots.
I also buy up things I have no use for *immediately*, but which have promise for some wondrous project in the future. It actually comes in really handy for scrapbooking.
Just at the moment I'm in a huge scrapbooking phase (as you know), but I am also, due to frequenting cosplaylab so much, constantly thinking of costumes I could make myself. The people who I talk to in real life know this. :)
Case in point: my changeling sketch book has mysteriously morphed into a cosplay possibilities sketchbook. I'm not obsessed. Really. Heh heh.
How's that for a river of consiousness?
*Right now: mince and cheese pie, Crunchie flavoured milk and the lovely little rocket candies I love soooo much.
After reading my poem from yesterday, Lee said that we do belong as we are on our way to being yuppies.
I said "Maybe you are. *I* haven't bought a projector." Lee said:
"Yuppies don't buy projectors, they buy Pajeros."
wonderful.
Crisp in the morning
blossoming branches hang over the footpath
well tended gardens house yappy dogs
cats watch scornfully out of designer windows
Schoolgirls wander the streets
not in class
footpath veers in strange angles.
Crowds of yuppies
out on the footpath at Wholly bagels tables
in the Saturday sun
expensive sunglasses and smoked salmon.
I'm a spy here
I don't belong.
Here's the first entry my friend Hix made on our recent Universalis game.
Obviously it's brief and more about how the game worked than noting all the jokes, but still cool. It was a Russian Fairytale with many twists, ghosts and unrequited love, that we were constantly trying to make a comedy.
I started the first scene and based it on Cardcaptor Sakura. Here's how: in the very first scene a teenage girl was sitting at the table being made breakfast by her older brother. I made sure the boy had the trait of "looks after his sister".
Hee hee, no-one picked it, because no-one is a cardcaptor Sakura geek like me. Of course any likeness to Sakura and Touya soon went out the window with the whole Russian thing, but it still made me happy.
Last night I watched One Hour Photo and it was very well done I thought. Sy (Robin Williams) displayed all the signs that Dr Phil outlined for child molesters. It was very well designed too, with the extreme whiteness that surrounded Sy. I thought it was good in a very creepy way.
I just found an orange one on the library front desk that someone's written "retail" on in vivid/sharpie. I wonder how it got here.
I have pens I have no idea where they came from. I don't ever remember stealing any pens, but somehow they find their way to my house. Or my pencil case.
Either I'm doing it without realising (unlikely since I carry my own pens), Lee is stealing them and framing me (not sure how likely this is, as have never noticed him stealing pens either. Which isn't to say that it doesn't happen.) OR there is a pen fairy who regularly moves pens from one place to another in order to create more chaos and strangeness in the world.
Sometimes I do remember where pens came from, here's a list, because I am a big stationery geek....Great pens I have had:
Rangiruru Girl's College Christchurch. I got the pen from a fellow poet in the Greg O'Brien poetry Vic course. I wanted it because of my best friend when I was 7, and sometime penfriend, who attended there. The other poet had been a teacher there and had many of them.
Wellington Convention Centre. We got heaps of them free at the library because they were overstocked, or changing the logo or something. How I love those pens.
Shiny beaded pen from Far Pavilions. Christmas gift from Svend a coupla years back. If only the bits of glass didn't keep falling off.
Lizzy's pen from Deka. I had it briefly. It was plastered with bits of paper saying "Lizzy's, don't touch" etc. I think she got it back in the end. Curses.
NZ Aquarium pen. Bought it for myself at the Aquarium in Napier. Yay!
PALL corporation pens. I have three of these from Giffy, she got heaps free from the NZ blood service when she was there. They are big and fat and blue and they write black. Excellent.
Starry Pen. Santa gave it to me last year and it was just a *really good pen*. It was pretty with stars on and it fit nice in my hand and the ink was a nice blue and I loved it. It has now run out. This makes me a sad panda.
Just added many hyperlinks to yesterday's entry. Fun fun fun. I meant to do it at home, but seems that mozilla won't display the url, bold, italics and underline buttons for me.
Quickie entry today, to make up for the novella I wrote yesterday.
First day of full time work today, lay around in bed too long after alarm like lazy bugger.
Domestic themed storytime featuring "Titimus Trim" by Lynley Dodd, which was one of my favourites as a kid. I think my favourite bit was when he vacuumed the lawn. Also the first "Maisy Mouse" book I've ever used in storytime as I think the stories suck. It went down OK.
One of the mother's cellphones went off during storytime. Oscar-winning rude people*. At least she didn't answer it, but turned it off.
Sushi for lunch. managed to splurt soy sauce from little baggie all over table and left sleeve. Now left sleeve smells like soy sauce. Deep fried faux-fish sushi good.
Am reading "Trickster's Choice" by Tamora Pierce, that I bought at Borders. Am finding it hard to read for any length of time. Keep being interrupted or just not in the mood. Hmm.
*Oscar-winner = profanity.
jiggety jig.
Auckland was great. I like it in Auckland. It's pretty with all the oak trees and open spaces. It's warm there, warm is good....Did lots of things. Here's a summary:
Tuesday. Flew up there. I love planes. Watching the lift off takes my breath away. It's so amazing that it works. I guess I just don't fly that much, but it's wonderful. I love the views you get from up there.
Wednesday. Navigated Auckland in automatic car. Me driving and Lee with the map. It was easier than I thought it would be, so that was a big relief.
We went to the Zoo, which was pretty cool although it seemed to be half under construction.
The giraffes weren't on display because they were getting a new waterhole. However Hippos, elephants and flamingoes all good. Saw the red pandas be cute, liked the native NZ bird aviary and it was a gorgeous hot sunny day.
Then we went to Kelly Tarlton's. It is lame (so I'm not linking there). It is not as good as the New Zealand Aquarium in Napier. It was good to the penguins and the bit with the fake Orca head really freaked me out (I knew it was coming, but I didn't realise it'd be so BIG!) but the rest was a disappointment at $30 each.
Went to a wonderful cafe called Verona for dinner. I had chorizo sausage risotto, and a brownie. Yum.
Thursday: Rainbow's End. Good fun. Went on everything but the roller coaster (closed for repairs), the fear fall (too scary) and the bumper boats (I was wearing a skirt and you had to sit with legs apart and hiked up....)
My favourite when I was a kid was the log flume. It has changed. The vaguely sinister moving goblins all burned down apparently and have been replaced with cutesy elves that don't move at all. They also sang a song that I couldn't make out the words to. Unnerving. The big drop at the end was still there and still good though.
My favourite ride was the Gold rush which is like a rollercoaster through a fakey mine. It was fast and scary and I screamed a lot. Went on that three times.
Thursday night watched lots of family guy = very funny.
Friday. Waiwera Hotpools. Perfect day for it, overcast and threatening to rain. Lovely hotness. Oh yes. I am too wussy for the hydroslides though. It was too dark. Like diving into a black hole. Very scary and I screamed the whole way so I swallowed lots of water. D'oh!
Friday night Janjo's friends came over for games. I learned a card game called Beanie that was very fun, watched Princess Mononoke, and played a dice game called greed that I very nearly won. I never knew I had the devil's luck but there you go.
Janjo's friends are good people. They are roleplayers so I had heaps of common ground, and we told war stories and it was fun.
Saturday: Shopping! Oh yes. Went to a second hand shop called Just Plane Interesting and Lee bought a set of three decorative ninja swords. They are pretty cool. If only we had a mantlepiece.
Queen St is great. Went to the huge section of Switch at Farmers and bought cute gothy stuff. Found many little asian shops with insanely cheap clothes and went a bit mad.
Borders bookshop is wonderful. I bought the Sandman Companion *squeeee!* and a Nightwing trade paperback and the new Tamora Pierce book and an Edward Gorey book for Janjo. (The Doubtful Guest, my favourite and the most appropriate.)
Sunday. Auckland Museum, which is very cool and Parnell for the Chocolate Boutique. Hot chocolate so dense it was like chocolate pudding sauce. Lovely designer chocolates and a gorgeous atmosphere. Lee went mad as we left and bought a bundle. Yay!
Treasure Island Mini-golf by the airport is super-cool. Full on theme mini golf with a shark fin in the pond and a cannon that goes off every five minutes and fun fun greens. Plus I won the game so that doesn't hurt. Tee hee.
Lee won the game if mini golf we played at rainbow's end.
Then plane home last night with more gorgeous views. I saw a Mountain (Mt Taranaki?) which was very cool and the Milford Sounds as we came into land. Lovely.
I was thinking about how birthdays were when I was a kid. I used to wake up real early, all excited, and hop into Mum and Dad's bed. Then I'd get presents and it would be very exciting.
Chocolate for breakfast most of the time. The school or whatever, but I'd be going around with this glow on. I love birthdays. The best ones would be when I'd get home from school and there'd be a present that has come in the mail for me. Bonus extra present! Rock.
Cake at dinner, usually got to say what I wanted for tea. Roast chicken I think was the normal choice. It was fun.
I am flying to Auckland tonight, back on Sunday evening. No blogging til after then. I might try to do some in Auckland, but that would probably entail buying internet cafe time and I just don't know if I can do that.
Sooooo... that means I won't be participating in the Friday theme, except I might, but late.
I have been offered a full time job at the library. I don't want to work full time, but I have to. *sigh* I should call them and tell them I'll take it.
My party went wonderfully. I had lots and lots of people turn up in costume and it was great fun. How I love taking photos :)
I'm going away to Auckland tomorrow night, so I'll probably blog a bit tomorrow and then nothing til I get back. I get back Sunday evening, but won't feel like doing any blogging straight off, I'm sure.
I'll be writing in my physical diary while I'm away. I have neglected my diary since starting this blog. I think my last entry was like September 7th. I'm going to catch up on it today, hopefully.
I also have to return costumes. Lee wants to return a faulty joystick and I want to go to Whitcoulls with my birthday vouchers and purchase some Cowboy Bebop. Yay!
I also want to drop off my films so I can get party photos back tomorrow. Better check my bank account first though.
I don't really know what to say about kissing, so I'll quote a Flight of the Conchords song:
"A kiss is not a contract, but it's very nice. Yes it's very nice
Just because you've been exploring my mouth
doesn't mean you get to take an expedition further South, no..
A kiss is not a contract, but it's very nice. It's very very nice"
I picked up my dress from the costume shop. Image has been removed, sorry...
Giffy and I picked up our dresses and immediately tried them on. Mine has a huge hooped petticoat, so Giffy's looked all small in comparison. So we marched straight back (in full regalia), and Giffy got a big petticoat too. It was a bit of a mission both of us fitting in the lift with three other people, but these hoops are actually quite bendy.
I am excited about my party, I put up faerie lights and did lots of tidying. I also baked cupcakes, so I deserve lots of credit.
I am tempted by bad-tempered-ness* to subvert my blog with an entry reading: Blah blah blah. B-Blah blah blah. Blog blog blog. Blah blog.
Of course, that's not actually very subversive, and I'm sure I have more to say than that, even if I am grumpy. So here goes, train of thought!
I love my new phone still.
I saw some Dr Phil and it was about people with low self esteems. But extremely low, like constantly calling self stupid low. It wasn't that interesting.
Tonight we are getting curtains. Hurray! Now I can watch things in the daytime and actually see the picture! Giant Dr Phil for me. Now that I think of it, I'm not sure that's a good thing.
I got a residents parking permit today! Oh yes, parking will be MINE!
Also, while wasting my life on Cosplaylab I found this tiny girl cosplayer. Fear the baby cosplayer! I actually rather like her Sailor Moon outfit, and she is super-cute!
I love the music from anime "Hellsing", opening credits refrain goes Shooby Dooby doo, shooby dooby do . S'cool.
* Bad temper caused by: Mal-nutrition caused by fridge not working, Daylight savings losing sleep agony and achy back from who knows what. (....Probably achy from too much puter time.)
For a while I had the phrase "It's just one of those things" stuck in my head. It would go around and around in there and I'd want to say it to everyone despite it being inappropriate, or non-sensical.
I ended up writing a really good poem using it, but it's a roleplaying character poem. What am I supposed to do with the poetry I write as a male elf I ask you? It would be pretty cool to submit a folio of work under his name.
It's actually quite tempting.
But then I get these paranoid fantasies that he'd become really famous and no-one would care about me. I mean, what if he got published, so I thought "Ok, I'm pretty good at this, I'll submit my Jenni stuff as well" but no-one thought that was any good?
It's a real problem!
I made a line! Rock.
I am amused by the way kids sing.
Today in the library there was a kid singing "bananas in pyjamas" but not the version you know. His version went "PAH-jamas, PAH-jamas...coming down the stairs, PAH-jamas, PAH-jamas...coming down the stairs, PAH-jamas, PAH-jamas...coming down the stairs" ad nauseum.
I kind of like this image of the pyjamas coming down the stairs. It's a bit ominous, like that Dr Suess story with the pants and the shirt that float around at night and talk and stuff.
I also like the way kids don't get bored of their songs. Even if the song is just "Bob the builder, Bob the builder, Bob the builder."
Of course, I can't talk about that. I did invent the stapler song.
It just goes "stapler stapler, stapler stapler" until I find the stapler. Works for rulers too. In fact anything you're looking for. It has a tune and everything.
I have a lovely new cell phone and now I'm text mad. I love my phone.
(In no particular order)
An ambulance on the back of a Kearney's tow truck. At first I was like, "But Ambulances can park where they like, right?" Then I saw that the front was all smashed and crumpled. I hope they crashed *after* they saved whoever made them speed.
In a magazine shop in town there's a section with all the different wedding magazines. Nz Bride and Groom, etc. On the two shelves under them all: baby magazines.
A guy crossing the road from the dairy with milk and a paper. Looking the wrong way and walking slowly. I slowed down in the car and quietly beeped him as I went by. Gave him a big fright.
A whole bunch of people on trains who didn't see me even though I waved a large squeegee at them. People ought to look up more.
Smears on the window. I was up close and polishing off the Mr Muscle. It's cool how you can see the surface of glass even though it's made to be seen through. Once you find one smear there's lots more.
A scrapbook page that I made and really liked. It's so pretty. I've started an all-costuming one, and I have lots to catch up on for that. Today I did the photos from the "Choose-your-own-prom-theme" party I went to last year. I was Goth prom. Giffy was anime prom.
One clock on Lambton Quay that was not changed for daylight savings.
right now is cosplaying. I have been searching the net and I have found two personal costuming heroes.
Wayne is amazing! He cosplayed Wizard from Angelic Layer *and* Touya from Card Captor Sakura so he must be about the coolest boy around. (Apart from Lee, but Lee refuses to cosplay depsite a resemblance to Spike from Cowboy Bebop. :( ) ....anyway, his site is pretty fun to read, especially the "powers gained" bits of his costumes. Might have to add that to my new costuming scrapbook.
Then there's Chico, she's super-cute and she's cosplayed the girls from Cowboy bebop and heaps of other stuff... I just think she's cool. She has a homepage of awesome beautifulness, and although she's a bit l33t for me, I still find it all very impressive.
Yay!
Television. It sucks your will to live. It eats your time while you sit passively, brain in neutral, mouth slack and just experience someone elses idea of what you like.
I really liked TV One's ad campaign a while back that said "your brain is the most important instrument you own, be careful what you put in it." (Or something like that, I don't remember the exact wording.) I dislike TV on principal but I can sit and drool with the best of them.
For the main part I don't watch TV. I don't like the things that are on. (Fear Factor? Special Victims Unit? Crocodile HUnter? Ewwwww!) I feel morally superior for not watching TV. Even though this means there are conversations I can't join in on, like 'Have you seen that new add..." and "Did you catch CSI last night?" I don't feel like I'm missing out. On the contrary I am above such things.
Of course, there are TV programmes I am quite passionate about. Buffy is my religion practically. I like Father Ted, Scrubs, Simpsons, Cowboy Bebop.
So it's all paradoxical.
I wonder what would happen after tea if no-one could turn on the TV. Would everyone be writing music, poetry, novels? Creating works of art?
I guess everyone who could would hop onto the internet. Then there's reading, attending movies...
There's heaps of other things people *could* be doing, but everyone just sits down and switches off for a few hours then goes to bed. Turn on, Tune out.
TV is oogie.
The End.
AAaaahhh my eyes are all tired and dried out from comedy.
I was a little worried that with all new songs, Flight of the Conchords wouldn't be as good. More fool me! Their new songs are just wonderful. They started out with "High on Folk" which is about the backlash they've suffered as a folk parody duo. Especially from Jermaine's primary school teacher and Jason Donovan. Hah! Wonderful samples of "Durham Town" and "Scarborough Fair/Canticle".
My other favourite of their new songs was the Hip-Hopopotamus vs the Rhymnoceros, which was gangsta rap folk. I had to close my eyes to catch all the lyrics, but it was well worth it.
Their banter was wonderful too, we got quite a lot of it because they weren't mega practised on their new stuff, so they put some of it off quite a long time. In one song, a Western tall tale sort, they actually made quite a few mistakes and had to stop part way through. It all just added to the friendly comedy-club atmosphere though, and was pretty funny as well.
Brett: "Oh shall we keep it going then?"
Jermaine: " Yes, because they haven't seen it before..."
They took two requests for old songs, one during the show and one at the encore. They took one request for a banter topic. If I had had presence of mind I would have called out "Figwit!" and that would have been funny, as it was we got "cheeky darkies". Ah well.
It was a great show, I got a sore throat from laughing and came away humming the songs. Esp. "Brett, you've got it going on" Heeee.
I'm a Brettaliser :)
I watched Father Ted episodes last night. How I love that English wit, then after two I got bored, turned it off and did scrapbooking instead. I am gripped with the desire to buy a large scanner and scan in my scrapbooking pages and showcase them....
...you can all breathe sighs of relief because I can't afford a large scanner for a few weeks, after my trip to Auckland. Yay for the aeroplane!
I went for a lovely sunshiney walk through Thorndon this morning to get fish and chips. I am constantly impressed by the prettiness of the houses in Thorndon, and for the most part they're kept so well. Gorgeous.
Outside the fish and chip place I sat and relaxed and did nothing. Well, I did watch all the suity business people, so not nothing. But I was far less kinetic than they and I sat there thinking "aren't you all jealous of me? Sitting quietly in the sun and not moving?" I don't know if any of them picked up my smug expression, but no-one said anything so it can't have been that bad.
:)
This afternoon at work I supervised 14 little kiddies making fish, squids, whales and crabs. For an hour.
Tonight it's dinner and then Flight of the Conchords (You remember right?)...
A good day. Plus the first day of October: birthday central in my family.