Friday, July 4, 2014

Wherein I wax rhapsodic about, you guessed it, the World Cup...olé, olé, olé!


Oh, hello there! Pardon me while I crawl out of my hibernation cave wherein I've been happily ensconced in world cuppery and watching craploads of matches, oh yes. But not hibernating, no. Well, 'cept for all the times in between and when I go to sleep at night, thereby missing some matches. Ahem.

Y'all, I love the World Cup. 

(Captain Obvious, thy name is Pretzel.) 

I mean, what's there not to love? 

The tension! 
The excitement! 
The beautiful game! 
The brilliant goals!
The equalisers! 
The many sexy footballers! (HELLO.)
The cheering, OH the cheering!

...and so on and so forth.

The fact that there's less than two weeks to go till the end of cuppage is a wee bit hard to bear, you see. I just love it LIKE WHOA.  
"Hi, my name is Pretzel and I'm a [worldcup]aholic." 
(Hi Pretzel!)

But I ask thee, o football-loving folk, who amongst us has not succumbed to the alluring siren call of the World Cup? Ladies and gentlemen, I rest my case.

As Andy Williams crooned in the early '60s, "It's the most wonderful tiiiiiiime of the yeaaaar!" (Yes, cuppage happens every four years...but still!)

And hey, if you're not into football ("soccer") or the World Cup, no matter, but here's something to capture the imagination in the form of Australia's wonder boy, Tim(my) Cahill:


(Photo taken from the awesome Kickette.com)


::choke::

Ladies - you're totally welcome. 
(Hot-hot-HOTTT!)

Here's to a weekend full of eight World Cup matches - oh, quarter finals, you saucy minx!

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Floods in the Balkans - HELP needed!


By now you've probably heard about the catastrophic floods that have been sweeping through Serbia and Bosnia (and, as of a few days ago, the eastern region in Croatia). This is the worst flooding to hit the region in more than 120 years - it's a profound tragedy and simply heartbreaking.

As you know, I'm Serbian and grew up in Croatia before immigrating to Australia just before the war ended. As it happens, my beloved mum returned to Serbia last year. (Thankfully, both she and her city are fine! ...as are my other relatives in Serbia.)

If you have a couple of bucks (or pounds or euros) to spare, please donate via one of the following avenues:




(Dammit, climate change!)

If you haven't heard about this, then the media in your country SUCKS, and I should know, the mainstream (read: shitstream) media in Australia sucks donkey's balls and prefers to cover the big issues, like celebrities and cats getting stuck up trees.  Take a bow, Oz media, you're doing a bang-up job.

(Grrrrrr!)

A few days ago the wonderful Novak Djokovic lambasted the BBC and glorified tabloid CNN for failing to report on the situation in Serbia and Bosnia, specifically. Thankfully, Novak is using his platform to raise awareness and donate money and much-needed resources.

Also, because Novak is MADE OF AWESOME, he donated all of his winnings from the Italian Open to the relief efforts in Serbia - freakin' chaaamp!

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

BOOM.


Southern Cross tattoo: the quintessential bogan stamp. (Redundant remark is redundant.)

(Why, yes, this is the shortest blog post known to man aaand a total non sequitur, to boot. Heh heh.)

EDITED TO ADD: for my non-Aussie blog pals, "bogan" is the Aussie equivalent of a redneck or hick, and these here bogans like to get tattoos of elements of the Australian flag, i.e. the Southern Cross...making them very much bogans, natch. Hee!

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

A video of my 2013...posted in late March. AHEM.


SO. Soooo. ::eyes dart from side to side::

Here's our 2013 at a glance, in total chronological order. Photos set to pretty music and all that jazz.

A bit rich posting so late (um, NO KIDDIN'!), and I'm waaaaay past the point of using the Chinese New Year excuse so, really, it's the fact I pretty much don't post here anymore, and, while I posted this on Facebook (on 4th February, mind you, so back then I could use the Chinese New Year excuse, and did), I just didn't think to replicate the post here.

So, here we are, on 26th of March, and you can see what our 2013 looked like.

Or not, whatever. Bwahahah!


2013 - a chronology from Igor on Vimeo.


Hope you like it! (As usual, let most of the video load up before you hit good ol' play.)

Oh, and hey! Here's last year's blog post showing our 2012 which: OMG!EUROPE!OMG! Evidently I was also very punctual last year. ::eyeroll:: Tee hee!

Monday, February 3, 2014

Is it just me or...


...is everyone else over their blogs, too?

Nope?  Just me?

Ha!

Eh, I'm just not feeling it anymore, you know?  Or maybe it's because I've been preoccupied with other non-bloggy things and the blog has taken a back seat as a result.  Could be, could be.  I have been doing a lot of writing on the side for a secret project (oh, the intrigue!) and who knows what will come of said project, if anything, but, you know...it's been good working on it all the same.  And painful.  But mostly good, hahah.  I think, for me, what's worse than not updating this blog is the fact I haven't read my bloggy pals' blogs in months and months.  Yes, your great blogs, pals.  Again: preoccupied, no time, yada yada.

On a totally unrelated note, I've been listening to Simon & Garfunkel's "The Essential" CD for the past couple of work hours and, well, soothing much?  Those incomparable harmonies of theirs are just a soul balm, amirite?

Finally: RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman.  So, SO sad.  A brilliant and gifted actor, and by all accounts a humble, kind and down-to-earth man.  Dammit, universe.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

What else is there to say but...


...the obvious: Happy New Year, everyone!

Wishing you all a health- and love-filled prosperous 2014. May it kick 2013's ass in the awesomeness stakes because DUH.  Hugs!


Thursday, November 28, 2013

Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'...


...that this raging sore throat takes a damn hike OMG GO AWAAAAY YOU GERMY GNARLY JACKASS!

Ahem.

Y'all, imma keep this short and sweet (unlike the post preceding this one which, hey, if you have a moment, I'd love for you to read it) (although, come to think of it, that post about my dad really isn't long at all).

Behold:

I have a cold and a sore throat.
I have a big-deal of an annual chorale concert at a fancy conservatorium hall on Saturday night.
I have a solo at the concert, too.
I have a fear that the cold won't go away enough to let me sing like a champ.
I have a middle finger for this damn cold.
I have expletive-laden thoughts for it.

You get the picture.

I had Tuesday and yesterday off work, thinking rest and medication would go a long way and: yeah, not so much. It helped a little bit but not as much as one would hope. Speaking of hope, I'm hopeful that the cold will go away (like, A WHOLE LOT) over the next two days.  IT HAS TO, AMIRITE?!

Sorry for the yelling, ACK!

Back in May I had bronchitis and I still sang (well) at a concert.  Don't ask me how, I've blocked it from memory.  (Although I did have a shot of grappa/"rakija" before the concert so: maybe that temporarily kicked the bacteria's ass?)

I've just bought some new cough-specific cold/flu tablets, Manuka honey, and I'm gargling with Betadine Sore Throat Gargle.  Eating lots of vegies too, drinking fluids, the whole nine yards. I've read about people slicing an onion and leaving it by the bed, apparently it sucks out the bacteria or something...?

If you have a speedy sore throat remedy, hit me up in the comments!