Life lately, yada yada, so on and so forth...

WELL, so much for me posting Sunday or Monday, as mentioned in the earlier post. ::shakes head::

(Why do I make bloggy promises I can't keep? Yeesh!)

Here are some pictures.

Doesn't this sunset just BLOW YOUR MIND? Seriously, click on on this grid to enlarge
so you can see the sunset in all its glory. Also, Yogi being cute and funny, hee!

Cuddling with my baby, my gorgeous nephew. SQUEEE!

Eh, these two are totally gratuitous because I like how my cheekbones look in them. Ha!

More hijinks with my cutie pie!

Okay, so I'm kinda obsessed with this braid along the head, then a braid on
the side.  You too?  I KNOW, right?!

In other news (or, you know, "news") I'm sick again which has me feeling lame and ornery (Natalie Holbrook has reminded me of my love for this word) and oh so bleargh, and...I mean, what gives, universe?  I was sick late April with a crappy cold (craptastic, if you will), then had bronchitis mid- to late-May (oy vey) and now this.  THIS.  Immune system is busting my chops big time.  Why you gotta be so lame, immune system? Huh?  Whyyyyy?

Immune system is smirking at me and is all, "Girl, please.  I'll kick yo' ass!  ...again, some more!"

Or, rather, the cold is saying that to the immune system and me.

See?

This cold has me all bamboozled and stuff.  D'oh!

(I really should've quit while I was ahead, eh?)

Uninspired and whatnot

So, apparently, I'm forgetting I even have a blog now.

Ack!

As always, life has been busy times infinity.  I don't like this, you see, BECAUSE DUH, and also?  It makes me forget about possessions of bloggy things!  So forgetful, in fact, that I'm saying the same thing twice.  Huh.  Go figure.

This weekend is a long weekend in Australia:  Queen's Birthday on Monday.  (Although, of course, it's not her actual birthday then, just her fake public holiday birthday.) 

God save the Queen, indeed. 

(I swear I make this same lame "joke" every year, I'm so predictable.)

I'll be back on Sunday or Monday with a not-so-crappy proper post.  In the meantime, you can check out...some of my recent posts?  Or something?  Nyeh.  (Hahahah, I'm really selling myself here, huh?)

Yogi's photo(s) of the day #7

Why, yes, I'm including not one but two today!

(Paris!  Notre Dame!)  The perspective of this one makes it seem as if one is at the mercy of the gargoyles.  (I love gargoyles.)

Duckies!  Yogi took this shot in 2007 and...there's something so serene and sweet about it to me.  And I love how the ducks are almost in silhouette.

A blast from the (recent) past...

I was gonna be all funny (not funny "ha ha") and instead of blast have "bl(oggy)ast", as in "bloggy blast" but: EW, what the hell is that?!  I mean, my gosh, the clunkiness...!  (Even clunkiness is giving me the hairy eyeball and being all, "Shiz be clunky, yo."  So hideously clunky and, more importantly, unfunny.  Thankfully I spared you...huh, 'cept for the part where I totally told you right now about this godawful "plan" and...well.  Here we are.

::eyes dart::

::crickets chirping::

Ahem.

SO!

I'm working a 12-hour day today, kill me now (jiminy jillikers, Radioactive Man!) (what's worse, I volunteered) (...eh, decided to take one for the team since I can't work weekends) so don't really have time to post a proper blog post (wow, no kidding; way to state the obvious, self)...but I wanted to post something, you see, in keeping with my once-a-week posting schedule.  (Hey, once a week is all I can manage, cut me some slack!)  (Bwah!)

(Could I BE more hilarious?  ::eyeroll::)

So I thought, "But of course, I know what I can do!  I'm gonna link back to an old post"  -- waaaaiiiiit, hear me out! -- "from April last year that many people would not have seen, on account of the fact I had no official followers and only, like, five people reading my blog.  The perfect crime..."

Is this being lazy and lame? 

Why, yes.  Yes, it is.

Do I feel guilty?

Hells to the NO!

::evil Mr Burns laughter::

So then, what's the post I'm linking to?  It's pictures of the apartment Yogi and I have been living in for well over a year now, and LOOK!  Look how prettily we decorated it!  ...er, if I do say so myself.  Jesting aside, we're pretty proud of it only because we've never decorated anything before, so we thought we sucked.  (By the way, we rent the apartment we live in, in case you didn't know; we plan to buy a house when magical elves and leprechauns shower us with riches of gold, cash and other treasures we win the lottery we've finished saving up for a deposit.) 

This post is included on the right toolbar-y side under "So You're Going to Read my Little Blog That Could: Dear newcomers, behold some of my fave posts" ...BUT!  Please be forewarned that the first chunk of the post deals with my being a backup singer at a concert and...ugh, let's just say it's skippable.  Please, in the name of all that is good and holy, skip it.  Skip-skip-skiiiiiiip!  Just skip to the three big asterisks that separate that from the latter apartment bit.  (Also, see how rusty I was that I posted about two signifcant events IN THE ONE POST?  What the Dickens was I thinking, y'all?  Ugh.

So! 

If you're one of the many people who haven't seen our digs, please, humour me and indulge me in the comments once you've clicked on the huge link, and tell me what you think.

And hey, by all means, if you think it's meh, meh away!

Hee!

Those little letters

Dear Eurovision,

Your kitschy self is on this weekend and this...gives me the happies.  Oodles of happies. I've been watching you since I was, oh I don't know, three- or four-years-old?  Back in Karlovac?  Yuuuuup.  In fact, I was living in Yugoslavia when Eurovision was held there (in Zagreb) in 1990.  I look forward to being horrified at what will surely be many tacky performances, horrid songs and garish costumes.  (How could you NOT love that shiz?!)


Yo, wanker!  Dear person at work,

Repeatedly putting eight[!] question marks at the end of sentences in emails -- giving a sense of panicked urgency where there is none -- will only make me wanna throttle you, you odious wanker.  Cut it out! Grrrrr.


Dear brain,

I was listening to the NewRadicals' "You Get What You Give" and what came to mind? (Besides, "Oh, delicious 1999" ...?)  I thought of the season 2 episode of Dawson's Creek where it played over the closing scene of Dawson holding his jacket over Joey as they leave school and walk in the rain. You know the episode where "eeeviiiiiil" Abby does her class project à la a whodunnit, the whodunnit being which of the three couples -- Pacey and Andie, Dawson and Jen, Joey and Jack -- had sex.  The things I remember and the songs I remember from scenes.  What gives, brain? (Then again, why am I surprised?  I used to watch and tape Dawson's Creek eppies, then watch again what I'd taped. Oy.)  P.S.  Pacey and Joey foreverrrrr!  Bwahahah.

Musical nostalgia

Oh man, this song...this reggae fusion mashup whatchamacallit...I'm in 1999 all over again.

(And I wasn't even that crazy about this song in 1999 but for some reason I...really like it now.  Huh.  Go figure.  Randomly remembered it yesterday, don't think I've heard it since '99.)

Bob Marley vs Funkstar De Luxe - Sun Is Shining from Lifted House on Vimeo.

I was 14 in '99 and music was my drug, something that had me trippin' on a daily basis.

I've got this "thing" where, if you give me a song from the mid- to late-90s, I can fire off what year it came out or was a hit.  Don't know what it is.  I'm a bit of a freak like that.  (Then again, I've been a music geek since I was a kid, and knowing stuff about songs was always something I loved...loved reading about prolific musicians and bands from the 40s onwards and stashing the info away in the nooks of my brain. I found it comforting somehow, knowing all that musical shiz; don't know why.)

Other 1999 songs that immediately take me back (and are my fave from that year, to boot):

Steal my sunshine LEN
Baby one more time BRITNEY
Smooth SANTANA feat. ROB THOMAS
Doo wop (That thing) LAURYN HILL
Last kiss PEARL JAM
Genie in a bottle CHRISTINA 

Kiss me SIXPENCE NONE THE RICHER 

No scrubs TLC
I want it that way BACKSTREET BOYS
Lullaby SHAWN MULLINS
Have you ever BRANDY
I want you back NSYNC
You get what you give NEW RADICALS 

Scar tissue RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS 

This kiss FAITH HILL
Beautiful stranger MADONNA
I knew I loved you SAVAGE GARDEN
Sometimes BRITNEY
The animal song SAVAGE GARDEN
If ya gettin' down FIVE
Pretty fly for a white guy THE OFFSPRING

Sigh.

You guys, I don't know what it is about 1999 and its songs that give me such warm fuzzies.  You know?  Why not '98 or '97 or 2000?  And sure, there are songs from all three years that give me that nostalgia rush, but none so much as 1999 and its hits...maybe 'cause there are so many from 1999 that I love(d)?  Or maybe it's because fourteen is the age that's inside me, even now at 28?  Maybe I'm still fourteen deep down; maybe she's still in there in my core?  Still squealing about Pacey Witter, still wanting abs like Britney, still dreaming about becoming a pop star or actress, still wanting to be Joey Potter (season 1 or 3), still so quietly hopeful...?

What's your fave year of music, if you have one?  Do you love or loathe the above songs from 1999?

(Why do these questions sound so lame?)

And because I'm an unabashed Britney fan (if loving Britney is wrong, then I don't wanna be right), here's an awesome grid of Britney in her prime.  You're welcome.


(CLICK TO ENLARGE)

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, [this cold don't] want to be defeated...

Here's what I posted on my Face profile Sunday evening.

Drumroll, please.  (Snerk.)

Legs akimbo on the couch under a blanket nursing a dumb ol' cold + watching an encore of American Idol earlier today (maaaan but those four girls can SING, I have voice crushes...!) + reading Frankl's "Man's Search For Meaning" (which: ouch, my heart) + stealing a glance at the city and river views from the couch (that shiz seldom gets old, no duh) + watching a double offering of "The Hills" on TV which, inane as it is (read: in(s)ane), is perfect mindless drivel (♪ ♫♫ ♪ "...release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin!" ♪ ♫♫ ♪) = a lazy Sunday spent in PJs while trying to beat a gnarly cold, and you know how sometimes your nose makes like a shabby faucet that just drips annoyingly, drip-drip-drips, and OMG ENOUGH WITH THE DRIPPAGE you think, and then you remember, gnarly cold or not, you've pretty much had a chronic runny nose since you were a kid and THAT, my friends, is "neato" and kinda crazy. Muhahah. I'm sorry for this stream-of-consciousness post, I just couldn't resist. Hee!

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(ALSO! The new Daft Punk song Get Lucky (feat. Pharrell) is my JAAAM! The song is made of awesome and such a deliciously groovy tune.) (Same goes for Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke feat. Pharrell.) (Could Pharrell's voice BE more honeyed? Yow!)

Y'all, I'm still sick.

STILL!!

This is now day 3 of freakin' bed rest, of being confined to my (sure-is-pretty) couch, and maaaaan am I tired of it, but what grates the most, no doubt, is he horrid, violent cough, the chesty pain, the nose stuffage...I'm just dead sexy right now, is what I'm sayin'. You should see me with my matted down knotty hair in a half-hearted bun, my tired eyes, my mouth agape.

Muhahah.

So, I've missed two days of work, and last night, in an act of utter desperation, I made four litres of chicken soup (hold the chicken) and, lo, choirs warbled and heavenly sun rays shone down on me the soup was that good.  No lie.  My throat spontaneously separated itself from my body, got down on its knees and thanked me profusely in a display of thespian brilliance, then tackled me with a hug so fierce I had to wrest myself away from it and slap it soap-opera-style, and then Señor El Throato promptly returned whence it came and PHEW.

(Why isn't hyperbole one of the listed side-effects of cold & flu medicine?)

(Oh wait: I've run out of that and have only taken a few aspirin.  Huh.)

Anyway, I'm a little miserable, a little cabin feverish, and although not working is, well, great, I'd rather work and be healthy, not coughing and sniffling and watching so much daytime TV (can't concentrate on reading at the moment, waaahhh).

Hell, I even tweeted about it:

(Yes, I have Twitter now!  As of February, in fact!)

And, I mean, sure: pardon me while I whip out the world's tiniest violin and play the saddest itty-bitty tune on it BECAUSE BOO FREAKIN' HOO, I have a cold and have been home sick, what a terrible first world problem.

I know.  I KNOW.

But.

Still!

You know?

See, I knew you'd understand my grumbleage.
Colds suck hardcore.
Suck!
Hardcore!

Shall I include more tweets from yesterday?

Eh, why the Dickens not!

Yeesh.  (Nuts.)