Tuesday, March 31, 2009
No. There just was no time for a Vaccum to be felt because immediately the time slot was filled with Season One of 'Pure Blood' or 'True Blood' or Whatever it is. It sounds like a show about the Ku Klux Klan. But it's not. It's about the quest for Vampires to be accepted as a normal part of the community with voting & property rights, just like the rest of us.
It must be called 'True Blood' because of the TB initials on the amazing Experimental Plum Pie that Moniker made in honour of it's first Screening.
So, every sunday evening is now filled with a big sumptuous dinner made by my Pals who don't have Cable TV followed by 'TB'. (BTW, Moniker did realise the rather unfortunate associations behind the initials)
We watched Episode 2. I had to cover my eyes for about a third of it as there was blood all over the joint & lots of sex. I'm such a Delicate Creature.
But all my guests were transfixed.
I'm fond of Venn Diagrams. I always marvel at their Elegance & Simplicity, something that I'm always shooting for in My Own Life.
So, if I was constructing a Venn Diagram to explain Vampires, there would be three circles all laid on top of each other. The bottom circle would be labelled 'Vampire'; the next circle,'Sex' & the last circle, 'Violence'.
It's a heady mixture. And it's one that I don't really Get.
I have never had the desire to have sex with a Vampire. Maybe this goes back to my adolescence. When I was about sixteen or seventeen ,I was continually given Love Bites by Hungry Boys. It was a nightmare because I just couldn't cover them up & My Mother would see them & Go Into a Rant. I never worried about the Nuns at School noticing them because they'd never been with a Living Human Being because they were 'Brides of Christ'. So they wouldn't know what a Love Bite was.
Anyway, they were Half-Wits. In preparation for our Senior Formal, Sister Naomi told us all that if we allowed our Partner to kiss us, even if it was a Goodnight Kiss, the boy would throw us aside 'Like a Sucked Orange'.
What a piece of advice. No wonder I've been so Fabulously Successful with Men throughout my life.
So, I don't find Vampires sexy. In fact, I don't find any Made-Up Creatures as Appropriate Objects of Desire. Except of course Mr. Darcy.
But all my guests, including my step-son Tyler loved it. And that's enough for me. Next week I'm just going to focus on the Muscular Frame of the Australian actor who plays this really really dumb sex-crazed brother of the main character who can read people's thoughts. Thankfully, he's not a Vampire.
I just had to show off one of my new earrings that Sandrabollocks sent me. Of course you can hardly see them which is an excuse for another photo later.
Monday, March 30, 2009
I have always wanted to be a Trendsetter.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I thought it was Enough to just post this Wonderful Painting of a Woman with Hair Horns. I also liked the title I made up to go with it. But apparently it's Not Enough. It's Never Enough.
I just love the Concept of Horns. I would not like to grow any myself. But I do like the idea of turning your hair into them.
Why horns, you may ask? I'm not sure. Maybe they signify gutsiness. You know, like Don't Mess with Me.
Doris Day in 'The Pyjama Game,' Katherine Hepburn in 'The African Queen', Queen Latifah in 'Chicago' & perhaps Dear Doris again in 'Calamity Jane'. These were suggestions made to me by my colleagues when I asked them about Gutsy Women. Someone suggested Scarlett O'Hara. And I suppose she is pretty gutsy. In fact, probably the Gutsiest of them All. But I couldn't bear to put her on my list because I just Loathe 'Gone with the Wind'. It's just so overblown.
If you've got any suggestions, I'd love to hear them.
Monday, March 23, 2009
I almost hate to admit it, but my Grandmother, Eleanor Mildred Elley, known as Lena, was born in 1891. Which doesn't mean to say that I was born in 1930. Absolutely Not. Carefully examine the above photo taken today, admittedly on the 'Soft Skin' setting. I'm sure you'd agree that it reveals a middleaged but Not Quite Elderly Woman.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I am now going to Slightly Overshare.
You may recall that I gave my birthday a Sub-Title, 'New Beginnings'.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I blame the 'Soft Skin' setting on my camera. It works a treat!
Anyway, apart from parading my sluttiness, I'm showing off some Birthday Goodies that I got from MBF Marge in California. She sent me & my daughter a rather large box filled with presents which I'm now slowly working my way through. I'm thrilled.
Click on the photo to enlarge it, if you will. Go on, you won't regret it. Then you'll be able to see the three little houndstooth rosettes that Marge sent me from probably, 'Anthropologie', our favourite Mall Experience. I'm loving them!
Also of v. slight interest, are wooden zebra earrings & a matching bangle that I recently thrifted from 'Bednobs & Broomsticks'. Usually I don't care for Matching Jewellry, but with the zebras I made an exception.
If butterflies are a symbol of transformation & new beginnings, I wonder what the zebra symbolises?
Crossing Roads Safely, perhaps?
And then was The Cake. Monica, who is a Restaurant Quality cook, made it for me. It was a chocolatemudblackforest extravaganza. It had to be the best cake I've ever eaten. In fact, it was so good that I had another slice today at lunch which is totally breaking my v. strict dietary rules. All my colleagues were gobsmacked, as I'm well known as the Gandhi of the Staffroom.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
You know, I'm always a little unsure about bragging. Should I or Shouldn't I? Will people be Impressed or Groan?
It's friday night & there's a saxophonist eight floors below me belting out Abba's 'Dancing Queen' with a v. loud backing track helping him. Unlike most of the other buskers that are around my area, he sounds like a Professional.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
The Regular Reader (if I may be so bold as to presume that I have any) may or may not know that I teach English to girls aged between 12-18. The Casual Reader definitely won't know. What both these Readers have in common is a Complete Lack of Caring about this fact.
And then there's The Lady of Shalott. I decided to give my lovely little girls a Nasty Surprise by inflicting pages & pages of rhyming Lord Tennyson on them. No one could understand a word of it including me. We ended up drawing the whole thing with towers & moats & lilies & passersby & Knights & mirrors & looms.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Saturday was the annual Gay & Lesbian Mardi Gras. It seems that people from all the outlying suburbs of Sydney & people from all over the World flock here every March to join in the festivities.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Once we got home, I got a shock. No one told me she would cry & not stop. And no one told me that a three week old baby would Absolutely Not Love going to the Paddington Markets on a saturday.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Well, I've completed my Skirt-Wearing Challenge initiated by Jane from workthatwardrobe. I would love to report that everyone around me was absolutely gobsmacked that I wore the same skirt three days in a row, but of course no one noticed a thing.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I Never Realised That Wearing the Same Skirt on Consecutive Days Could Be a Personal Growth Experience
You may or may not notice that I am wearing the same polka dot pleated thrifted skirt in both pictures. And on two consecutive days.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
I was thrilled & honoured when Tim asked me to be a subject. Of course I was worried sick that my middleaged skin would look all wrinkly under such close scrutiny. I shouldn't have worried. Far worse were my Rogue Eyebrows & the Disturbing Alien Ears I've got in the third photo.
I dropped in to the gallery on saturday & became involved in a lively conversation with an excited lady who found the whole process v. fascinating. She was earnestly looking at everyone's portraits & deciding which side was vulnerable or hard or artistic or playful or whatever. She told me the Alien Ear side of me was the Disciplinarian & the other side was the Artistic Dreamer.