Sunday, 29 February 2004

Unconscious Mutterings
Linkety

  1. Hollywood: sucks
  2. Censor: ship
  3. Nascar: sucks
  4. Lube: boob
  5. Mortgage: plan
  6. Freedom: fighter
  7. Champion: of the world
  8. Reality TV: sucks
  9. New York: New York
  10. Tease: tickle


~ posted by Anna @ 9:24 PM
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Monday, 23 February 2004

Mmmmmm.....

Experimental drinkety: red wine and cranberry-blueberry juice.
Mmmmmm, red wine spritzer. *drools*


~ posted by Anna @ 9:04 PM
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Unconscious Mutterings
Linkety

  1. Angel: wings
  2. Birth: defect
  3. Logic: problem
  4. Stars: have all gone out
  5. Nursery: rhymes
  6. View: point
  7. Hart: ???
  8. Creation: goddess
  9. End: game
  10. Fortune: legacy


~ posted by Anna @ 3:44 PM
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Saturday, 21 February 2004

Monstrously Maudlin...
...So what else is new?

Terrible attack of pain and weakness last night. Sneaked up on me as sleep-discomfort - tossing and turning - and when I got up it pounced upon me and shook me in its teeth. Must see a doctor. Sister suggests alternative treatments which I will certainly bear in mind once I know what IS the matter with me. I like being a woman except for this. It should not be such an imposition.

I must dye my hair red tomorrow, or I believe I shall go mad. Red like Mona Mayfair, though I could never have her intelligence or grace. Lestat is enthralling me once again with his mongrel mixture of modernity and ancience. Fervency of faith and then irreverent humour. Is this different from before? I don't know but it's wonderful to revisit.

Sometimes I think I'm already mad... when I cannot locate mysterious little noises which irritate to a fever pitch; I gradually begin to wonder if they're inside my own head. But other times I know with grave sadness that I'm too sane for my own good, and wonder with pathetic mundane clarity how I should remedy this. Uh.

I won't talk about other things which are making me miserable. I know they're not true yet I feel them keenly so they are true. Suspicions and doubts of myself and those close to me. Perhaps it's merely cabin fever but I can't shake it.

"Just as Amphitrite can moderate the winds and the sea, we can learn to calm the waves of our inner storms." HA!! o_O Bah!-humbuggety.


~ posted by Anna @ 9:40 PM
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Friday, 20 February 2004

the friday five
linkety

1. ...went to the doctor?

Been so long I cannot remember.

2. ...went to the dentist?

Sydney, three years ago.

3. ...filled your gas tank?

Don't have one.

4. ...got enough sleep?

Goddamnit. I feel like I haven't in weeks.

5. ...backed up your computer?

Before we moved house, before Xmas.


~ posted by Anna @ 8:31 PM
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Yay.
Received a fat parcel of new clothing in the mail this morning. Mmm, comfy stripey t-shirt, silvery-muddy-colour corduroy jeans goodness. Acrylic-but-nice, luvly jubly port-coloured free scarf. Will have more garments to enjoy once a size and a colour have been amended and re-sent.

Drank much good mulled wine last night and enjoyed the ambience of baked potatoes. Fell into bed and curled up with headphones on to listen to the first disc of Harry Potter & The Chamber Of Secrets. Hurrah. Only, fell asleep before the disc ended. :}

Oh, but arrival of crampy badness not good. :/


~ posted by Anna @ 11:35 AM
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Tuesday, 17 February 2004

Nice cards.
The animals query of "male/female" brought only confusion, but that hardly surprises me.

"mind/body/spirit" brought representations of what I took to be "unfolding(birth)/afire(living)/nurturing(carrying)". Very pleasant, positive feelings.

"this moment" brought from the goddesses the Eagle Woman. I never really identified with her but perhaps it's time for me to, and I was happy to get her card.


All the world is all I am
the black of the blackest ocean
and that tear in your hand
All the world is danglin' for me
darling, you don't know the power you have
with that tear in your hand


~ posted by Anna @ 12:56 AM
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the friday five
F5

1. Are you superstitious?

Nope.

2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?

Nothing comes to mind.

3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?

I don't know, I suppose mirrors are weird enough that breaking them could cause mayhem. I don't believe this, however. I just hate mirrors.

4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?

Absolutely nope. I believe in wilful, not random, fortune.

5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?

Yeah, if it's done thoroughly it has surprisingly accurate results, which tells me that there's much truth in the study of stars. I love the idea of celestial bodies influencing us lowly earth creatures.


~ posted by Anna @ 12:10 AM
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Monday, 16 February 2004

Unconscious Mutterings
U.M.

  1. Dragon: lady
  2. Molecule: mind
  3. Tire: out
  4. Mighty: mouse
  5. Octane: petrol
  6. Troll: under the bridge
  7. Atmosphere: enhancement
  8. Guide: girls
  9. Leash: unleash
  10. Dustmite: make you sneeze


~ posted by Anna @ 11:41 PM
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Weathering the weather.
'Tis as stormy as it's been since 1965, I think that's what they said, and there's talk of it being a 'fifty to one hundred year event'. I happened to stay up until the wee hours this morning reading, and so for once I did hear the rain pouring and splattering steadily down and slapping at the windows... though I think it would have been strong enough even for me to have heard it through my sleep if I had been asnooze. This morning there are many many floods and roads being closed, bridges and trees being washed away and people being told to stay home, and also evacuations. Yesterday Mum and Dad were down in Lower Hutt while Nana & Pa's garage door was partially stripped of its planks by severe gusts of wind, one of which momentarily knocked our power off. Talks over lunch of our need for some first aid training, as well as emergency supplies and equipment. I hope we get no more power cuts here. They've just gone down there again to make sure all's well with the folks. I'm sitting in my room not only wrapped in a jersey but with my pashmina around my shoulders and a steaming cup of Dilmah tea beside me. Sam got tired of fighting Jinny (or rather being attacked by Jinny) over the heater we've put in the lounge, and he's now in my bed. Roux departed same bed when his brother arrived and has taken the tasks of alternately being attacked for the heater and sitting around looking cold and mopey. Poor wee critters, this is not the weather that favours 'em.

One more mile to go before I sleep - a last photo gallery to polish in Earthenwords. Oh, but then I was going to add recipes to the goodies page. Okay, two miles. Here goes.


~ posted by Anna @ 1:45 PM
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Sunday, 15 February 2004

Uh.
Feeling very blah today. Rain and cold.

Went to the Gypsy Fair, the day of yester, to see the fair gypsies. Mostly kiwis from all walks of life, with some impressive caravans/housebuses, and a curious range of wares... of which I partook; for which I parted with some pocket money. Nice things.

Ahhhh, A sorta Fairytale...

And I'm so sad
like a good book
I can't put this day back
A sorta fairytale with you
A sorta fairytale with you


Mmm, the music behind these words speaks volumes.


~ posted by Anna @ 3:05 PM
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Saturday, 14 February 2004

Bad Dream
I dreamed of being in a bad house, where outside there was an angry ghost trying to get in. He smashed a window and grabbed at Mum. I called down the hall for help but nobody was willing. Eventually the ghost gained entrance to the house, and by this time my friends were all gone. Just me, ghostie, and some bad human who wanted ghostie to harm me, and wanted to watch. Then ghost man began to try and convince me to trade places with him, i.e. me become a ghost and he become a mortal, for some evil greedy impulse of his own. I couldn't seem to resist his wishes much though I wanted to, so after much wailing and gnashing of teeth I did the necessary act of bloodletting and sliced open my left arm with the tip of a broken bottle. And pretty much all-of-a-sudden, I was a ghost! The bad people let me leave the bad house, having gotten what they wanted. I walked out (through?) the front door, and into the freshly fallen snow in bare feet, not feeling a thing. A cat squalled and hissed at me as I approached her. This all sucked pretty badly, but then I discovered that none of the people at home believed that I was a ghost, even Mum, though she had seen nasty ghostie man. Granted, my case was weakened somewhat by the fact that I soon began to regain my corporeality. Perhaps the power of friends' disbelief actualy helped me. And anyway, strangers now noticed me and said I'd never looked better... heh...

I did dream of other things, but most of them flee from memory. I think I got lost in an airport, but that's nothing new. And I was in a museum, nice place. La la la... Ehhh. Well, the ghostie dream was the only dream in a long while from which I woke up part-way through, rather scared, and then fell back to sleep only to have the same dream continue. Dagnabbit. But hey, at least I noticed at least one interesting dream. That doesn't happen often enough.


~ posted by Anna @ 8:47 AM
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Wednesday, 11 February 2004

Drunkie thoughts.
Uhhhhh. I had so many thoughts a moment ago, but now they're eluding me.

I think my wine tolerance has once again dropped to a reasonable level. Either that, or I'm just having a good evening... but I hope it's the former. o_O One of my eyes is blurry, not the other. Huh, much like the way I cry at movies... good moving things mean my right eye weeps, and especially fantabulously moving things make the left eye go as well. Like the bag dancing in the wind; and the tired unloved suburban mother, the goddess misused. Oh oh...

Oh oh! the sweetest Roux has called out to me in his sweet voice to be let in my closed door. "Mrrow rrowwl!!" Oh, ah, and now the sweet Sammy has arrived and the damp-happy Roux has runn off inn a huff. Thar's nowt as jealous as cats.

Dreams last night of monstrous moving masonry, giant eagle and turtle, floods and drowning and supplication, deserts and tribes and hiding and fighting. Hmmmm, want to watch Star Wars but cannot.

Must get a glass of cold water now.

Eye'm dripping all over from shower, and the cats is contrarily enjoying the rain outside too.

Blinkety blinkety.


~ posted by Anna @ 9:51 PM
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Monday, 9 February 2004

Unconscious Mutterings
Linkety.

  1. Identity: crisis
  2. Reveal: true self
  3. Live: up to it
  4. Attitude: adjustment
  5. Night: vision
  6. Nevada: desert
  7. Weekend: away
  8. Write: letter
  9. Friend: for life
  10. Seventeen: again


~ posted by Anna @ 5:50 PM
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Saturday, 7 February 2004

Well hey, guess I'm a goddess too.


You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."


Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
earth.
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.

Which mythological form are you?
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~ posted by Anna @ 6:41 PM
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AAAOOAAAAAOOOOAAAAAAAAA!!!!

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Tarzan!


What movie Do you Belong in?
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~ posted by Anna @ 6:31 PM
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Dum di-dee-dum, de dum, de dum!
the friday five

1. What's the most daring thing you've ever done?

Rock climbing. Hated it. But the abseiling was good.

2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of?

Er... would getting tattooed count as daring? Dad wouldn't approve.

3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle)

Mebbe about 5. I have many daring ambitions, but, sadly, rarely act on them.

4. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky?

Can't think of nothin'.

5. ... and what's the worst?

I just haven't done enough yet! I suppose the worst would be the humiliation of clinging irrationally to a faux-rock wall, unable to unclench a hand and move, in either direction.

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Oh, I must tell you... today in the supermarket I spotted an item for which I'd certainly never have forseen a need... Amidst the rows of nasty chemical hairdyes there was a pack sporting a picture of an Eastern dude (y'know, the type whom one could easily visualise wearing a turban), and the label "Beard, Mustache & Sideburns". Heeheehee!! Can you imagine a blondie beardy-weirdy? (Sorry, I just love that phrase.) And wouldn't the regrowth look innnteresting? Though it seemed to be all black dye. "For those who aren't satisfied with merely 'black' facial fuzz - yes! - you can now make it BLACK(!)." ^_^ Oh, the little things, they do make me giggle.


~ posted by Anna @ 5:47 PM
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Thursday, 5 February 2004

The Potato Queen is a failure.
I've always been the best at starchy white foods... this time, I misjudged the spuds' cookedness, and some would not mash. Ugh. How could I make such a mistake? o_O

Though the rest of my day was great. *sigh*


~ posted by Anna @ 7:07 PM
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Have new sneakers; will travel.
Reeeeboks! For the first time in my life I've bought a name-brand shoe, but in this I believe it's a case of getting what you pay for. I am feeling virtuous through my new exercising, and would like my feet to smile about walking the hills. La la la...


~ posted by Anna @ 5:05 PM
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Wednesday, 4 February 2004

Well, that's...
...Much more betterer. Back up. How did I do a thing like that? I don't even know when it happened. Guh!


~ posted by Anna @ 10:22 PM
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OH... MY... FRELLING... GOD.
Somehow, without even noticing, I have deleted the whole goddamn blog directory of my website. Uh. Keep breathing... just have to re-upload things. o_O I must tread more carefully when FTPing.


~ posted by Anna @ 10:16 PM
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Monday, 2 February 2004

Poem of the Day
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.

*smiles*


~ posted by Anna @ 11:26 PM
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Heeheehee!!
Look... there's a wild Ford Anglia loose in Kaitoke forest!

Ahaha, sorry, I just couldn't help myself. In case you're wondering - yes, I've been busy in PhotoShop... here's the original photo. ^_^


~ posted by Anna @ 12:56 PM
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Yesterday...
...I went for two - count them - two walks, despite the rain, and I did some sit-ups. Polly's encouragement has helped me get over my aversion to exercise, and I suppose mirrors, though generally hateful, can be useful: I've just got tired of seeing my reflection in the mirror each day and hating it, which has spurred me into action. (We'd never had a mirror in that particular place before, where we see more of ourselves, from the side. Ugh.)

...Our neighbour came to the door with an open tin of jellymeat, offering it to us because we have cats and "they didn't want it". Ahem. "They", our pusses, have been moseying over into the neighbours house, where they're occasionally offered food, and given names by the little kids. 'Macey' and 'Rodney', or some such thing. o_O The neighbour father didn't seem to like our cats coming into his yard... perhaps they have charm enough to overcome reluctant people. They're brats and we shall have to tease them with their new names. Heh heh.

...It rained. And rained. And rained. And rained. And rained. And rained. And it is raining still! Finally I have been able to collect a bowl of rainwater in which to soak my crystals. Goodee. They've been neglected for so long.


~ posted by Anna @ 9:51 AM
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Sunday, 1 February 2004

Unconscious Mutterings
I've just been out for a walk in the rain... *huffs and puffs* Now I guess it's time for some mental exercise(?). :P U. M.

  1. Ignore: warnings
  2. Death: girl
  3. Missy: Jinny
  4. Ballet: dancer
  5. Guest: star
  6. Campus: orientation
  7. Lonely: hearts
  8. Company: party
  9. Helicopter: training
  10. Sterile: dressing


~ posted by Anna @ 9:22 PM
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La-la-la-layout
The second new CSS layout in about four days, and uncontestably the better one. (Sorry, having a pride-attack. :P)

Woohooooo!

Blog is good not only as a journal thingy, but as a web design experimentation area.


~ posted by Anna @ 12:50 PM
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Walked we did this morning, despite the drizzle. Us good pixies.

Now using commenting feature from HaloScan. Seems to let the page load better than BackBlog did. A pity to lose the old comments, but there weren't that many anyway.


~ posted by Anna @ 9:06 AM
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