I have a lot of respect for mother nature's creepy crawlies. It's okay. They're slimy, or chitinous, or wear their skeleton on the outside, or bleed yellowish green mucus, and most of all of them are so foreign to what we consider acceptable they're simply brilliant in structure or design. In fact, I love those strange things you find under rocks, ( Read more... )

Mini post to tell you all the good news that HAY I GOT A JOB - at an internet arena no less - temping in the shopping mall information desk. Great place, first day today, just hopping online on my lunch break to update briefly. Still have no internet at home, baaaw, at least I can start coming online at work every once in a while ( Read more... )

This has been one hell of a week ( Read more... )

I don't care what anybody says, mind.in.a.box's song Change totally makes me wibbly-lipped, despite digitalized voices. Also, shit gaise, Dawn of Ashes. Been around for ever, but I only just heard some and it really takes me back to the old trance-days. But it's like Dimmu Borgir accidentally ran a rave, know what I'm saying? I like it. That said, ( Read more... )

A couple of minutes away from going to bed. I keep thinking I should really, really, really revive Hopkins!Wolf (fairytale-wolf) from way back when, but I don't know where he would fit.. Does anyone have a suggestion as to where ( Read more... )

Perhaps I should just stick to plants. At least they don't have large, mournful eyes to look at you with. I'm so sorry, Colin.

I would like you to meet my new children, all three of them. Sir Colin Bartholomew Montgomery Rothchild (the first), the Duke of Buckingham, and Doctor Frank. The latter is still so young he's still partially see-through. Sir Colin and the Duke has been pooping ever since they got here four hours ago, but they did have a great time looking for - ( Read more... )

I was supposed to see Chigrima and Silvestris this weekend, as they were coming up to see Pan's Labyrinth, which isn't aired anywhere else than at one cinema, right here. Unfortunately this didn't happen. My grandmother - maternal, and the only grandparent I have left - had a stroke, and I spent pretty much all Saturday afternoon at the hospital, ( Read more... )

You know, sometimes I doubt I have any depth-perception at all. Or short term memory for that matter. Nigel dropped something on the kitchen floor - one of the few items that keep him occupied and quiet for almost an hour - so my immediate urge as a mother spoiling her baby is to bend right down and pick it up. I am stand right in front of the ( Read more... )