Thursday, 10 February 2011

I put on Bach and the Beast passed out in mid-play. Amazing. Explains why she is so wall-climbing while listening to Eminem or Pink. She doesn't like Mozart, the man clearly had issues. Hmm.... I wonder, though, what would happen if I downloaded Miley Cyrus? Would she commit suicide by jumping out of a closed window and splat! on the street?

On a more romantic subject... 
          Yesterday I watched Snufkin name an annoying, timid forest creature. He said: "... Teety-Wu. It's nice and happy to start with, and then a little sadness..."
           A couple of days ago I couldn't wait to get up from sleep just to find out who this Snufkin person is. The siren call of his mystery wouldn't let me rest and now that I know, now that he's shaken my world, it makes perfect sense. We have the exact same soul. nice and happy to start with and then a little sadness...

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Blazingly pretty day :)

Doggie walk in the morn :) Goofing around :D











Culture day around here.

  I wrote a short story in almost one go yestereve. Wasn't going to, because the book has been going so great, but this story rang in my brain-cell thorough the whole train ride, while I was knitting. As if that wasn't bad enough, our window shopping in HN (Me putting my hands on every Apple product and the General in a super cushy leather sofa, watching 3D Avatar on a screen the size of our bed... Perfect fit, actually!), the flawless acoustics of the department were playing that Prince song, that just keeled my mood right under: When the doves cry. The story just HAD to be like that song! So, the ending was kind of self-demeaning. I came out a real cold bitch - I mean even more than usual - but by the time I got up again this morning, what might have been a tiny hint of redemption sort of bloomed into a perfectly perky and righteous closure. Considering briefly if I should include this tale into the first book, I've decided instead to simply begin the next one. No hurries there. I have all year to come up with the 19 others :))
            Not to mention I'm getting  a nasty ambition to make a movie out of this one. I do after all have an HD camera supreme 8)
Anyhoo, it's about a farm in the bottleneck of a national mountain resort I intend to write about, only to discover it is being sabotaged by a young  forest hermit.(Yes, it's titled I <3 Snufkin. No shocks there :p)
            I watch this odd place every time I ride the train. It's bound to have tales and I just am that kind of a detective :))

Monday, 7 February 2011

Gackt... again.

I've hit the point in 'Heart' where Foukrou features and it had of course triggered my Gackt period, again. Brief and embarrassing as they may be, ranking somewhere between my Hello Kitty underwear and my tendency to watch sappy TV medical drama, I often wish for them to pass quickly and then miss them when they're gone. Damn my weakness for tiny little Japanese freak shows. He just chose to perform Shima Uta in such a cool way...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cshXwsCk8I0
I am very fond of this song. Now all I have to find is my Mp3 player, otherwise I'll have to take my knitting onto the train...
        Besides, I like the character of Foukrou. He's just twisted enough to be interesting and interesting enough to be worthy of a pivotal role. I believe there are too many unoriginal creeps out there. World deserves good looking nutcases.


Saturday, 5 February 2011

Snufkin

Meanwhile, I am getting kind of enchanted by a character from a children's story called Snufkin. It's not just that Urahara is based on him, and the closer I look the more I realize my Gennonsuke is also, it's the whole living-as-a-free-spirit, creature-of-a-foresty-national-park sort of a thing he has going on - something I feel deeply related to. Couple of kids did a movie about him and I think it captures the beauty of its loneliness and the loneliness of its beauty very well. And this is just out of park season.

//www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBVRCfMWCf8

...Otherwise he looks something like this:


Ah, if only my Butlers mug was really made of metal and my husband didn't prefer indoor toilets...
Lack of posts lately, I know, but I'm either running errands, trying to write (it's not the cool bits that take up all the willpower, it's the really annoying dull bits in between that have to be there to highlight the cool bits, but can't be so dull as to be boring..........) and especially, cleaning up after the boys are done. NOT my favorite part of construction. Sure, some day these rooms will look bright and shiny and full of Ikea yummies and funky friendly people, but at this moment, they are waiting for me to make them look NOT like THIS:


Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Tiger, tiger...

I found another poem that I really like. Poetry is such a kicker, if it's really really good. If it's really bad, it can put you off wanting to have anything to do with it for decades...

This one is by my old good buddy, Billy Blake.
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
        
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp 
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Dreams with Vos and geeky jewelry :P

Another gloriously psycho-schematic (haha) dream starring Arnold Vosloo. I can't help it! His totally unexpected pop-up in one of the best episodes of Bones delivered my wet dreams about that man straight into my main brain cell, and besides - in the dreams the leading male always only looks and talks like him. The overall actions are always that of the General. ;)  Overall, the two are basically the same. They're just the nastiest looking, largest, smartest, most dangerous and gentlest souls I can think of. One in IRL and one in fiction :))
        The dream was about things important to me. We were at a kind of a school-trip and most of the people I know were my classmates, including my family. All my friends were there, but also my sleazy ex husband. Problem was, by the end of the day, we were having some kind of a dinner in a restaurant and I kept leaving because there was some stuff I still wanted to check in the town. But when I asked one of my friends to watch over my camera, they hid or misplaced it and when I asked them to watch over my dog, they allowed her to run after me and get lost and I found her scared and crying in some field in the middle of irrigation channels. When I tried confronting them about it, they started siding with my ex - a zone I simply cannot approach, thus demonstrating a willing, to them a cheap, gratifying betrayal. Some friends, eh? In the dreams this is always the same - the event that actually happened - it is always someone I deemed a friend, joining sides with a man that hurt me - it has happened so often in fact it is a symbol of the cheapest of broken trusts. 
        Having managed to collect my photo gear, left lying around the restaurant, and my dog and some other smaller things, I asked my dad to get everyone (my sister, her mate, dog, mum, etc...) and drive all my things home, so I can finish here what I started. I moved my scouting of the town further down, where this one main street was something like Monaco - something that's really posh in just one long street. I found myself walking alongside to Vos, who was walking to his hotel with a briefcase and an overcoat over his arm. He was very pleasant and would talk to me to cheer me up. I was shy but excited and would talk back, of course, as I always do when I'm nervous, but he found that endearing. Truth is, no matter how lady-like and graceful and sexy I try to act, if I truly like someone, I always mess up the act by being me :)))
         On the way to the hotel, we sided into a smaller, darker street and he went to a jeweler to get golden cufflinks for his suit, ones that resembled some sentimentally important ones he no longer had. We spent about an hour there, me thinking if I should steal anything and wondering how come he doesn't want to buy me anything, since we're here and he is rich and I'm a girl. Turns out, he did get me something later on - not an expensive golden and diamond pendant - which I would never wear, because they always just end up in my jewelry box - but instead a cheap street necklace that I saw once and really really liked: 


This is a caffeine molecule. It is totally something that a closeted geek would appreciate :D  He got me straight as it gets.
          Anyways, moving back to his hotel, my classmates and family were catching up, as it was getting late and it was time to go. I also knew that it was a matter of moments before I get my period and my periods lately are like someone cutting off a head of a rhino. I tried to find Vos, saying bye, but between the hotel lobby, bar, reception and his room, I kept missing him - as he was looking for me to say he had a cool evening also.. Finally we did manage to meet in his room and kind of just looked at one another, knowing that in five minutes someone will barge in - my classmates or the woman bringing the cuffs from the shop or one of his associates.... but we still laughed and said 'fuck it, let's just do this', and took off our clothes in one move, climbed the bed and started falling on it. With an ample amount of lube, which I always carry with me just for moments like these, the initial penetration is awesome and the vacuum it creates makes the rest of the sex mindboggling. It was like a super-quickie, literally no more than three minutes of fast-forward, but it was still perfect. When people finally came to remind us we have previous engagements, we put our clothes back on, laughing. 
          When a seconds later in real world the alarm sounded and the General rolled over to spoon, locking onto my boobs and kissing the back of my head and back, his smell, his warmth, his teasing, it was exactly the same mental tone as the dream. But then the alarm sounded the end of snooze wonderland too, so it was time to stop purring and hit the deck. 
           Ideal start of the day, though. Thank you, brain    :P