Well, since the start of this year I’ve been working very avidly (read: disciplined…-ly) on my new, travel book about places to see and stuff to do there and other serious shit regarding my pretty country:)) I try to enweave all kinds of lore among the instructions and plenty of the stuff I write about one way or another crosses swords with a historical character with a cool name. Korvin. His dad’s campaign inspired the last prince of Cilli – once a vast realm, now my home town – to be assassinated and a cute little happy story about a king under the mountain seems to be inspired by him. Not much of this would really captivate me, because if anything I’ve read about all kinds of kings aplenty, but this dude actually managed to start a very powerful library. He even seemed to have his very own Aal.

On the hormones pills again, I am so horny I find fairly much everything arousing. Watching hentai and Dirty Dancing doesn’t help. Oh, look, a hot king of old, horny. Oh, young Patrick Swayze half naked! Horny! Oh, look, my husband’s home, horny. Oh, look, dog! Horny. Look – air! Horny!!  So you can imagine what my short story – the ones I write on a side track to went - about the Hungarian warlord is like. There’s a little bit about Budapest in there, some mention of Doboš cakes and lots and lots and lots of……
    Am impressed I got into a haiku writing duel with Drej and didn’t mention sex once. Not even in a lyrical way. Off to have coffee&cake now with the homies, and I’ve also managed to shoot a photo of the General beard-less! Go me :D But now I’m … again … :s  Hopeless. 

How can you not look forward to more of this?

Oh, we LIKED the latest Sherlock (Scandal in Belgravia)

Though What the fuck is a Belgravia?

Intermezzo: the pretty pretty lights :D

 Yesterday was one of those perfect days. (Followed by an almost perfect today, except there's no snow and General has a cold :))
           In the morning - sky clear as a painting, frost making everything crunchy and paleand picturesque - Drej and our crazy bitches walked an unusually long walk, playing in the vast fields and getting ourselves tired for the afternoon nap (needed, because the night was going to be long.) She and her pack offed to a snowy land and I sent out about 40 greetings while the boys played Warcraft, slurping honeyed - everything.
            The supper was such a cool last meal of the year. We talked about amateur astronomy almost as much as me and twice as avidly, so the conversations never halted. The food was another happy event in the long line of holiday culinary overkills and another Radler went down, my third in a lifetime so far. It certainly does get me blinking, as I am so unused to alcohol even holding the tin envokes giddyness :))) General made his sublime pork slices in onion sauce with melted cheese and we made rice and pumpkins and chinese salad and suchlike... The trick was not to eat everything, as it was vital we don't pass out. A few Fererro Rocheres might have suffered for the lack of dessert.
            We drove to Ljubljana - General, Junior, and me, and oddly enough even found a parking in smack center. Considering roads to there were clear and almost all of the country's population seemed to be roaming the streets, that was lucky. The crowds felt like a massive riot. Fortunately, it was a happy crowd. Drunk, stoned, high on music (Nothing beats Jan Plestenjak live and yes I am being grosely sarcastic), tourists times ten thousands and everyone in between. We circled the pretty bridges and would wait for the gala fireworks in the main square, but by then it was already so foggy, nothing much happened by comparisson. Pity the General hates crowds - I seem to sink in them and thrive. Really - nothing regarding people makes me feel so social as a grinding flood of civilians spilling and twirling about brightly lit old town streets. I could have stayed the night, but I'm too old and lazy :)) We drove back, tired and happy, and passed out. :D

 

Two musics from last night...

I know these two look like the Winchester brothers from Supernatural, but I actually like the way they 'fight' using their cellos. From my experience lately, I've seen the cello take quite a lot of beating and oddly enough, still the music comes out. Appart from drums and mayhap the piano, I can't really think of such violent ontakes. Electric guitar usually end up broken.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjOQac1vOEc