Running season started... I'm as limber as a forest creature... a leaf in the wind ...

... right :D

"Hump me! Hump me!" part two

As my Maja is my off day, Saturday afternoon was spent in hardcore chillaxing mode. We got fast food, which we otherwise shouldn't eat, and then I had my first coffee - not latte, not mocha - actually black coffee (okay, with whipped cream), while we sat outdoors in a cafe, basking in the early spring sun. I was hoping to pay for tickets, but as per usual, fate wouldn't have it, though G gave me enough to at least appear able. We went to see the second part of a dumb YA movie we saw a year ago, which we dubbed 'Hump me! Hump me!', because the lead girl spends most of the time staring at the lead boy with that exact expression on her face.
I had such incredibly low expectations (and really wanted to see Jai Courtney's char die), that I enjoyed the whole thing start to finish. I no longer totally hate this actress or her odd face, nor do I care whether she will die or not in the end. I watched plenty of reviews beforehand, in which they stressed how bored every actor seemed, how uninterested in being in such a brainless flick. But Miles teller is getting interesting to watch and the other guy, the lead male with the big black eyes, well. We didn't exactly suffer :D
Was a bit disappointed with the whole Eric execution scene, though (where a bucket of popcorn came in handy to console me) - it was uselessly brief, as opposed to that of the book, which is one of my favorite scenes. Not that I read the books, mind. I just read the bits about Eric. I have a thing for evil looking little shits like that :p

Pricked, burnt and smoked - or how I burnt down an acre between our vineyard and the forest.

Guess what I did! :D I burnt an acre of wild growth on the rim of our forest! :D

This morning was the first time after eons for the General to go to work and so instantly I got lonely and the house was too big. Nobody with the synched biorhythm shooed me from the toilet when I peed, nobody shooed me out of the bathroom when I brushed my teeth to shower, nobody wanted me to make hardcore coffee only for me to make him decaf… The house was quiet and vast.. :(  A week ago dad asked me to come help out a bit, though, which of course everyone forgot by now, but I decided to take him on the offer and grabbed the mutt, hiked uphill and woke everybody. Let’s do something menial!

Dad is clearing out an acre which hasn’t been touched in over twenty years or even more I think. It is slow going and everything is thorny – the bushes, the trees and the vines. Vines would put Sleeping Beauty’s castle problems to shame. At some point I had to crawl over them to get to a plastic bucket and it looked for a moment that I was going to get stuck. Not much of me was left unscratched, save for my butt, thanks to my iron-clad wool grannies. (Kidding.)

At some point, after I burnt a few small fires to deal with rotten logs and trash, dad asked if I would burn the entire acre free of the vines and bushes. It wasn’t too windy, just enough for me to make a plan: I am fairly versed in burning things, even if everyone who every burnt the city to the ground could claim the same thing. But I did well, I was consta controlling the slow burn, starting in the upper corner, so it spread gradually downwards, towards the forest. In the end the acre was covered in soot and blackened trees (it burnt too quickly to really do any damage to the trees. Dad will take those down for logs for firewood.)

And that is how I got pricked, burnt (I stood close a couple of times and so now my face and hands are a bit pink and hot :D ) and smoked. Have taken a shower since and I still smell of smoke.

Shot three little videos for a dance company today. Best part was working on the tracks. I haven't been on the tracks since the Shards shoot and THAT was some intense train worship right there. But luckily, no iron engines steamrolled over us this time :D

General's line of the week

Me: "I don't want people to judge me by my appearance. I want people to appretiate me for my personality and intelligence."
G: "Oh, is that how you call them? (Grabs one boob.) 'Personality'? (Grabs the other.) 'Intelligence'?"

"Please turn on the light, I feel down if it seems like the darkness of the entire room is weighting down on my shoulder..."

I like my butter soft and my sex hard. Though, despite some french trend from a bad 80's movie, not at the same time.

RIP, Terry ... :/

..... aaaand he cawked it. He was one of my first loves and I owe him a LOT of my sense of humor. But he was ill for a while now and I cannot think of an illness worse than forgetting all the amazing things you've learned. RIP, man, and I will never forget you.