I'll probably be getting my period and that's an explanation why I'm being so emotional, but the last two days EVERYTHING is tearing me up. And I'm not talking in a sad sense- no, really, I just read a good passage in an interview in a random newspaper and I start to cry, inspired. The sun shines through the window and casts a ray onto my cake, which has a chocolate snowflake on it, and I start to sob, overflowing happiness. When I worry, I worry catastrophically. When I plan the future, I plan it like a crazy person. I just learned a new word and it inspired me to go back to university and get a masters degree in - drumroll - DOCUMENTARISTICS. 

There is a science called documentaristics. Are you ef-ing kidding me. 

Only took me eighty-seven million ninety two coffees and half that of cakes to pick up a local newspaper and read that word for teh first time. 

Man I'm feeling alive.

Please, universe, don't kill anyone to teach me a lesson in humility. I'm plenty humble. See? No wool socks and it's minus sixteen outside. I'm plenty spartan. 

Yaoi on ice

This unexpected, entirely amazing and adorable new anime in 12 parts has cheered up fairly all anime fans globally, Yuri!!! on Ice is awesome across the board and I have nothing more to say about it. I loved everything - the fact that it's about frigging male FIGURE skating for fuck'ssakes is crazy enough - but music, characters, story, choreographies, even the end credits with the instagram posts are sooo lovely. I nearly pissed myself at episode 11, when JJ, though no-one's favourite, begins to suffer a mental breakdown and everyone is singing along to his theme to support him... That shit was 'grown woman crying like a baby' level. Not to mention the ridiculously intense LOVE factor between almost every character - the possibilities of pairings is endless. And it never once goes over the suggestions, keeping it that much more intense - not when the characters are buck nekkid, not when they run into each-other's arms, not even when they claim they got engaged. Eros and Agape for the win, bitches. 

Yuri returns owerweight and defeated to his home town...

... where his old friends are super excited to see him secretly still believing in the magic of skating ...

... even though it was always the lonelyness and pressure that kept him from performing well ...

... and feeling miles behind the true talent on ice... 

.. and then our story begins :D

Treats

Totally and utterly impressed by Rupert Everton's sexy comic I roved out in search of Truth and Love.. I've never seen a better hentai graphic story, so funny and drawn in such detail. I love the plot, the characters and I am still laughing over the whole 'cursed frog prince' arc. WARNING, though, to the rare prudes in my audience - for all its artistic value, this is haaaaardcore and there's sex fairly on every page, and not the domesticated sort either :D 

Here are some.... tame pages, of which there are few :D Gods bless!

So, imagine my dad in the Neurological ward, after he's a had either a small stroke or a weird epileptic seizure, 30 hours after he’s been hospitalised. Meaning, he hasn’t had a cigarette and was forced to be still for 30 hours. Now, when we visit, we visit in a horde. It’s said only three people per visitor, but who is counting. Mum brings the cigarettes and sis asks for permission to have one. Gets one. Now dad, like a spring, in PJs that don’t fit (and always threaten to show some interesting bits), dragging his IV, tripping over it, barely dressed in a bathroom robe and caped in a borrowed parka and vested, back to front, in my parka, making his way through the hospital while one nurse is arguing he is not allowed to leave the ward, the other that he should consider quitting, maybe, at this point, and a dozen or so of us, like crazy geese, following him, getting into lifts, then out again, through doors, manoeuvring this strangest entourage, jabbering what he should and shouldn’t be doing, while dad ignores pretty much every warning and just wants his minute of tranquillity, enjoying a drag… Can you imagine the vacuum / cone of silence that remains after we exit a floor? 

Cookies

... It's been a while, so we got something for everybody. Across the board :D Chocolate, vanilla, spicey with lingon berries... In versions of cement, charcoal, spoon needed, or just crunchy enough :D

Wanted to do this... comparison... of two beautiful cookbooks I got for Yule

... there is another one, a third book by Mladinska knjiga (at least one that I saw these past few days while browsing as a fan of beautiful books), which I will add once I get my hands on it. The first one is by K.Košir, MyDailyBread, and the second one is by Lidl store chains, titled Tomaž... Side by side comparison.

published 2014 - published 2016

The lovely B&W intro with a nice, personal photo side

The full-page dim B&W photo of the creative process...

The beautiful black base over-one-page size photo and text

The beautiful light setting of a retro serving and cute text in two fonts

The other adorable light shot-from-above servings with a touch of homey

And even more 'old times, eighties' vibe to a cushy home-made food

Minimalistic, bright shots and cute text

Cute geometric setting of bubbly round things on a darker background...

.. and so on.
Seriously, is it just me? There are times when you can hardly tell the photos apart. 

St.Stephen's hunt

Really pretty day today; a very Sunday-like Monday.. If my phone battery didn’t die in the cold, Instagram would have a lot more to say about it. We ascended high enough (Traditional St. Stephen’s hunt) for the tress to be completely covered in frost, the sky perfectly blue and when the sun rose, orange, it melted the lot into this whispering, tickling forest brown.

The best part of the hunt (unfortunately they guys did manage to finally get one boar), was when five trackers cornered another wild hog in a minute patch of young spruces on a very steep slope. They tried sending in the dogs, but we only had young hounds, one of which was already poked by a boar earlier and wasn’t going to chance the second round. Two hunters went into the patch, throwing stones and logs, shouting. I muttered into my walking cane (I always make myself a cane, because the terrain is otherwise only fir for moving on all fours - up or down): “Lesnik (The local God of forests), if you make this one work out alright, I’ll owe you one.”

Lesnik replied: “I’ll take a snog.”

I kissed my walking cane and said: There. Now solve this.

The hunter finally managed to throw a log, hitting the boar directly, and the 400 – pound beast leaped, charged – and vanished.

I fuck you not. There was no breaking of trees and branches, leaves flying, screaming, shooting. There was just half a second of forest noise, hunters shouting – and nothing. How an animal of that size is able to break out of a circle that prepared is uncanny. Supposedly it charged my way, but I saw absolutely nothing. Lyra was sitting next to me, we were at a safe distance, and she didn’t react at all.

Really, I’m telling you. Totally worth the kiss. 

New books

The General and my parents bought me new books as prezzies and the one G got me was the most beautiful book I've seen in along time - love at first right, which I wouldn't be able to afford on my own. It's called My Daily Bread and it's by a guy named Klemen Košir. He self-published it in 2013, winning the 'most beautiful Slovenian book' award in 2014 and then again the next year with his other self-published book and so on... meanwhile the major national publishing house stole his entire concept and created a magnificent (same, really) book of it's own, which is on my lits, and the food chain Lidl made theirs as well, of the identical format, so that one - this is the one parents gave me - is very beautiful as well. the main theme of all there is taking photos of food preparation from straight up directly down, and arranged with these gritty, old, worn details, old tables, old tools, old pottery and so on... 

Another gift that came into this household yesterday was a small enamel red pot with white dots on it, which i want to serve G's food in, but I'll need a nice wooden spoon for it, as you can't eat from a metal dish with a metal spoon... Instagram site offer by this guy is exactly what i'm after, but locally...