B-Day party :D

Last night, towards the end of the day, I walked down the hill and the southern wind started blowing. The day was super hot, it was like a melting pot, but I think the summer did it's best to last JUST as long as my festivities... and on the walk down, the leaves started raining down and chasing me. I took my shoes off and had no music in my ears. It was perfect. :) Also, for the first time in about a decade, I could have gone to the Medieval Fair and rather chose to stay with my friends... The feeling's kind of empowering. :)

 No need to say there was plenty to eat, but there was a bit of a bother with cakes. I made this super dooper delicious looking, light fruity cream cake because it's what everyone tells me they would like. And then I always make a Sacher for the General and I had time to make a coffee cake for me. First one to run out was the coffee cake (that mum tells me nobody ever eats. Yeah, right.) And then, for as long as I could protect the Sacher, mum eventually cut it because one of the fucking kids insisted he wants that one - only to eat one piece and then leave it - something that if I had any say in it would be a good asskick instead. But naturally after the spell/chocolate crust was broken, the cake was torn appart. The only cake left was the pretty cream one. And some of the creamy 'swans'...

 

 

 Doggie. General took this shot. Eyelevel :)

 Mum.

 Dad.

Now this is a face of a happy man. Otherwise on a diet, dad had the rights - given by me, the birthday girl - to indulge :D

 "Pascal, play wet. Plascal? Play wet! Now! ... Good dog." :D

Sis even got the old pool working enough for some basic cooling down, much needed.

Here, if you look close, you can see: doggie one, drowsy with joy. Doggie two, tired with devouring. Doggie three, oh, so happy. :D Roles rotate.

 The samurai chef :D

Sara

I have spent the day with some posh creative peeps... I suppose they were all very famous, but I am so alien to the world of music I wouldn't know Elvis if he asked me for a light. But I noticed two things. First it was, when one of them asked me, where in media can I be found, I said in truth I am mostly hiding from the media. In fact I am mostly gathering the rage to launch myself out of the comfortable existance into the mince machine of the public life... That was first. The second was that I am still way too much in awe of anyone remotely Important looking. I would just roll over and do anything to make them approve of me, or be happy by me. Like a fucking schoolchild. It would not be such a problem, if it just made me polite, it makes me also appear meek and abusable... Inga teaches me these things, making me realize much faster than I probaly would be on my own: that we are not here to do favors and make coffee friends. That comes if it comes. We are here to work. And we do not work for favors and fame above all - above all is a fair pay. Fame and favors may come when bills have been paid. We are all professionalsmandnif we were not good enough for them, we would not be here. So get over the schoolchild mode already, woman. Get over the shy, meek mode. You could have given them your cards and they could all go home and check out your blog, but noooo... All I did was keep very quiet and wish I could go home soon... LoL, I am such a fuckinxg idiot :)))))

Product of a morning dogwalk ;)

The light at 6am is perfect :D There were no mists today, gosh darn, but it was still adorably nippy and very refreshing indeed :D

Sophie, all grown up :D

Sara, believing these lense flares are energy orbs radiating from particularly interesting objects :D I like that idea, haha.!

Sanela

Drej

Špela

(Sara really does try and achieve every silly idea we propose :D)

This is the sound of the dog's inner monologue: "I love these morning walks, but for the love of GOD?! are these coffee stops afterwards bothersome!!"....

Fast five (a.k.a. Ocean's Eleven on NOS) - an' stuff

Haha, ironically, one of the songs on the OST is our Zumba song :D Imagine that :))

        Okay, so I had an urge to watch a movie so packed with testosterone, it basically oozed out of speakers, screen and other computer orifices. Won't complain. Some men were ridiculously good looking for my tastes at this point in life. (Have a thing for bestial alpha males. It's probably a mid-thirties thing :))) The women were terrible, I cannot stand such wire-art stick insects and it makes anyone above the age of twelve look sickly and old. Maybe Scarlett Johannson spoiled us all, being gloriously full, but even watching Cowboys and Aliens yesterday made it painful to watch because of Olivia Wilde, who looked like a week old corpse for the most part. Sorry, but Jordana Brewster is just ugly. 

        The men, as aforementioned, looked good. Some, albeit a step down from the evolutionary ladder of humans, almost looked better than the cars and the cars were sizzling. I am not much for muscle vehicles, in fact couldn't tell a Honda from a Volkswagen if it were not for the little logo on the mask, but where the script lacked in intellect (those dialogues, for the love of Gods?!) it made up for in preposterous driving. I loved the train heist at the start and the whole dragging the bank vault (which is something like ...eight or nine tons?) with two Dodge Chargers - even if they holstered 6.1 liter HEMI delivering 425 horsepower at 6,000 rpm and 420 lb-ft of torque at 4,800 rpm. Forums beg MythBusters to try that - though probably not to also wreck half the town and turn 200 cars into waste iron snowballs. 

         Vin Diesel, ten years my senior and Dwayne Johnson 'The Rock' half that, have such cool on-screen presenca. Their mildly gay scenes of pissing contests 'who spends more time in the gym' are so cute. Diesel (and his stepping stool) I could watch with my eyes closed, as he isn't all that easy on them, but listening to him is a whole different matter. He has a voice that makes you want to crawl over the desk and put your ear to the speakers, trembling excitedly, and shyly. The Rock guy, though, *looks* whoaah!y. I didn't know people can look like that until I saw an early Rambo - it's really amazing someone can be that big and Johnson truly could be a guy that fetches Stallone's smokes sometimes. Even the way he spits, sweats and - well, let's face it, it turns me on - executes evil people - is an inspiration. I want someone like that in my fiction. Even if just to occasionally beat up Snufkin and then fall off a cliff. (.... into a soft river. You know you are supposed to shoot at the water surface before you crash into it? Evidently it kills you a little less.)

          Hm. And I'm  starting to have strong (positive) emotions towards Rio. It looks like such a majestic city with those bays and that mighty statue of Zohan looming over it... Also loud and beaty latin music. Must be the weather :)) I am probably just thinking if I have to suffer this heat, I might as well get something sexy in return.

 Pretty pretty cars (and Vin Diesel on his faithful stepping stool.)

 Thinny and puffy in Rio

Oh, look, a fed that reads...

 Admit it - you can taste the testosterone on this one. there is something about men with biceps bigger than brain...

 lady that looks like a shark ate her arms and an Asian dude that, traditionally, looks like a girl

Hello. :) I wouldn't mind taking a portrait like this someday..