papa- i got the black lung!
sooo,
yes, yes, i have gotten my computer now, and no, i haven't actually done anything worthwhile with it yet (other than attempt to look up all the places i've ever lived on Google Earth, that is), but i've had enough of the nagging, and what better time to update my blog than while i'm home sick and have naught to temper my boredom but a shiny new laptop... and my guitar... and knitting... and pillowcase project... and cupcake icing... and books - well, i guess you're just lucky that the laptop was the first port of call for HMS Boredom today.
so i have a cold - which is probably not being helped by the Haigh's chocolates i'm currently scoffing (but they're sooo gooood!) - and colds are never fun - well, except when you're doing slime science shows for kiddies, and then you can do snot demos (or is that just me?) (its all about the joy on the children's faces!) - but they (colds, that is... thought i might've lost you there with the somewhat excessive bracketing and hyphen.. a....tion..[?]) do always make me smile when i remember one of my favourite comedians likening her cold to having a "harmonica made of phlegm" stuck in her throat. how vivid! now whenever i have a "chesty cough", i imagine that i produce two-tone musical wheezing, confusing passers-by into looking around, wondering where the inept buskers are hidden.
but perhaps i should be writing of pleasant things? lets see: i've just been to melbourne (yeah, THANKS FOR THE MUCOUS, MELBOURNE) to see friends, eat cake and be merry (thanks 'thini, karen, ned and sammy for your hospitality!).
also went to a Lindt Chocolate Buffet last weekend - oh my! it was... magical...:)
although i did myself proud with 2 solid hours of eating gourmet cakes, i am disappointed -nay, horrified!- to say i could not also fit in the lindt hot beverages or chocolate cocktails -I, who have prided myself on my discernment! -I, who have valued myself on my abilities! -How humiliating is this discovery! Till this moment, i never knew myself. (thankyou, Miss Austen)
my household also threw a toga frat party a couple o' weeks ago... i realise this time lapse means that boat has well and truly sailed on me blogging 'bout that (plus my housemates have done the event much more justice on their blogs - check 'em out - got photos, too! [that would be at http://thebowlofcherries.blogspot.com/2006/06/togatogatoaga.html and http://chunkyd200.blogspot.com/2006/06/nihili-est-in-vita-priore-ego.html]), but i've got to say how peeved i was to be the last man standing at ~2am, the housemates and co-hosts having buggered off to bed, leaving me to deal with the last lingering guests, being a bunch of strange french people.
and i don't mean strange as in weird, i mean strange as in strangers.
i remember stumbling around, blowing out the gazillion tea light candles scattered round the place, and extinguishing the braziers (not brassieres), thinking: this isn't fair... i'm drunk! i shouldn't have to think about fire safety issues right now!
(by the way: don't try and put out braziers by pouring beer on them; it produces a really stinky steam... i nearly choked)
and i had to do all this in such a way as to subtly send a message to the french people that said: everyone's gone to bed. go away now.
and put up with "ah, everyone has gone to sleep? i want to sleep with you! haha, just joking! ...you don't even know my name! [accusingly... as if I was in the wrong] ...can we have a photo together?"
good times... good times...
but methinks it is nap time now, so au revoir!
