katiefoolery: (Default)
Well, I did mention it in my first vlog: I like shiny things.

And I have a new shiny thing.

New Computer

(Can you see my webcam sitting on the box beside the computer? Doesn't it look like it's staring right at you? I swear, the thing watches me...)

This lovely, shiny thing is replacing my old desktop, which was dodgy from the word go. On the up side, it had the entire Office 2003 suite on it. On the down side, I'm not sure it was entirely legal...

And now, on a completely random note, I would like to know why I look at the keyboard, note where the delete key is... and then press the home key instead. IT IS ANNOYING.

It feels weird to be without a desktop computer. I've always had a desktop computer. It's not as though this one's all that portable, though - it's a desktop replacement computer, after all. I'm not going to be carting it with me to work or anything.

No, that's what my netbook's for. :D

And in other news, I have already recorded my vlog A DAY IN ADVANCE. I'm worried. The last minute is when I do things, not a day in advance. I may have doomed us all to... doom.
katiefoolery: (The open road awaits)
First, some correspondence.

Dear Gillette,

Contrary to your claims, five blades are not, in fact, better than three.  Please to be giving me back the significant amounts of money I parted with in order to uncover this lie.
(Might as well start with the classy one, right?)

Dear LJ Voice Post,

You fail!  No, you fail.  Don't come at me with your reasonable arguments about actually entering my phone number in the correct international fashion or saving more than just one Voice Post number to my phone.  You.  Fail.

It's just lucky you're ceasing to fail now.
(Completely LJ's fault.  Really.)

Dear CountryLink,

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIILLLLLLL.  So much fail it's impossible to encompass its magnitude with a mere word.  First, you make me wait almost forty minutes for a delayed train in forty degree heat.  (Forty degrees Celsius, people.  One hundred and four degrees Fahrenheit.)  In forty degree heat, I say, on a little platform with only a tiny bit of shade to help keep cool.  IT DID NOT HELP.  And then, not content with this, you arrived in the city NINETY-FIVE minutes later than you were meant to.  NINETY-FIVE.  Seriously.
(*is still shaking fist over this*)

And now for the picspam... )

Just a few choice pictures from my recent two trips to Beechworth.  And with any luck, I should also be embedding my latest fivedotnerds video right about here:

Huzzah!

Space

Jan. 14th, 2009 02:29 pm
katiefoolery: (Girl writing in cap)
Please let me introduce you all to my new workspace, viz:

My Workspace


Yes, it is a) outside, b) sharing space with a spade and broom, and c) awesome. And that lovely little EeePC there answers the question of whether I switched my laptop for a netbook quite nicely. I haven't regretted that for a minute - it's even been inadvertently useful for my vlogging, due to its possessing a (completely rubbish) webcam. My intention was to buy an Acer Aspire One... but the ten inch screen of the EeePC kept calling to me, telling me how... big it was.

Well, ten inches is big when compared with eight point nine...

What innuendo?

I like being outside. I like having my own space. I like being able to sit there in that incredibly ugly yet unbelievably comfortable chair and think.

Oh, and write, maybe.

And I definitely like the bit where I receive an excellent wireless signal from my router. That's important.

I feel as though I can write out there - as though I have enough space to be creative. It's a different story inside, where I'm sharing space with noise and televisions and people. Which I don't really mind, per se, but that environment doesn't seem to be very conducive to creativity. Sometimes, I wish I were able to write anywhere, but it turns out I can be incredibly picky about my surroundings.

So, before I go off to work on my next vlog, I'm going to ask you all a question: Can you write anywhere? Do you have a place where your writing just seems to flow effortlessly? Conversely, are there places where you just can't write, no matter how hard you try?

Yes, one question in three parts.

brb, vlogging

:D
katiefoolery: (Grimmy has no words)
So, I had a plan and it went like this:
  • get on board train on Thursday morning

  • connect to my mobile broadband

  • finish off LJ entry and post it

  • optional – read email

  • vital – download copy of my writer’s latest chapter for beta-ing


It was a good plan with solid fundamentals and I approved highly of it.

Unfortunately, it actually went like this:
  • get on board train on Thursday morning (Yes! Off to a good start!)

  • fail to connect to my mobile broadband (Less good...)

  • try connecting with modem in each of my three usb ports (Starting to become damned annoying...)

  • fail to connect (...)

  • end up being told that there’s no SIM or USIM in my modem, which is news to the USIM inside my modem (*begin swearing now*)

  • fume over inability to finish off LJ entry and post it

  • luckily discover that I downloaded my writer’s latest chapter already

  • contemplate throwing mobile broadband modem to the floor and crushing it mercilessly


GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Yes. Yes, I think that sums it up nicely.

GAH.

There were also plans to spend time with the boy and the Sonia (who live next door to the parents for now), but it turns out they were in Melbourne for the exact same days I was in Beechworth.

I’m told it was a complete coincidence.

Really.

And then there was the set of coloured lights, which I helped the Da put up along the back verandah... only to be told they actually belonged on one of the trees out the front.

So we re-located it to one of the trees out the front... only to find out that it actually belongs on the roofline around the side of the house. I, however, am not convinced. I think it looks fine on that tree. I think the other set of lights will look every bit as fine on the roofline. I think, in short, there is no damn point in un-doing all of the work of putting the stupid lights on the stupid tree just so we can put them on the stupid roofline instead.

Christmas lights: they look pretty, it’s just in everyone’s interests to have nothing to do with putting them up.

In closing, please accept this photo I took on Wednesday afternoon. It records an historic event: petrol under one dollar a litre. Truly a moment in history... )
katiefoolery: (My iPod my lifeline)
I have been half-inspired by the [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey's WITL. Well, completely inspired, really, but that inspiration comes to a screeching halt when it encounters the wall of effort. Wait, I mean Wall of Effort. It requires capitals, definitely. So: completely inspired in a half-assed sort of way.

It's hard work remembering to take photos. Seriously. And there was a completely awesome opportunity to take a photo of a mostly-disassembled traffic light this morning, which I passed up due mostly to running head-first into the Wall of Effort.

Despite this, I did manage to come up with half a half a dozen photos.

:D

Which is... yeah, it's half-assed.

Anyway, right now I am obsessed with this:

Obsession... )
ILOVEITILOVEITILOVEIT.

It's quite an unholy love, really. But seriously - I can get the internet on it. I left a comment on the [livejournal.com profile] bathmat's latest post WITH MY IPOD!

Of course, it's entirely possible I may be getting just the tiniest bit too excited about this... But. But. But. It's gorgeous and shiny and I have it mostly due to the boy's habit of buying the latest iPod and then selling it a few months later. And he was splendid enough to sell it to me this time around. And now I can check out the latest lolcats and fail blogs and download addictive games and generally waste hours and hours of time from the comfort of my own couch!

Also, I believe it can play music. Haven't actually tested that theory yet.

Pickle, of course... )
My cat. Again. Because she's cute and that's exactly how she's curled up right next to me now. Uh, except she now has her face hidden behind her back leg.

Right here, right now )
And this is what it looks like right now in front of me. Mostly, I'm a fan of the completely random map of Australia that appeared on the TV right at the moment of taking the photo. Oh yes, you can tell I live in Australia because I have a map of it on my TV. It's so subtle...

So that's my day in a couple of photos.

And now I have to post this and then attempt to stop my cat from climbing onto my keyboard...
katiefoolery: (My country)
It's raining.

It's hailing.

I have the central heating on.

And may I just remind everyone that, here in the antipodes, we are currently expecting Summer to be happening out there.  Well, late Spring.  But still.  Where is my sun?  Where is my heat?  Why did I buy all those cute dresses to wear to work if it's going to HAIL??

Ah, so many questions that cannot be answered.

Other questions that cannot really be answered: Where have I been since the third of August?  Well... it can be answered, but it would most likely be full of angst verging on emo, possibly descending into very, very dodgy poetry and ending with a bonus rant about the complete dearth of orange juice and crumpets in the house.  And that all adds up to something completely unsatisfying, so let's skip it and go straight to some random photos instead. )

And in other news, I would like to assure [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey that her identical twin is alive and well and working somewhere at Forest Hill Chase.

Ah, there goes the hail again...
katiefoolery: (Renji wasn't paying attention there)
So, a subtle comment was just thrown my way, relating to June, the sixteenth day therein and how my most "recent" LJ post happened to fall thereon.  Why yes, that was almost a month ago.  I've been doing things.

Well, sort of.

Mostly I've been on holidays.  That's hard work, that is.

I also went to visit the parents and the boy and the Sonia, during which visit I overcame my laziness enough to take some photos during the course of an hour-long walk.  You may now all gaze upon them in lieu of a post containing actual substance.

Firstly, in case anyone has ever wondered what Beechworth actually looks like, here's a fairly indicative image for you: )
katiefoolery: (Coconut modem)
And the promised pictures arrive!  We won't mention the fact that I had intended for them to arrive on Friday, for it is irrelevant.  Never mind my half-serious resolution to keep updating at least every Friday.

Not relevant, I say.

Anyway, without any further pointless rambling on my part, I would like to introduce you all to my new house.  Previous, standard, boring-type photos as taken by the agents can be found here.  I, however, am going the route of the slightly arty photograph.  In doing so, I run the risk of actually presenting the world with slightly pretentious and stupid photographs instead, but I'm hoping for the best.

Let's start outside, shall we? )

So there you have it: my new place of residence which I currently adore.

Half-full

Mar. 6th, 2008 08:00 am
katiefoolery: (Renji + Heh)
What, I’m alive?  I have the whole heart-beating, air-breathing, walking and talking thing going on, so I guess I must conclude that I am.  Huzzah!  Ah, for the old days when I posted in LJ at the drop of a hat.  Because all of that hat-dropping was incredibly rivetting of course.  You have so many variables: the style of hat, the technique of the drop, the height, the person doing the dropping...

Fun times.

And speaking of fun times...

Actually, I have no idea where I’m going with that.  My life of late can really be summed up in a series of good and bad scenarios.  For instance:

Bad: I had to get some fillings yesterday.  My first ever.  This was going to cost money and be an incrediby boring experience (people fear the dentist for many reasons - mine is the fear of the boredom that comes from just lying there, watching the ceiling while weird stuff goes on in my mouth).

Good: I have a good dentist.  Even though he has wonky teeth - I’m not entirely sure that’s a great advertisement for his profession (although they are very shiny and white (but not too white - I can’t stand too-white teeth (quick, let’s end these brackets before it becomes impossible to find our way out of them...))).  Never having experienced a filling before, I was a tiny bit apprehensive of the whole sticking-a-needle-in-my-gums thing, but it went a lot better than expected.
Dentist: OK, I’m just putting this paste on so the needle won’t hurt as much.
Me: WTF, ‘as much’?
Needle: *goes in*
Me: *barely notices; wonders if he’s going to start making with the needle soon*
One side of my mouth: *starts to feel weird and puffy*
Realisation: *sinks in*
So now I have fillings, although I still need more.  Huzzah!  Ah well - better to have fillings than cavities, I suppose.

Next scenario:

Bad: Am insanely busy at work.  Insanely.  I currently work in a 0.7 position, but I’m being lumped with a full-time workload.

Good:  I feel productive.  Better than that, I feel more confident in myself and my abilities to do things.

Thus endeth the short and incredibly boring section of this post...

Final scenario:

Bad: Our idiot landlords decided to sell the house and to kick us out by the ninth of April.  Well, first they wanted to raise the rent by twenty-five dollars a week, to which we said “Hell, no” and started vaguely looking for somewhere new to live.  Then we got the sixty day notice to vacate, which just added a extra thick layer of stress to the whole situation.  And if that weren’t bad enough, people kept telling us how difficult it would be to find somewhere in such a short space of time and certain other elements told us we’d have even more trouble due to our inability to keep the garden looking perfect.  Hello, panic.

Good:  We ended up applying for two places: one we really liked and one that was practical.  And we were offered both of them.  So take that, depressing nay-sayers!  And just because I feel like dragging this out, please have this free guided tour of our new place. )
katiefoolery: (LJ addict)
Well, that was an unsettling couple of hours - for most of yesterday, I didn’t have a paid LJ account.  And for a while, I was quite blasé about it.  Who needs one? I asked myself, although asking yourself rhetorical questions is always fraught with existential concerns.  Am I asking myself a question or not?  And should I ignore myself or what?  I ended up answering the question when I was introduced to the unfortunate reality of six icons.  Which, admittedly, is double what I used to have waaaaay back at the start of my LJing days... but considerably fewer than the 113 that were available to me for 2007.

So I caved in.  Also, I might want to run a random poll or make an ill-advised voice post at some stage in the future, who knows? (Oooh, let’s not forget the fact I can’t make email posts unless I have a paid account... That’s important.)

I would also like the following things to be known:
  • In complete disregard of the Hippocratic oath, [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey is going around killing people.  First Edmund Hilary, now Soeharto... who knows who’ll be in her sights next.

  • If I’d been able to get to a bank last week, I could have been one of the lucky ones with a copy of The Stone Key in my hands.  I’m still not sure how to feel about this book; expectations are low, so it might manage to impress me.

  • My holidays will be over as of 6:30am tomorrow morning.  I’m dragging them out for as long as possible, although I will most likely be sleeping for the greater portion of the time that remains.  I can’t help but feel that this is a great waste of time.  On the other hand, I can’t help but feel that sleeping will definitely aid with wakefulness at work.

  • I am frustrated at myself for not devoting myself whole-heartedly to searching for a new job over the holidays.  Hopefully, the irritation of work will change that attitude.

  • [livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog and [livejournal.com profile] emerald85 are making me extremely envious of their adventures in Greece.  But I love their updates and the millions of photos they keep providing, so I shall forgive them with all of my heart.  It’s just wonderful to see them living out a dream.


I would like to finish off this post of randomness with a picture of randomness.  Thus: )
katiefoolery: (Huzzah!)
First, before I get to the true point of this post, I would like to glare meaningfully at Vista.

*does so*

I do not like its overwhelming need to cache fail. Yes, you did decide to take away my wireless internet access for five minutes (for no good reason, I'd like to add). Yes, I was logged into msn at the time. But hey, the internet came back, so you can stop living in the past and LET ME LOG BACK IN.

Now that this unpleasantness is behind us, let's move on.

As promised, I abandoned the world of the internet for Canberra from the twenty-ninth of December until the fourth of January. 'Twas splendid. I met [livejournal.com profile] rigel_7 and [livejournal.com profile] emerald85 at Melbourne airport at an insanely early hour of the morning. After very little sleep, I might add. The bad thing about constantly staying up 'til one and two am is that it can be difficult to feel sleepy at midnight... even when you know you should really get more than five hours' sleep before going away.

And we were away on a jet plane to Canberra, where we were met by Dr. [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey and got to play tetris with our luggage and her car boot again. Splendid fun! We headed off to ambush [livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog at her work and then meet [livejournal.com profile] the_kaytinator and [livejournal.com profile] bathmat for pancakes at Pancake Parlour. To which restaurant we are apparently not to return, according to the good [livejournal.com profile] bathmat. And rightly so, too, considering they simultaneously put up their prices and reduced their serving sizes.

But huzzah, for the LorFers were together again for the first time in a year! Much fun was had, along with many card games and so much cheating. So very much. You'd think [livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog would learn, but no. We could deal her as many cards as we liked for uno and she would never count them.

Flit: *fanning out cards* How many cards are we meant to have?
Me: *looking completely innocent, despite having dealt at least eleven cards to the Flitness* How many do you have?
Rigel: *attempting to stifle laughter*

Later...

Flit: *fans out eleven cards again, completely oblivious*

We quickly learnt never to leave the room whilst cards were being dealt, lest you end up with all of your good cards mysterioulsy kidnapped, leaving you with a hand full of rubbish.

Here, have some photographic proof that I was in Canberra:
LorFers in Canberra

That would be me in the bright pink, for some reason. I'm well and truly over my pink phase... and yet I'm still wearing the cursed colour. Only the one time, I swear!

(There's a [livejournal.com profile] rigel_7 in black next to me and in the front are [livejournal.com profile] emerald85, [livejournal.com profile] the_kaytinator, [livejournal.com profile] bathmat and [livejournal.com profile] flippfrog.)

ETA: Further proof! This one comes with a bonus parliament house in the background, just to prove it really was Canberra.



Many of us boarded the failboat in Canberra. Barely ten minutes would go by without a chorus of "FAILBOAT!" being directed at an unfortunate one of us. Often accompanied by singing. Actually, a great deal of things are accompanied by singing when we're together.

The main reason we were there was for the new years eve party, of course, since [livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog and [livejournal.com profile] emerald85 are insisting on leaving us in the belief that Europe will be more interesting than hanging around here. Poor, deluded ones. And the good [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey is off to be a doctor in the middle of nowhere on top of that... so we had to say goodbye to them. It was a splendid party, accompanied by sneezing dogs and lots of beetles.

Random scene:
All: Waaah, it's only ten o' clock!
All LorFers except the good doctor: *dance like loons*
Em: *squishes a beetle while in bare feet*
All: *continue to dance like loons... whilst keeping a look-out for beetles*
Five minutes: *pass*
Time: *is now half past eleven*
Me: Well that went too quickly.

And the seven days went just as quickly. It seemed like we'd only just arrived and all of a sudden we were packing up and [livejournal.com profile] rigel_7 was kneeling bodily on her suitcase to squish it shut again. Fun was had by all, many museums and interesting places were visited and far too much time was spent crawling in and out of [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey's adorable little car. You couldn't ask for more, really.

photoPod

Nov. 6th, 2007 07:41 pm
katiefoolery: (My iPod my lifeline)
Sometimes, work comes with that most delightful concept known as “perks”.  Not always, of course.  Previously, my perks involved a great long list of nothing much at all.  Now they involve being able to take home the resident Panasonic Lumix DMC FZ30 in the name of, uh, learning how to use it so I can instruct staff and students on said use in the future.

*grins like a loon*

It was practically work.

Really it was.

Oh, how arduous and time-consuming it was, working on my long weekend by playing around with... um, I mean, concentrating workfully on this camera with its generous amount of pixels, spectacular zoom and manual focus.  If there’s one thing I’ve dreamed of since owning my first digital camera, it’s manual focus.  And it was lovely to have it, even just for a weekend.

Since my attention was recently alerted to the fact that I have no music-related icons whatsoever, I decided to make that the subject of my photo shoot.  The resulting icon is up there near the title, but here are some left-over shots.  (Oh yes, that would be my lovely new iPod video, that I bought mere weeks before the new ones were released.  I don’t care, though; I still love it dearly.)


(All pics are links to larger images.)
iPod B&W

I like so many things about this shot: the slight graininess, the shadows, the softness of it.  (Never mind the bit where the two pieces of paper join together.)  Bonus points go to the person who used the camera before me and who left it set on black and white.  Thanks so much for that, idiot.  Because when you’re photographing a black iPod on a white background, you don’t really notice that the colour’s been turned off...



iPod Colour

This one I like for the swirling reflections.  Those headphones may be the best headphones ever, it's hard to tell.  I like my music sharp and defined and I like my public transport sounds muted out, and they provide both of those functions.



Pickle is unimpressed

Pickle was incredibly unimpressed by the fact that I was paying more attention to the little black thing than to her.  She was actually asleep on the chair in the lounge room five minutes prior to this photo, as you can tell by her ruffled fur.  I guess some sort of “Egads!  Someone’s ignoring me!  Me!  A cat!” sense must have kicked in, causing her to wake up and demand appropriate attention.



A Flower

And this would be a flower.  I ventured outside after the iPod shoot to have some fun with manual focus and ended up having extra bonus fun with the white balance.  It’s still way too dark in this pic, but it’s better than the auto setting.


I love this camera.  Does anyone think work would mind if I just... kept it safely at home for the next five years or so?
katiefoolery: (Busy now)
Did you ever have one of those days when words just won’t behave?  I’ve been trying to write this cursed post for the last half hour or so and it’s been rapidly driving me insane.  All I have to do is provide captions for three photos.  It’s not too much to ask.  But, oh no, the words would much rather hide just out of reach or run away giggling when they see me coming.

Perhaps they’re irritated by the fact that they’re out-numbered by the photos, because I do not intend to write three thousand words to balance out the thousand words allegedy contained by each of the photos.

Anyway, while they’re behaving, let’s continue.

The first photo is in honour of Buffy, my parents’ cat.  She came to live with us when I was about fourteen - a tiny little kitten with a ridiculously long tail.  She subsequently grew into a bloody great huge cat with a disproportionately short tail and spent her life sleeping in the sun, demanding food every ten minutes or so and chasing mice and rabbits if she happened to feel like a little exercise.  Then she moved to Beechy with the parents and embraced the concept of retirement with alarming alacrity.  She also found time to dedicate herself equally to the concepts of Not Doing Anything and Putting On A Bit Too Much Weight.  And a few weeks ago, after a very long life filled with plenty of food, creatures to chase and a little bit of travel, she died in her sleep.

Here she is, with one of her patented dirty looks.

Buffster


Next up is my confidante, to whom I have been relating all manner of angsty and possibly silly stuff, as per the instructions of my doctor.  I can’t remember how long I’ve been in possession of him - most likely a longer time than I care to recall.  And he didn’t come with that little jumper - I knitted it, probably around the same time I accidentally broke his glasses and left him with a monocle instead.  He was shoved in a box in the garage for years and years and is most likely quite happy to be out in the sunlight again.  He’s probably less happy to be listening to me ranting on at him for ten mintues a day, but he's bearing up well thus far.

Piery


And finally: GRAMMAR RAGE!  A few weeks ago, it was SSO week.  Basically, it’s a chance for everyone to pretend they care about the contribution the non-teaching staff make to the school by calling us “lovely SSOs” in a patronising tone of voice and giving us little treats such as the one in the photo below.  Apparently, we don’t even warrant proper grammar.

YOU ARE
  (Have I mentioned lately how much I need a new job?)
katiefoolery: (Renji is enthused...)
Well, two weeks have passed, so it must be time for my update.  I really have to get around to updating more regularly.  And by “regularly” I mean “every couple of days” obviously, rather than “every fortnight”...  Because while that’s regular, it’s not exactly prolific.

Luckily, you were saved from a post of relentless angst by the following characters:

Always being watched...


They arrived on my doorstep this morning in a rather innocuous looking parcel.  Said innocuous looking parcel was filled, filled I say, with an absolutely insane amount of wrapping paper.  I was surrounded by the stuff by the time I’d finished unwrapping everything; sitting there, drowning in a sea of green paper.  And the people to blame are the wonderful [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey and [livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog.

*hugs them both*

I absolutely love the expressions on their faces.  Ichigo looks quite crazed - not the sort of look you really want to see on someone in charge of a rather large, sharp-edged object.  And Rukia looks a little disgruntled, but I imagine that’s mostly because I put her in between Urahara and Kon.  I don’t know what I was thinking there.

And as an extra bonus, you get to see the top of my amazing-but-only-cost-seven-dollars keyboard (best keyboard ever - I’m never letting it go) and half of Sideshow Bob’s sardonic face.  Also, a manicure kit... because you need one right by the computer, don't you?

So yes - I was going to be angsty today, but I decided to be grateful for the amazing friends I have instead.
katiefoolery: (Vegito feels pretty and coy)
Because Pickle is gorgeous.  Because I almost forgot I have a camera.  Because she posed in a perfect patch of sunlight.  Because of that, I bring you picspam of the cat kind.


No more photos, please
Sometimes, Pickle just has to escape from the never-ending demands of the camera...


Even prettier pictures are hiding under here! )
katiefoolery: (Waaah!)
Yesterday, I went shopping and actually enjoyed myself.

According to my past experience, this should surely mean that the world is about to end.  Quite soon in fact.

Not once did I experience the urge to mercilessly slaughter those around me.  Not once did I develop a headache simply from stepping into a store.  Not once did I lapse into speaking in sullen monotone.

It’s all a bit disturbing, really.  Mind you, it helped that I was with the Bindi (ye olde sister-in-law) at the time.  She’s a fun person to spend time with, even if she does have a tendency to encourage you to buy everything in which you express the slightest interest.  But I came out of it with a new bag (which is absolutley perfect!  I’d ramble on about it but I’d surely only end up worrying everyone about my obsession with bags...) and a lovely stripy quilt cover set.  Not to mention a European pillow which turns out to be very good for sprawling over whilst reading manga.

Of course, Pickle thinks I bought the pillow for her to sleep upon and promptly set about doing so once I’d finished my reading.

And since the good [livejournal.com profile] linnet_101 happened to mention the other day that I haven’t posted any pictures of Pickle lately, this seems the perfect time to do so.

Here she is, modelling her new “bed” whilst my new stripy quilt cover provides a lovely background.

Pickle's new bed

’Tis the last day of my holidays today, too.  I’m not sure how they managed to fly by so quickly.
katiefoolery: (Oops...)
So, uh, I was in Beechworth for the last couple of days.  My apologies to those people who didn’t know and who tried various non-government approved voodoo methods in order to summon me to msn.  I didn’t know I was going until the day before and I had to leave at seven in the morning.  Seven!  I had to get up at six.  Six!  Although that was mostly so I’d have time to check my email (not that I’m addicted to the internet or anything).

However, it seems the whole world is conpsiring to make me feel younger than I am at the moment.  Take this conversation that occurred whilst booking my train tickets, for instance.

Me: Hi!  I’d like to book a return ticket to Wangaratta
Booking Guy: OK.  Do you have a student concession?
Me: No.  (Curses!)
Booking Guy: Are you under fifteen?
Me: O.o

I’ve long suspected (based on listening to my own voice mail message once) that I sound like a hyperactive twelve year old on the phone.  Now I have more proof to add to that suspicion.

And yesterday, as I was waiting for my train, my parents encountered someone they knew from Beechy.

The Da: Yes, we’re just seeing our daughter off.
Me: Uh, hi.
Guy from Beechy: Going back to Melbourne, then?
Me: Yep.
Guy from Beechy: Back to school?
Me: O.o
Pause.
Me: Well, I work in a school...

And then my mum takes great delight in shouting out, “Are you kidding?  She’s almost thirty!”

The bit that got me was he didn't even suggest “uni”, just “school”.  I always thought I at least looked my age, even if I didn’t sound it.  Still, I’m not complaining.

And now for the obligatory photos.  (Click on a photo for a larger version.)

I call this one “Magpie After Having Consumed a Bug”, mostly due to the fact that I just missed getting a photo of it sitting there with bug legs sticking out of its beak.

Magpie


The next pic looks rather rubbish shrunk down like this.

*glares at it*

I do love the evening light, especially the way it strikes this quite spectacular gum tree on the border of my parents’ property.  If only my camera could accurately capture the quality of the light as my eyes see it.

Gum Tree


And here is a lovely crescent moon.  It also looks better in the larger version.

Moon


And finally, a picture of McNaught Comet as taken by my Da.

McNaught Comet

And finally, a plea.  My friends page is so long at the moment it makes me dizzy to look at it.  What did I miss while I was away?  Anything exciting or sad or scary?  Please let me know and point me in the right direction so I can comment on it.
katiefoolery: (LorF life)
Make sure you take sunscreen to Anglesea, they said.

Bindi even gave me her blue goop of sunscreen treatment, just in case I was fried to a crisp.

I took a beach towel, Summery clothes, a hat.  For the love of lamentation, I took a hat!

Of course, it rained and was overcast and miserable and the only use I had for my beach towel was to wrap my bath towel in it on the way home.  I might add that the sun came out in a lovely blue sky for our trip home.  Just splendid.

Luckily, I didn’t mind the miserable weather too much as I was too busy having a fantastic time with six other LorFers in a beach house in Anglesea.  Our time in Canberra earlier this year already proved that we could spend a lot of time in close proximity with each other without restorting to any sort of violence and it was lovely to have this proven again.  And if we only lived in the same state, things would be a lot easier.  As it was, I enjoyed four days of card-playing, fangirling, prankmonkeying and plotting with (in alphabetical order), [livejournal.com profile] bathmat, [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey, [livejournal.com profile] emerald85, [livejournal.com profile] flippyfrog, [livejournal.com profile] linnet_101 and [livejournal.com profile] the_kaytinator.  They’re all nuts.  In a good way.

I’m convinced the bed I was sleeping in sloped to one side.  You couldn’t tell just from looking at it, but it certainly felt it when I was lying in it, trying to sleep while desperately hoping for some half-decent weather the next day.

At one stage, I was shot in the head with a party-popper gun.  It was a very confusing experience.  One minute, I was sitting there with everyone else, watching Pride and Prejudice; the next, I was suddenly showered in sparkly stuff with a strange pain on my forehead and ringing in my ears.  Once I’d worked out what had happened, I found it hilarious and spent a lot of rather enjoyable minutes teasing the perpetrator, [livejournal.com profile] crazedturkey about it.  And as [livejournal.com profile] the_kaytinator said, it was quite difficult, because everyone wanted to laugh but they didn’t know if I’d actually been hurt or not.

On the second-last day, I suggested a trip to Erksine Falls which I almost thought was doomed from the outset.  It wasn’t raining... until we got out onto the Great Ocean Road.  We were able to spend an enjoyable ten minutes or so, laughing at the stationary line of traffic headed in the opposite direction.  Of course, we realised we’d be in the same predicament upon our return, so we figured we’d better laugh and mock while we still could.

The rain got heavier.

Then there was some mist thrown in for good measure.

And when we reached the turn-off for Erskine Falls, it had been blocked - or so it appeared.  We eventually worked out that the people directing traffic for the Falls Festival down the road had put markers in a really stupid place, leaving us to believe we weren’t able to visit the falls.  But we were and I have the photographs to prove it!

The stairs to the look-out )

Erskine Falls )

The River )

And, at no extra cost, Cliffs at Airey’s Inlet )

All in all, it was a splendid trip and even though we missed new year’s by fifteen minutes (due to a slow clock), we didn’t mind at all.  Now we just need to wait for another six months until we can meet up again.
katiefoolery: (Vegito feels pretty and coy)
I swore at Jane last night.  Well, not out loud, because people were asleep and would have been more than a little disgruntled if I’d suddenly yelled out, “F@#% you, Jane!” to an othewise silent house.

I’m not usually that rude to her... mostly because she pays no attention.  But it was two o’ clock in the morning and I was slightly interested in getting some sleep and I did not appreciate being kept up because my daft, furniture-obsessed muse had decided that we had a really good story idea that I had to go and start writing right this minute.

It’s the way she takes me by surprise that annoys me the most.  My muse attacks by stealth.  There I was, desperately trying to get to sleep whilst simultaneously musing over what I have come to call “The Black Fiddle Issue”.  Which doesn’t sound all that impressive, really.  In essence, I am in deep hatred with Black Fiddle at the moment and I have no idea what to do with this first draft of mine.  Setting fire to it is my favourite option at the moment.  I guess I’ll have to wait until a day when we don’t have a total fire ban, but it’ll be worth it.

So there I was, thinking to myself that the only thing I really like about the entire draft is the concept of the Black Fiddle itself.  And that’s where Jane stepped in and grew extremely hyper about the idea of writing the story of the Black Fiddle’s origins and wouldn’t this be great and you could work that in too.  And oh! oh! oh! what about this?

It was around about then that I swore at her in my mind and tried to go to sleep on her.

Which I managed about an hour or so later.

Cursed muses.

But enough about Jane.  I really came here today to share some photos I took of the smoke on Wednesday evening.  For the last couple of weeks, bushfires have been raging in the north-east of the state and every now and then, the smoke drifts across the city and suburbs.  It was incredibly thick on Wednesday - you couldn’t escape the smell of smoke even if you were inside.  And this is what it looked like where I live.  (All of the pictures link to larger images.)

This is taken from our front porch, looking at the houses directly beside and behind us.  The whiteness is not cloud - it’s all smoke.
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This is what we could see if we looked towards the city.  Not a lot, really.
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And this is an intersection about fifty metres from our house.  You can barely see what the cars are driving into.
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Luckily, the skies are clear today and it rained last night, so I’m hoping the news on the fires is looking a little more positive.
katiefoolery: (My country)
I wish my camera phone took better pictures.  Actually, what I really wish is that I hadn't forgotten to take my camera with me to Beechworth, but I'm over that.  I've moved onto the camera-phone-hate.

Nevertheless, it was all I had and I used it when necessary although I now have cause to curse its complete inability to focus on anything, anything at all and its general crapitude.

With this bitter disclaimer out of the way, I hereby present for your viewing pleasure, the following images...

Oh, this cat has a hard life.  How tedious, to be forced to spend all day napping in the sun and occasionally being woken up in order to be fed.  No wonder she always looks so damn smug.  Notice the sun.  There was a lot of that.  I approved.

Canola is a big crop in the north east.  It grows heartily even in the midst of the severe lack of rain and it looks incredibly impressive.  Fields of yellow, stretching out to the horizon...

Well, this is a cute little house.  It seemed to require me to take a photo of it, so I did.  Who am I to argue with cute little houses?

Grammar rage!  Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghghghghghgh!  I saw the same ad on TV, too, with the same lack of spelling.  Are things really this bad?  Are people now unaware that the plural of any word ending in "y" should be "ies"?

See, I told you it's a hard life for Buffy.  She really knows how to look relaxed, does that cat.


And that was my trip to Beechworth.

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