so yeah. i've been busy. doing what you have been mostly: trying to find the perfect christmas cards.

christmas is basically the best. and i'm trying to sum that up in one card.

there have been a number of finalists. generally involving cats.

but at the end of the day, i don't really like cats.

but my search continues.... i am confident i will find perfection by the end of the week. and also, the environment is awesome and everything but you know what is NOT on my hot list.... e-christmas cards. please don't send me one. however, if you want a real life piece of art in the form of a card to treasure let me know your address.....

ding dong merrily on high....

the problem i have with weekends is that they go by too quickly. one minute you're downing whiskey at te papa, the next you're trying to figure out if you have enough clean clothes to last the week while sobbing about dogs thanks to post secret.

i would insert a new self portrait here, but the lord alone knows where my camera is. i had it when i got back from melbourne but since then it has been awol. anyway, an old portrait will have to suffice....



remember this face because it could be on the front page of the paper on monday. actually, i'll be hurt if it is not. a dompost photographer took my photo at the book fair on saturday. and sure, the only bad publicity is no publicity or whatever, but seriously: i was reading the sensuous woman by "j" at the time. plus i am sure the photographer didn't get my best angle. pretty much i'm the only person alive who can do that.

on the topic of the sensuous woman, i bought it obviously. it is awesome, and has already paid for itself . i spent nearly an hour an a half in hysterics with AL reading it at felix while eating ginger loaf. you really must read it. topics covered include when it is okay not to wear makeup (never, unless you have a conservative surgeon in which case there is one exception: surgery), eleven orgie etiquette tips (did you know, you might need to be naked? this book is a godsend), and the hazards of sex (vd mostly, in which case "cry 'help' to the doctor and 'murder' to the man who gave it to you - but don't let those nosy neighbours hear you. the day hasn't quite arrived when venereal diseases are something to brag about").

i also got lucky man, the keith quinn story for my brother. he was stoked. naturally.

from one lucky man to another: do you know who my new favourite celebrity is? tom cruise.


that man has had some bad press (which i now understand after my brush with the dompost as per above), but has made lemonade with his role in tropic thunder. i give the movie 7.5. the best bits were the bells and whistles (the trailers at the start and the cameos throughout). so the movie and its plot were probably kind of weak. but who noticed? i was too busy watching tom cruise shake his money maker to ludacris. which brings me to my new favourite song: get back. anyway, robert downey junior was wonderful - as per my expectations. and jack black once again wasn't annoying. maybe i was too hasty to judge jack black after nacho libre. although one search on youtube reminds me i was on the money with that one. and lance romance, everyone's third favourite n*sync member made an appearance. but enough said. i do not want to spoil the cinematic experience.

and on the topic of spoiling, i'm about to spoil my sunday with more laundry.... sigh.

i just got home from work. it is late. i'm lying, dressed corporate, on my trash heap. aka my bed. reading lol dogs.

the dogs are my only joy.

i think i need a maid.....

so yeah, i got my promotion. the eye makeup overload worked. and i'm celebrating with a day off. and listening to some justin timberlake ballad. at home. on a wednesday. bliss. i have the front door open too. for ciruclation. but the neighbourhood cats think it is open for them. i am not a cat person.

because dogs rule, and cats drool.

last night, also in job celebration mode, my ma and pa made dinner. and i found my diary from 1991. i think i was religi-curious at the time. because i ended each entry with god bless. or maybe i was just afraid of death. i seem to remember being preoccupied from ages eight to thirteen with dying. i mean, hello i thought i had aids cos i slept in the same bed as my brother once when we were at my aunt's place. and you got aids from sleeping with people apparently. friggen euphemism.

anyway, it seemed my greatest loves - apart from baby jesus - were bike pants, babydoll tops and calling other girls fat sluts. i must have just learned the word slut. i seemed to relish its use.

the diary also has insight into my grandfather's dementia. and talks about the greatest dog of all time, izzy. who was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. and who would sleep on our bed if any of us had been crying. which according to my diary i did a lot.

in other childish things, i watched hairspray (the recent one) the other day. i went to the original with my dad and brother when it first came out. which now i think about it was a bit random. but whatever. my dad loves elvis, he probably had been told the movie was a 60s nostalgia piece. which it sort of is. SORT OF.

anyway i have strong preference for the original one. as much as anything, it gave us ricki lake. but the best thing about the new version is this song....




and maybe zac. but this song in particular because, at the risk of scaring potential suitors off, it is me all over baby. one nudge: and i'm planning the wedding.

god help anyone who nudges me on valentines day. which is tomorrow. and oh my god i just remembered i wont be at work. what if flowers get delivered???? note to self: email someone at work and get them to pick them up for you. i haven't even made any VD cards this year. i have no idea what i have been wasting my time on, if not making VD cards. maybe i'll do happy leap year cards instead this year.

anyway, i'm going off to pack now. for dorkland. where i will be until sunday. alone. so i will probably be playing a lot of scrabulous. excellent.