Because My Parents Sometimes Wonder Why I am The Way I am...

Sent to me today by my mother...

ok I have to share this one with you.
I went to Franklins supermarket this morning to buy a few things and while I was paying at the checkout, I dropped my bank card. The gentleman behind me threw himself down on his knees and started scrabbling around my ankles trying to find the card. I couldn't resist so I clasped my hands together and said 'Oh yes I will I will,' well he jumped up so quickly in a panic that he hit his head on the display stand and sent magazines slithering everywhere. Well I thought it was funny.
love Rainy

Procrastination... It's a Word, Right?

A painting I'm working on...

to avoid writing.

As I Lay Dying

"Jewel and I come up from the field, following the path in single file." William Faulkner

IT'S OVER

So anyway PHD application is in, Honours project is in (all in a three days), I am in... an insane asylum

Hemingway and a Fish

Clearly, no words are necessary. Other then perhaps to say that I think Hemingway may be my real dad. Or possibly this guy,


Sorry dad, but mum does spend a lot of time at the beach...

16 Days to Go...

I wish my project made me feel like this...


instead of like this...


or this...

Drinking Moby, Reading Moby...

So, I sat down today to take a much needed break from writing my exegesis (the word garrote comes to mind) with a bottle of ice tea and a copy of The Passage. I open my tea and take a sip. Nice tea, fruity but a bit spicy. Intrigued, I do what all humans do when they have tasted something they like... I turn the bottle over. What do I find? The bottle I was happily sipping away at was owned by Moby. (Not the actual bottle obviously- like, it wasn't stolen from the gym with Property of Moby written on it) That's right, Moby. Apparently he owns a Vegan tea store in New York called Teany Teas and my friendly neighborhood coffee shop sells his teas by the bottle.

So, why am I annoyed, gentle readers? Well, cause Moby (real name Richard Melville Hall) is the great, great, great (or something) grandson of my old pal Herman. Hence the nickname...

Gimme a break, universe. Seriously. Why does my heart feel so bad... indeed.

Good tea though.

October 18th - I Rue the Day

So, my project is due in three weeks.


Nuff said...

Gone Fishin'

The Leviathan has gone fishin' and for the next few weeks will be baiting hooks and reeling in her first draft...

Perfume

"In eighteenth-century France there lived a man who was one of the most gifted and abominable personages in an era that knew no lack of gifted and abominable personages."

Patrick Suskind in "Perfume"