So i lied

I know, I know.. I didn't blog all the time that I was supposed to.  Not good form.  But in my defence I do have a full-time job and flat duties (cooking, doing dishes etc) that I must occasionally attend to.  I also went to Sydney for 4 days which was great.  Well actually it was fucking freezing but I mean it was fun not to be in Auckland for a wee while.  I managed to contain my neurotic fear of flying rather well (no screaming/crying fits AND I didn't insist on holding a strangers hand for the duration of the flight- yes, it has happened before). 

On a funny story note I was strolling about in search of a cafe recommended to me by a friend.  While my face does not usually portray any level of happiness (I've been told I look like a cross between uninterested and scathing 90% of the time) I was feeling decidedly saccharine this particular morn and believe that I was even sporting a smile of some descript!  Such happy feelings were thoroughly dashed when some member of Sydney's homeless population a.k.a "some mongol meth-crazed hobo" SPAT at me, like yes saliva projectiled from his mouth onto my arm.  It was tres yuck.  He also then hurled his water (vodka) bottle at me too.  I contemplated spitting back at him but decided that given he is homeless he probably has a lot more experience in the ways of street-fighting than I do.  I mean I can throw down a totally bangin' verbal attack when necessary but given that a) he was a man b) weighing around 120 kgs and c) sporting a suspiciously large ruck sack (I anticipate he has a baseball bat or the like within) I didn't like my chances.  I settled with some tissues and sanitiser and made sure I scrubbed that particular spot on my arm with particular vigour that evening in the shower.

I'm much relieved the Auckland homeless population seems way less crazy and violently inclined.  The local homeless people are all about the friendly hellos and singing on my strolling routes.  I'm gutted to hear the council is going to be moving them on for the RWC.  They totally add to the culture of the city which otherwise can seem devoid of any local history- just look at infamous Margaret from K Rd (RIP).  Despite my encounter, I'm definitely a long-term supporter of our colourful (non violent) and always entertaining street dwellers!

sniffles

I'm already into my second cold of winter and we're not even halfway through winter proper.  This is disastrous as far as I'm concerned.  Oscillating between being hot and feverish and freezing cold has pretty much become de rigeur, hardly ideal as I'm sure you'll agree.

I'm not one of those folk who definitively appreciates one season over another- each of them has their own pros and cons.  Spring is the only season that I truly hate- largely because it heralds the arrival of the horror that is the hay fever season (terrible for all hay fever sufferers, even worse when you're asthmatic).  One can be guaranteed that between the months of September to March they can enjoy the special happiness that hay fever brings to my life- streaming eyes, runny nose, constant sneezing.  It's great.  However spring also brings with it the sudden exposure of the once covered winter horrors.  Needlessly I will elaborate.  Hairy legs, pasty (in the more corpse-like than porcelain) skin, untoned body parts only engorged by the deliciousness of hearty winter fare. 

While the more sensible slowly ease themselves back into their skirt/short/bikini wearing ways, others are not so cautious.  Spring is also the season for the ridiculous summer dress wearers, often spotted at your local park sans any form of coverage and shamelessly flaunting their blindingly pale (and goosepimpled I might add) legs.  As you struggle to keep hold of your neighbours pet dog, sporting the always fashionable trackies and windbreaker (timeless I say) combo, some biddy is trying to hold a summer picnic in 12 degrees.  There is no sun, the spring flowers are glaringly absent and being that we live where we do, it's probably going to bucket down on her and her god awful picnic at a moments notice.

Not that I can complain too much, Spring after all does signal the end to the disease ridden season of winter... although I spend the greater part of Spring sick anyway there is a small gap in my highly allergic body between late January and early April where I actually enjoy the weather.  The sight of the flabby, white body in a bikini is actually worth it.

I promised you pictures...



Lovely/Hilarious- Henrietta Harris, http://www.scaredycat.co.nz/




That Smarts- Henrietta Harris, http://www.scaredycat.co.nz/



Eyechart #4- Alex Ebstein, http://alexebstein.tumblr.com/

I didn't plan this post particularly well.  I'm at my parents and I don't have all the file for the images I've been collecting.  This is a bit of a failure.  I have music that I think is great also so I'll include that too, yes?

Great. x

Because I said I'd post every day for 30 days

So I made this rule for myself that I should post everyday for 30 days in order to get my blogging shit together and actually successfully start blogging again.  Unsurprisingly less than a week into this promise, I was at risk of breaking it.  Smooth.

Part of my issue is that my laptop is old and very near death- typing is an effort at times and the swirling beach ball of death is a regular feature.  It won't let me save pictures which means if I'm at home I have to borrow a flatties laptop (hardly ideal as they seem surgically attached) to upload any images.  My alternatives are to blog at work (strictly not kosher) or to go to my parents and use their computer (disadvantages of this discussed previously- involves devil worship).

I don't know how people deal with blogs that are overly verbose and I feel that I am at risk of becoming a blog where people become frightened by the sheer volume of text on their screens.  I love how I say this like lots of people actually read this blog.  It is interesting though, I mean how we have come to establish a 'format' for blogging.  I remember once having a discussion or at least overhearing one on the topic of the short-attention spans of people today as a result of the way in which information has come to be transmitted to us.  The three paragraph blog post is the norm.  Tweets, facebook posts, internet news sites, tumblrs, wordpresses, blogspots all share the same succinct method of communication.  We no longer seem to have either the time or the patience to write and digest information presented in long forms.  The fact that you've read to this point, some would say is amazing.

I think I like pictures too though because they offer so much more than words.  There's something about images that draw you in... they seem to require less effort.  Always good for the inherently lazy among us.  Not to say that pictures are less 'cerebral' than words. 

Well my attention span has officially timed out.  It's also 10 pm- totally my bed time!