Nothing to it

I'm going to tumbl on blogger. watch me.

that's just way too easy.

way too

V is for Vehicle!

My car's back by the garage. not my fault. that light pole came outta nowhere :|

whenever I'm here, 2 or 3 times a month I remember my plan to plaster V for Vendetta quotes on the the entire outside as a vinyl or inside for decor... words words words, that oughta turn the nerds on.

"...Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is...

Comeback

mumford and sons are on vh1 unplugged... then the top40 one hit wonders starts. two beautiful moments. great. since I cannot find the remote and will be darned if I'm made to manually change the stations. who knows where that thing's been.

Seemed like a perfect moment for a comeback... the Comeback, from the Subways, now here's a song i love. "imma reasonable man, but i can't believe what's on your mind... and the last few weeks were the hardest weeks. and the things you said oh. made me weak... LETS CALL IT THE COMEBACK..."

'tis May fourth, May the Force Be With You!

one month later, here I yam, on #starwarsday, yes I tweet and hash, because an abandoned blog doesn't sufficiently share the madness... *looks around* every time I'm away for a bit i return with 'so much has been going on..." Screw You, cause So much Have been going on. so...ha.

I blog to procrastinate... things avoiding tonight:
Editing the restaurant shoot
Editing the Easter wedding shoot
Editing the stuff for the new Facebook Page
Replying to emails, 3 about having the Buttons featured on Business sites (this will be death to my rep, esp since I don't get to use a pseudonym [I cant spell pseudonym without spellchecker])
Finding food, I really want the portabella sandwich from Dr!nk Wine Bar, but life on this budget, I've settled for a fish sandwich from Street Meats - yes, I like bread.

p.s. my roomie bakes. and i snap.
p.s.s. despite the title of this blog. I've never seen a single episode of Star Wars. But I like The Force

a hollywood lifestyle

working from the sofa today, I've realised there are practically no movies about boring lifestyles.
Which, now in typing, seems only logical. but, when the previews are reeling mindlessly past each other, you think,
well I thought, 'where's the movies about bank clerks, and insurance guys going to work, or lecturers, lecturing on?"
gee, where are they.
Seems, just like in real life, no one wants to know about your boring life. get a life. smirk.
I'm a photographer OK, I get to SEE things. *loafs around the sofa, eats double choc, choc chip muffins. man, i need a career. nap time.

Cake & Procrastinating

I don't know. what day today is. I thought twas Saturday, for most of the day, even though people correct me frequently, and they seemed to enjoy doing so, glorious in their triumph that finally they were beyond a doubt certain of their affirmations. "IT'S THURSDAY GIRL! GEEZ!" I need some structure in my life

Just got home. my bedroom smells like cake. the bath, gallery, car-park and lesbian neighbor's do to. My roomie's taking her baking show on the road. and the people are impressed. I'd upload a pic but waiting until I get my prime lens back. get some Food Network quality stuff. I can. Tired, hungry and blogging to avoid doing the work I have on the note pad, highlight and underlined with such force, it's still legible 4 pages behind, I checked. and this no cheap $5 notepad. i keep those in the car. SORT THE FUCKING RESTAURANT SHOTS FOR THE WEBSITE YOU LAZY BASTARDITE.

She's delightful

My niece had that mess SEA Exam today so we been hanging out much. Also she's a nerd, like me. After SEA I pick her up, and what does she want to do? Go to Ishmael Khan in Long Circular Mall to "get that Twilight book that just released' bloody vampire books.

Best Naomi quotes of the last 24 hours

Scene: we're chewing gum on her verandah, blowing bubbles, me on BB, she on her dad's iPhone
Nums: Can you buy me an iPhone.
Me: neh, I'm broke
...when you get old you'll need grown up pampers?
: LOL Da heck? what? and why would you say such a thing?!
: Saw it on tele, old people wear them. if you're broke you cant buy any... so...
: sooo.... that's a very long time off eh so meh!
: uh huh...sure. you'll have no pampers.

Scene: Discussing why I keep checking on my car, I told her she lives int he hood, and the car can get stolen, but my life's in the laptop inside. She said I could just buy another...
Me: I gotta get an External, it's like a computer storage unit, in case the lappy gets stole
Nums: how much is that?
: Probably a grand
: So much?! Give me like 500, I Know people... *shouts: Daddy!

Scene: school pick up
Nums: I was going get my friend Zahra to come say hi, when you came to pick me up but they were taking long. you'd like her, she's crazy just like you.
Me: -_-
Nums: No, like fun crazy. you know, like you!

Scene: Pick up from her pizza lime
Nums: I ordered a Cotton Candy flavour smoothie, and like 5 minutes in forever time later the girl says they have no Cotton Candy, choose something else. Why couldn't she just say that before? This flavor sucks.

Well I could but...

Not going to attempt explaining away my lack of blogging; though you'd think I'd be pretty good at it... I am. Here's whats been happening.

1. Got sick, got an ambulance ride, met the public health care system and later called an insurance agency
2. Shot Rituals entire range of products and got to eat the stuff. Pet peeve is not being able to
3. Got duped into buying pajama jeans. they are comfy. I type in them, in this lovely cold March weather
4. Started a Facebook Page... then another, then another. I don't know what the last 2 are about
5. I've got a crush on my doctor, the female one. She's so smart.
6. $800.36 away from registering my website... a freebie-ish generic one.
7. I'm not giving anything up for lent. I'm no common sinner.

staples, rave & priorities

they didnt have staples so I had to buy a new stapler. which comes loaded. :|

How it happened was, I ran out of so went to purchase staples for my stapler. Along the way I noted the last box I'd bought was '2000 pieces' and found it Just a thought. anyhow, it's late on a Saturday afternoon, options are not many, couldn't find staples to fit so wound up buying a new stapler all together. and the clerk nonchalantly asks, "do you want me throw away that other one" Is this the wasteful society? Again, not inthe top 5 demanding, blog-able, issues at hand but yet, very unsettling.

Oh well. Off to Carlton Savannah Rooftop for some good old EDM, glowsticks, what-did-I-do-lastnight-absinthe, RAVE!

What'll it be

I'm certain that one night someone's gonna poke me with something sharp through my flimsy window curtains. Don't know from where they'll come or what instrument of mass injury will be used, but as certain as I sit here - with this the least bit pressing but The most poignant matter at hand, I will be poked.

questions to the universe

Why do Caribbean magazines all insist on this hard, stiff, stiff. paper? It's hell trying to tear a page out at the library or someone's office :| I like Vouge's, Elle, Marie Clarie, everyone with regular, soft, easy to tear magazine paper.

And why do they charge double or time and a half for a mixed juice. If OJ is $10 and Lemon is $10 why is OJ & Lemon mixed $15? it's the same ratio of 40% ice 60% liquid :| do I have to pay for labor? You reaching into the chiller twice?

And what's with...gosh can't member, so uBer hungry. Had a shoot today at this ace cool funky clothing store on Murray Street. grin. they've got this Cafe in the mall...with sucky magazine paper and expensive juice.

Who's the baldhead dude?

It's Saturday morning, 11.37 and there's a bald muscled man in a wife-beater charging around my yard. I'm always up for some random excitement, but, it's early, I'm ever so slightly hungover (or not, maybe I'm just slightly more hungry than usual) and my car's not parked in it's spot, (giving mr muscles more bellowing space) which, happens ever so often on slightly wasted nights.

The only unnerving factor in this melee is:
I've recently painted my room, a very preddie lilac-ish color, a beauty, none of my existing curtains do it justice, so, I'm going curtain-less - which has been exhilarating in itself. Except for today... bellowing guys do nothing for the atmosphere

p.s. we got new Buttons

Hey sucker

Dear, Wednesday January 12, 2011

You gloomy SOB. But I win, cause it's now
Thursday January 13, 2011 and
we're known to get along fine. so ha. ride out!

2 hours of Wedding Editing Therapy to clear
Wednesday's BS Blues starts... now.

They don't cover this in dating school...

Q: what do you do when you show up at your Friend's place at 3AM and he's passed out on the living room floor, shirt securely in tack on the upper half but no pants, shorts, boxers or briefs on the bottom half? What, when after you've satisfied yourself he's physically unharmed and breathing is as irregular as usual, you attempt to rouse and encounter without doubt THE most bizarre 10 minute spectacle of your 14 month acquaintance, including drifting, one foot hopping, a series of gnarled orders, blank squints, stares and vigorous snoring tangled with whimpers?

A: Commit to coming over more often. Dude just might be more interesting than we thought.

The Lesbians upstairs...

THEY WANT ME. Finally they're warming up, indicating they want to be friends/clearly confirming what I have known all along: they want me. I've been telling and telling it but nooooooo.... "you're so narcissistic."
I've been 'wanted' infrequently enough to KNOW when I AM being wanted.
Proof?
She, the 'she' in the relationship (the he's not the most pleasant chic ever) tregged downstairs to bring me 'cold beer'. And it's universally established that 'cold beer' means 'I want to bed you', ask any guy. Just as apple means temptation and cherry, somehow, means slut. Ironclad logic, to mix and discuss with reason is just to cloudy the facts.

Will I let myself be 'taken'? Hmmm well... (of course I've considered it, I'm not exactly on the A-list of Stable Minded Individuals, mix that with a lot of liberalism and bam!) No. I wont. Not my type.

...soon Coming

Caught up trying to shut the door on 2010, limbs keep sticking out. I'll cut them off. 2010 we're through, me and you. yes we are. go away.