The animated Hippogryph in the latest Harry Potter movie rocks!
:D :D :D

Scotland's loveliness also features in the film too - the sets were just a little way from where I was staying, when I was in Scotland last year. Ahhh, the scent of nostalgia!

Righto - time to devour another round of lamb steak with mint. Must dash!

Okay. You know what you really want to do right now?
You want to go to this site here - Beatallica - and after clicking through to their list of songs, download #6 "Hey Dude", and #7 "I Want to Choke Your Band".
They're really "very uplifting" in that special metal kind of way.
Also, do it because Momma said so.
(And see what you think of the rest. Personally I favour the 2004 lot (that contains the above examples)
Duuuude!

*resumes hard nodding of head of long floppy hair*

Ahhh. A really nice engagement!
Behold the couple for whom happiness should be most deservedly bountiful -

"And yea' so it came to pass that many did converge upon the family homestead of "she-who-is-deserving-of-much-happiness", and there was much eating, drinking and merriment, and dogs!" (The behaviours of the latter prompted me to wonder what it would be like if humans had a better visual indicators of mood. Nah - we'd probably figure out how to fake a wagging, and then someone would realise they had a new body part to pierce, then there would be just stupidity and tail extensions, or dockings based on some religious reason or "premise of health".)

"Whip it" (by Devo) was played on the radio as we travelled back homeward. It must be a good omen. (Being Nich's favourite song.)

The world is full of omens - some more obvious than others, and not necessarily sinister!
Although, what omen my woeful misdirection through the backstreets of West Auckland held, I have no idea.

Co-pilot Hansi "The Norwegian", and I, had plans to sneak up on the longhouse of the Auckland Norsemen, where they were SUPPOSED to be staying the night. We had practised yelling very loudly in the car on the way, and (at 1 a.m.) were well prepared to scare the snot out of them in a sneak attack. But nobody was there!
Ah well. The wusses must have gone home to be warm and comfortable... ;) Some people have no appreciation of the efforts of others to mount surprise attacks in the middle of the night.

Wibbly wobbly woo, no more scare for you.

Now, I am at home again.
Current Score - Flat 32, Kirby 1 (i.e. it is somewhat inclined to being untidy). Tomorrow I shall mount an all-out assault on the floor, followed by tactical dispersion of the dishes in the sink. I shall interrogate my clothes in a harsh process of washing, until tidiness is yielded unto me. Bedding shall be beated, dust torn from the carpet by a monstrous device, and then I shall proclaim this flat to be my nation, my victory. I shall call it Penguinia. I shall print my own currency, the sardine shall be the national bird, and the weather shall be mild.
I am worried about the fridge. I suspect there are wegetables that have massively destructed, somewhere up the back.

Now I shall just write a little more blether until my bed is sufficiently warmed over, for it is cold here. I can see why the guys opted not to hang out at the longhouse all night...

Happy happiness, Nich and Kirstin! Snoochieboos to you both, and goodnight!
xoxoK2.

Yowch, my head is aching from all the chocolate I have been eating..!
Bad move, K.

Tonight for my audio-visual pleasure, I watched the film "Cypher" (another film from director Vincenzo Natali who also made the low-budget but excellent "Cube"), followed by a documentary on hip-hop DJ-ing - "Scratch". My head is still going wiggedy wiggedy wa-wa-wow. Both were highly entertaining.

Today for Auditory stimulus, I listened to "Silence!" - as in, Silence of the Lambs - The Musical!
A labour of love... v. funny! LINK

:)

The internet is a place of ghosts, more noticable here than in reality-world.
A couple of days ago, an internet friend whom I'd known for a couple or so years (we were moderators on Sword Forum International - a big forum), died of a heart attack, in his sleep.

There are so many threads, containing his words, his "voice", exactly as if he were still alive. Well - obviously, he was when he wrote them. It is as if he has not gone at all, and yet there will be no new words forthcoming.

We must leave an awfully large amount of electronic detritus behind us, nearly every day, without giving it a second thought. (Certainly if you're like me and have a couple or so favourite forums to haunt - haunt being quite ironic really.)

You are writing yourself into the internet, and your words will be around in goodness knows what form, for quite a while, maybe down an electronic oubliette, or discovered in a forgotten cul-de-sac of circuitry.
It will provide a memory refresher for those who know you, and an inkling of yourself for those who don't.

I think, forget about "writing for posterity" - write for yourself, as yourself (i.e. not trying to impress others) and you already will be.

Written after musing, for Don Nelson (6/6/04), moderator and "good 'un". I wish well for your family and your spirit, wherever you are.

Yea', and though I may walk in the shadow of the Jelly of Death... I will get through to the other side and miraculously, my effing taxes will be done.

I was conversing with my father today.
"Why didn't you have a fourth child who grew up to be an accountant?" I asked. "You have (for your three offspring), an animator, a librarian, and a coffee roaster."
My father said he would rather have had a dentist child, than an accountant child.
We mused as to the oddities of life, evolution, that sort of thing.
And it was good.
:)

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Additional -
Regards to the 28th of May, 2004.
Rest in Peace, the head of the Cameron Clan, Colonel Sir Donald Hamish Cameron, "Lochiel".
Slainté.