when all else fails, make some lists

the list about songs with lists in them

2010-08-27T18:50:00.000+12:00

no blog for a while. the dog ate my homework, my alarm didn't go off, i got trapped inside a TV drama called List, it wasn't as successful as Lost and was on Prime but you know, stuff has been happening.

during this period of extended brain hibernation i got thinking about lists and then, lists and music. simple stuff i know but titillating nonetheless.

you wouldn't believe how many songs there are out there that pay homage to the functionally sexy list. you're flabbergasted and exited at the same time aren't you. i can tell by the way you're breathing.

obviously i was in heaven when i realised that like me, even musican's like to make lists and some of those little ditties have become damn near anthemic.

#5 - Kiss Is On My List/Hall & Oates. how could you not fall for someone that went to the trouble of putting YOUR kiss on their list. so it's not just a given everyday occurrence but something worthy of a note. so sweet.

so cool, hot and intense all at the same time.

this is an awesome cover of the classic by The Bird and the Bee. lovely lovely vocals yes?

i appreciate the minimalastic music video here. who needs smoke and mirrors?

#4. We Didn't Start the Fire/Billy Joel. this list wouldn't really be acceptable or complete without this little history lesson. impressively stays true to list format the whole way through.

it takes sheer genius to come up with something that rhymes with 'hypodermics on the shore.'

#3. 88 lines about 44 women/The Nails. basically a list of someones various conquests and all their quirky little, ah, quirks right down to vegetable fetishes and scientology. the video is a little "interesting." ( read: interesting like, "that's an 'interesting' haircut.")

"kelly was a blogger girl, she wrote blogs in a list" - maybe that wasn't catchy enough to make the song cut.

#2. It's the End of the World As We Know It/R.E.M. i'm really just in awe of the fact that Michael Stipe doesn't appear to run out of breath during those tongue twisting verses, also that Peter sings this on Family Guy ... and anyone who knows the first verse of this song verbatim, word-for-word, i salute you.

billy j and mike are on to something with this whole stream of consciousness lark. wordsmithery = yes!

and at the top of my top 5 ...

#1. We Care Alot/Faith No More. because they really rock AND roll. this isn't the original vid with Chuck Mosley but mike and the gang in their prime! and they sing in list, i knew there was a deeper connection between us than just fluro bike pants and patterned undercuts.

1. about the Garbage Pail Kids, they never lie
2. about Transformers cause there's more than meets the eye
3. about the little things, the bigger things we top
4. about you people yeah you bet we care a lot

mike you big silly, you forgot to put on your shir ... oh, don't worry.

any songs that make it onto the top of your list of songs with lists in them?

the things that are mystrious list. part 1

2010-05-09T21:34:00.000+12:00

life is full of mystriosities.

yesterday, i purchased a new eyeliner. it was Maybelline Stay Put brand, great for that smudged 80's look, just so you know.

(can you feel the tension mounting?)

by the time i got home (from my really expensive comestique boutique, Le Farmers), it had vanished, without a trace.

"One for the CSI team!" i hear you roar passionately.

i'm only half ginga, but i've got this one covered caruso.

well i wasn't about to call TV's most lovable flame haired criminal mind but as i scrabbled through the vortex-like depths of my handbag trying to find said latest addition, which then promptly became a subtraction, i thought to myself, handbags are funny things, eh?

boys are scared of them.

girls put things in them, which are sometimes never to be seen again by the human eye.

i decided, in my infinite wisdom, to dump the entire contents of my bag on my desk at work, and whilst working really hard, list said items, at work.

bag vomit, never pretty.

as scared as i was by this vision, the overall AIM here is so we can achieve equilibrium.

boys no longer need be scared of said mystriosities.

and girls might be shocked into investigating their own crimes against handbags.

Let's start with the easy stuff.

#1. wallet - one of my japanese hangovers. still going but getting thready.

#2. sunglasses - essential.

#3. ipod - ubiquitous. never, ever leave home without it. ever.

#4. lumix camera - as above.

#5. diary - for keeping all of my many important social engagements. (really just holds random bits of paper, parking tickets and never used 4c off fuel vouchers).

#6. notebook - for taking notes and making lists. these notebooks have come in handy on numerous occasions for drunken quotes, writing down karaoke songs i want to try (ooo, that does sound as silly as i thought it would) and words that tickle my fancy like, cacophony.

its also a flashback to when i was a kid and used to follow my family around with a flip-pad questioning their whereabouts because i really wanted to be a private investigator.

#7. 3 eyeliners - why did i need another one? the colours are Garnet Flash and Metallic Blue, that's why.

"ohmigod, so i said to her, orange is like so totally 1978."

#8. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 pens - all in working order. unheard of.

#9. 1 Chop badge - because Chop is good for you. http://www.chop.co.nz/ or go visit Hayley and Deano in their Wanaka store/coffee house, it's an institution.

#10. 1 teaspoon - for all culinary emergencies.

#11. 6 pieces of Whittaker's Kiwifruit chocolate wrapped up glad wrap - i was adamant i wasn't going to like this chocolate. tom you were right, i was wrong. i see a pattern forming here ... and you always beat me at rock, scissors, paper. sigh.

Whittakers - in my handbag since breakfast

#12. 1 compact mirror - i always get things in my eyes, literally not a day goes by without some foreign particle taking up residence in those oculai of mine.

#13. 1 tube Lucas Papaw ointment - apart from ointment being a jolly funny word. this stuff is the business for everything, including chafing and boils. not so funny.

anoint yourself. or if you get really hungry it has 39mg/g of papaya.

#14. 2 hair ties - a good girl guide is always prepared. dib dib.

#15. Boost - the cheap warehouse version of Berrocca.

#16. a plastic baggy - nope, not that kind. this one holds a variety of herb ... al teas.

#17. homeopathic jet lag prevention tablets - for all that international travel that i do. interviewing famous celebrities, politicianing, jetsetting, mixing and mingling and heaps of other 'ings.'

#18. 2 random unidentifiable pills - could be an afternoon of fun - or not.

#19. 9 lip related cosmetics - ok, this might be overkill but girls you'll back me on this one. necessary, right? right? ya with me?

too many lip products sink handbags.

#20. 1 set of keys - for opening stuff. guess i didn't really need to explain that one?

#21. 1 spare car key - i used to lose things alot. including said handbag(s) on multiple occasions.

#22. 1 pair of ear plugs - rock and roll.

#23. a strepsils packet - containing, strepsils, parecetomol and sudafed. my bag actually rattles but i'm not a non-prescription pill addict, consider me more of an over-zealous chemist shopper.

this next one is a little odd buuuuuuuut,

#24. 1 plastic inflatable penis - a parting gift when i left japan. you put it in water and it grows up to 600% of its size. who wouldn't have that in their handbag?

"girl gets caught taking picture of plastic penis at work, and is promptly promoted."

#25. 2 tampons - there. that's about the scariest thing in a girls bag. unless you count the inflatable penis thing.

what's the weirdest thing in your handbag/manbag?

let me know, comment below.

(i'm not really needy, well maybe just medium-sized needy but comments let me know if human's are actually reading this, please thank you very much).

the things that make me smile without fail list.

2010-04-20T19:16:00.007+12:00

sick of frantically pushing the refresh button to see if i've updated?

well all 3 of you will be suffused with relief to know that like shoulder pads, i'm back for another batch of list-making after a brief hiatus.

do button relief, or else.

those of you who know me well will know april has been a rough month for my person. and we're only half way through it. that scares me.

my superstititious and irish-ly pessimistic antennae are frantically searching for the 3rd bad thing in crappy series of events to take place. almost to the point where i'm actually afraid to drive my car for fear that the inevitable will happen. (i can't even write it because i don't want to jinx myself any more than i already have.)

now that's next level paranoia.

for those of you who don't know me well or at all, and have no idea what i'm harping on about, well i'm more than willing, happy and able to pour my soul out to you over a bottle of merlot. anytime you're ready ... let's have a whinge off. i bet i would win.

dont' worry, i'm fully aware that that wouldn't actually be a win at all but when the chips are down, even a win in a competition to see whose woes win is a small and much prized victory.

Note: Whose Woes Win would be a great name for a reality TV show. someone get on that.

also, and trust me on this one, i'm no whinger but the year of the tiger is so far (well actually just the last two weeks in particular) turning out to be somewhat turbulent (that's an understatement btw) and it's supposed to be My Year. buggaring chinese horoscopes.

shut the hell up tony tiger. don't make me become the world's first cereal killer.

in order to make myself feel a small, albiet false sense of happiness, i am hereto and forthwith about to enlighten you with some stuff that makes me smile or laugh without fail, everytime.

1. this Mitre 10 ad is just classic. i think poly filla is probably my personal favourite, followed closely by patti o'door.

2. the best name for an organisation i have ever seen. brilliant.

i would fit right in here.

3. you should probably definitely all go, right now, and watch the new NZ movie, Boy.

Boy it's good

he writes, he directs, he acts, he is Taika Waititi. Not only is this movie supremely funny but Taika seems to have things sewn up in the "whole package" department. i'm not talking about his package package but this man has got talent, humour, creativity, and well, the whole package.

i've already talked to 5 people who wanted to burst into spontaneous applause at the end of this movie but being shy little kiwi's we felt too self-conscious to actually do it and just said that we wanted to clap. now that's kudos for you Taika, you almost had us clapping ... at the movie theatre! imagine. (i'm now trying to figure out how to get Taika to read this, so he can be all, "ohhhhh, that's nice."

plus i like his name. as you might have noticed because i wrote Taika 6 times already. and i wrote package 5 times.

sidetracked. go see the movie. it's sheer genius. making sensational movies, it's in our DNA.

4. well, this one needs no introduction but i'll do one anyway. it's a dog washer. for washing dogs, like a car wash but ... for dogs.

Beware, machine auto disinfects 1 minute after time expires. REMOVE DOG PROMPTLY.

ingenuity right there. you can wash your best mate for only a dollar a minute. i'm yet to see anyone ever use this.

i imagine if the dogwash on it own is enough to make me crack a smile, then witnessing man, dog and machine in a howling symphony of suds, would probably make my day.

5. i had a number 5 but it really has to be photographed to get the full effect and my timing has been all out ...

what put's a smile on your dial?

the monday, sometimes-you-really-suck, list.

2010-03-08T11:07:00.005+13:00

the fact that i can't create even a remotely decent title may hint at the content to come in this one.

it seems to my weekend affected brain, to be a day that all the things that are teeth-grittingly vexing (read: downright bloody annoying) seem to collude with one another to ensure my whole day is full to the brim of (can't even think of an appropriate expletive, it's that bad).

1. scummy plugholes - the gunk in the kitchen sink seems to be magically re-forming behind my back, ensuring that gunk-removal is taking place almost on the hour. how? one of my least favourite kitchen duties is putting my hands into that squishy, unidentifiable mush in the sink. ewwwwwwwwww.

2. the 'score' - for some unimaginable reason my ipod has revolted and will only play the songs added from CD's that for sentimental reasons i kept from my grunge days even though they are scratched all the way to hell and back.

case in point, Nirvana's In Bloom has come on 3 times today!

3!!!

'Shuffle Songs,' even you are conspiring against me e.g. "he's the one, who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to s s s s s s s sing along, s s s s sing along, s s s s s sing along, s s s s s s s s s s s s s sing." skippity skip skip. grinding teeth has begun.

3. crunch-time - having bitten the nails back to the quick on both of my thumbs, as i am wont to do in cases of dire boredom or nervousness. i note that thereafter banging of said throbbing thumbs is now taking place continuously throughout the day, i mean c.o.n.t.i.n.u.o.u.s.l.y. my more poor little opposable beauties.

i know all about the "well you've broken your aura, that's why you keep hitting yourself in the same place," theory. yet, it does nothing to make this not suck. my thumbs will back me on this.

thumbs down to nervous nail biting

4. no joe - i've run out of milk for my morning coffee(s) and have to substitute it with some of last nights leftover-from-thai-food coconut milk and some crusty, 5 days over its expiry date cream. creating a nicely coagulated and entirely not pleasant monday morning coffee experience. (i'm fairly sure not pleasant is also pretty shoddy english.)

5. fail - after drinking said coffee, i then realise, with due amounts of horror, that yes, we have forgotten to buy more toilet paper and subsequently have to resort to using the teeny tiny japanese packet of tissues in my car glove box. glamorous.

6. timing - as i'm making the 20-metre dash for the car, with just a hoodie thrown on over my 'pajama's,' which by the way don't exist, so yes, that does mean i am almost naked. the courier chooses that exact moment to deliver the SIGG water bottle i ordered on ebay a month ago and forgot about (so this is actually a win situation, not all bad).

imagine the newspaper headline if you will,

Breaking news ... "a disheveled-almost-naked girl with bed hair and facial pillow rash still in effect, collided with a spritely-up-since-5am courier guy in a sleepy beach-side village today, scaring him into an early retirement."

sorry dude. it's monday.

so all of this has taken place and it's not even 11am ... however there are some saving graces for today.

1. i love the design on my little asian themed, good for the enviro, drink bottle.

bit of free product placement for SIGG. you swiss and your nifty little gadgets.

2. my friend carol (amazing ceramic artiste who i shall wax lyrical about at a later date) is coming to visit. she's already told me to get the wine at the ready. yes!
3. the sun is shining. and, even though one of the kittens has reverted after a week of non-inside pooping and left another unexpected delivery for me today, they are both now outside being non-needy and frolicking in said sunshine.
4. i do actually have an interview (!!) this afternoon for a receptionist job at an english school, hence the bitten thumbnails.

so, will i have to change the description of this blog to the life and times of the unemployed (now employed part-time) kellyhellcat?

we shall soon see.

the random odd jobs list. part 1.

2010-03-06T16:20:00.007+13:00

after watching a truly horrific spectacle called Rock of Love Bus, with glam rock band Poison's now almost 50-year old frontman Bret Michaels, i got to thinking about the truly asinine things people do for money or fame; myself included.

i also decided that just like poor andre agassi, bret is actually bald underneath his bandana.

this televisual extravaganza inappropriately classified as 'Reality TV' goes all out for the shock value thing. and to be perfectly honest, colour me gorgeously shocked.

#1. it was smutty, hey, i'm not anti-smut. this is more of a statement than a criticism.

#2. there were some big, seriously big fake boobs involved. (see pic, wowsers! front-row on the right was actually almost-have-to-turn-away scary).

#3. and (insert appropriate non-offensive adjective for loose here) women throwing drinks in each others faces, having catfights, getting sideways drunk and crashing to the floor from the staggering height of their stripper heels.

yup, just your standard night out with the girls. i don't know if this show was supposed to be a comedy, but i was in stitches.

however, during the course of this show, i got called up for an interview for another potential job.

a new job beckoning to me from afar, yet so tantalisingly close ... could this be THE one?

torn between watching a brazilian girl vomit up a bottle of tequila on ROLB and contemplating the list of odd jobs that i've occupied, some only briefly, i chose to take a walk down Random Odd Job Lane (in my head it was depicted montage style overlapped with The Winds of Change song by the The Scorpions).

here goes, a list of the weird stuff that i've been paid to do, and in some cases not paid to do, in no particular order.

#1. newspaper delivery girl - for the Otago Daily Times. this required getting up fiendishly early, 6 days a week when i was 16-17? i didn't last long and my parents had to do it twice for me because that's when i realised i really liked partying. they weren't impressed.

i wasn't particularly impressed with the old, creepy guy from down the road who used to scream 'Mother, Mother, Mother!!' at his cats, while walking around with no pants on. i would be so tired after my paper-run that i'd go back home to bed, get up, drag myself to school only to realise that my hands were covered in dark black newspaper ink. spot the girl with the un-cool pocket money job.

job length - i think i lasted 8 months.

#2. xmas present gift wrapper - so this was pretty cool because i love christmas. i love wrapping presents. i like shops and putting random christmassy things into hampers is fun.

unfortunately, christmas only comes once a year.

job length - 2 days, i was going to try to milk my employers for more work but realised it wasn't going to happen when they closed the store, permanently.

#3. bottle store tastings representative - i did this job at the same time as the above. it consisted of me standing in a really ghetto bottle store in concord. trying to get the regulars to taste a new line of cider on the market.

it turns out that regulars in really ghetto bottle stores at the time thought cider was the devils work. they were there to simply fill up their 2-rigger friday night beer quota for the week, without being 'harassed' by a very un-pushy blonde 'slip of a thing.'

job length - 1 day. the successful, albiet token, sale of 1 bottle of cider to the guy who initially thought i was a cardboard cut-out when he walked in and was certainly already slightly inebriated, yet took pity on me enough to cough up for a 1.25 litre bottle of 'that fancy juice you've got there.'

#4. stop/go girl - one of the highlights of my career.

myself and my 7-month pregnant friend Kate, took charge of a bridge on a major highway somewhere between milton and dunedin. i use the term took charge very loosely as at my end of the line, there were 2 separate crashes (not my fault ... not entirely my fault).

if you don't mind standing in the middle of a VERY busy highway, during rush hour(s) traffic, trying to stop irate truck-drivers and sales reps who have been driving for days and just want to get home in time for the news, with little more than a lollipop stick to try to hold them back, in the driving (excuse the pun) rain/wind/sleet, whilst being exposed to jeers about being blonde and holding onto poles .... then this is the job for you.

on the job benefits - sometimes people throw candy at you. plus i got to use a walky-talky, "Last car blue honda civic, over."

no, i don't want to know what i can do with my lollipop stick thank you.

job length - 3 days.

#5. arthritis foundation collection agent - living in melbourne, australia for 3 months, my friend emily and i quickly discovered, well at least in my case, that my hard-saved $500 didn't last very long. in fact, for some bizarre reason that money literally vaporised, something to do with clubs, dancing, something else, something else.

annnnnnyway. no money. no job. awesome warehouse flat. rationing of food and beverages was in effect, i only enough money left for 1 tall bottle of VB and a loaf of bread.

must find a job.

collecting money for a good cause! BINGO!

should be easy right?

wrong. left to find our way around our designated area somewhere in the boon docks of melbourne (otherwise known as suburbia) after a stuffy train ride (- $5) and investing in some passport photo's for our name tags (- $10) on a nice balmy day (+ 40 degrees), emily took one side of the road, me the other. the result ...

job length - i door-knocked my way around about 4 houses, i think emily persevered and got to 5.

we both simultaneously met in the middle of the street, both immensely relieved to find that the other was dead keen to pull the pin on the job as well. sorry arthritis foundation. we tried, kinda, well not really, but, you know, it was hard ... ish.

... to be continued

i'm only up to random odd job number 5 and my feet are in desperate need of some socks.

you know there's so much more to come, so i'm going to leave you with the ultimate cliff-hanger job-teaser.

i made it into the inner sanctum sanctorium of random odd-jobs.

the australian police force.

the getting pickled on a budget list, a step by step guide

2010-02-26T16:18:00.001+13:00

due to a heavy chorus of, "we want more, we want more," since my first and last post, here we have the highly anticipated end result from item #8 on my list - preservation. today's when all else fails, make some lists is of the culinary variety.

i watched the movie Julie and Julia, about the famously whacky chef Julia Child and a woman attempting to cook her entire cookbook in 365 days. it featured meryl streep doing some fantastic stuff with butter, a lot of close talking and some rather garrulous gesticulating.

the movies impact;

a) butter is good.

b) made me curious as to where julia child, herein known as J.C. got her signature, slightly peculiar accent from.

c) reminded me of a time when a pearl necklace was simply a pearl necklace. Julia sported one throughout the whole movie.
d) inspired me, also a flogger of blogs, to mimic amy adams' character and get amongst it, putting fingers to keyboard, words to the wire, an epistle to the apostle's? too wordy?

to the getting pickled. (i call these Andi's pickles, and thanks to emily's mum Andi for the recipe, i have always notsosecretly coveted your pickles).

1. Liquids - to pay homage to J.C. who i remember watching on TV adding a glass of sherry to whatever she was cooking, and having one for herself - open yourself up a nice beverage before you proceed.

2. Muster - assemble the required ingredients into a herd onto your cooking surface. i did this sheerly for the photo op and to add to the rusticity of the whole affair. (spot the made-up word #2).

1.5 kg small zucchini (courgettes), thinly sliced

2 medium onions, thinly sliced

1/4 cup sea salt

2 cups cider vinegar

2 cups sugar

2 teaspoons mustard seed

1/2 teaspoon dry mustard

1 teaspoon celery seed

1 teaspoon turmeric

3. Slice, not dice - get your boyfriend/partner/flatmate/passing stranger to thinly slice 2 medium onions, also point out to them halfway through the first onion that they must be sliced, not chopped.

4. Danny Zucco - thinly slice the courgette's/zucchini's. i used both green and yellow but then promptly wished there was a red version to make rasta coloured pickle.

5. Mix and mingle - marry the veg/onion together into a symphony of magnificence in the big silver pot that you purloined from your parents house under the guise of making soup.

6. Brine away - sprinkle with 1/4 cup of sea salt, cover with some bracing cold water, whilst singing Yellow Submarine and set aside to stand (you must) for 2 hours.

7. Imbibe - have a couple of lower-carb Mac's Brewery Springtide beers while you wait. the chatty man at the supermarket recommended them because you can drink more due to the lower carb thing. that's my kinda logic.

8. Siphon - drain, rinse and drain again. the vegetables that is. no picture for this one but imagine a lot of pot lid clattering and tip-toeing, yes, i'm that short.

9. Merge - combine remaining ingredients in a large pan and bring to a rolling boil for 2 minutes, taking care not to set fire to the wooden spoon in the process.

10. Fusion - Add the zucchini and onions to your liquid mix, remove from heat, cover and let stand for two hours, plenty of time for a variety of activities to take place.

my activity de jour, beer in hand, i mulled over the good old Edmonds Cookery Book (with us since 1955) on the in's and out's of 'preserving and bottling.' see page 209. so that "no harmful organisms can enter the jars and organisms already present are destroyed).

yes, the war on organisms can be fought and won, in your very own kitchen.

11. Bubble - place your now delicious smelling pot 'o' green and gold back on the boil again and cook for 5 minutes.

12. Restraining order - ladle pickle into waiting vessels. (or in my case, messily slop the pickle into the now sterilised jars, using a variety of highly inefficient kitchen utensils).

13. Crescendo - the finished product. by now you're either half sozzled, covered in sticky pickle juice and talking using a heavy Julia Child accent OR you have 4 disarmingly handsome jars of andi's pickles lined up like ducks in a row. i like to think a combination of the two is a job well done.

the springboard of lists list. Numero Uno

2010-02-23T11:50:00.003+13:00

so begins a stint at being a blog officer. as they say everyone loves a blog, everyone needs a blog, its blog blog blog. blogging is the new black?

anyway, kathryn told me to do it and i'm the impressionable type.

i find myself recently returned from an almost 4-year stretch in japan, (saying stretch makes it sound way more dangerous and nefarious than it really was), although i did end up in some pretty volatile karaoke situations.

now i'm seemingly unemployable (who would have thought that speaking your own native language, partying and snowboarding in a foreign country would imprint me with virtually no new skills or qualifications?).

i'm home, in my hometown, where i was homegrown, ocean grove, dunedin, otago, south island, new zealand. impressive titling i know.

the beach is so close it sounded almost thunderous last night (note; dramatisation of actual events will take place throughout these logged blogs). and i like using brackets a lot, and i probably won't capitilise anything either.

thunderous beaches, well it was fairly loud anyway. my mother told me a hundred million times not to over-exaggerate but i feel its my natural calling, plus i like the fact that you probably can't over-exaggerate, that's an exaggeration in itself isn't it?

to my list for today.

1. vocation - find a job? i've been home for nigh on four months. to be honest, i'm quite enjoying not working but feel its appropriate for me to put this at number one, just in case. plus, its far too early and i'm far too broke for an early retirement. although i did enjoy the conversation i had with the senior citizen at the supermarket yesterday about which fabric softener to use.

2. literature - START BLOGGING! i'm feeling pretty good about this one and the fact that i have already achieved one of my goals for today!

3. waste disposal - toilet train the twin kittens. yes, one pooped in the laundry sink today. interesting choice, however i do appreciate the extra effort he/she went to to minimise the clean-up from my point of view.

in all their cute and innocent not-poo-ing-in-the-sink-right-now glory ... awwwww.

4. intake - drink more water - if only it tasted less like water and more like coffee

5. outtake - drink less coffee, there is waterial content in coffee, that's a good thing right? just accomplished another thing today, i think i made up the word waterial, now free to use for anyone by the way.

6. replenish - take my vitamins on a daily basis instead of when i'm feeling run down or tired or whenever i decide to get all healthy and take care of myself, which usually occurs about once a month.

7. downsize - buy smaller vitamins, those fish oil suckers are bigger than gobstoppers, i swear.

8. preservation - make some pickle with the courgette's/zucchini's (still don't know what the difference is between these two) from the garden. i'm not sure, but i think they are bordering on becoming marrows.

9. cellar-shopping - this involves going to my parents house and looking through all the old, filed-away crap in the cellar, choosing an item and, well, basically taking it.

10. composition - make a cd for my friend katie like i said i would about a month ago. these things hang over my head for days when i'm pretty sure it would just be easier to throw a few tracks around in itunes, burn it, send it = instant relief.

that's it, thats the end of blogging my log today. edge of your seat stuff, be prepared to be scintillated some more in the next edition. x