Claire

Well I'm making a trip down to Dunedin soon (this fortnight) and will try and hock some issues.

Bag End Books is the local comic shop, eh?

Plus, the owners of the llamas say that big dogs walking on the trails are much more dangerous and scary than a llama will ever be.

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That's true. As much as I suspect llamas of being evil, I'd never worry one was about to bite my face off.

You should definately keep up the art classes Josh.

What's going on with me? I got a new look and a new book.

The hair is alot brighter in real life.

The book, True Lives #1, is for sale at comic shops and galleries in Auckland, Wellington, Hamilton and Christchurch NZ.

Yeah I didn't know clones could be milked 8-)

 

But the bubble kind, I think there's a café within five minutes in all directions.  It's popular stuff in LA.

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Very popular in NZ too. There's a big chain called Bubble Cup (motto "the Bubble Revolution") which does a lovely Earl Grey with honey flavoured balls.

I once squirted super glue in my eye. Luckily I was wearing contact lenses and managed to flick my glue covered lens out before blinking.

So no actual pain or damage, but I did get that cool danger slow motion thing and actually saw the spurt of glue arcing upwards and impacting on my lens.

-another great reason to go with Rebecca if it's girl.

And Becky/Beki Allar sounds cute.

Oops. I mean Allar of course.

Stella is lovely, but Stella Aller? Likewise Lou Aller (Louella) would be rather unfortunate.

I think you need long consonant heavy name like Lawrence, Matthew, Rebecca or Elizabeth.

Or if Cass ceases to be an issue Cassienne.

Pooka, beautiful.

Rogan, HOT.

McMahon, so very, very cute.

And here is me in a (slightly wanky) author photo.

I know what you mean, there is a term, sort of means high drama like "Shakespearian" but not as clunky. But to be honest even if i could remember it i'd council against it way way too pedantic.

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Grand guignol? sp?

Generally very healthy. No snack foods or refined carbohydrates, about 8 servings of fresh fuit and veg a day and lots of fish and legumes.

About once a week I go hardcore on mayonaise, cream cheese, pastry or large amounts of red meat. And I have salt on everything as I get terrible muscle cramps otherwise.

Basically I eat what I want, when I want to eat it.

Well I've considered her whore ever since she slept with Dean while he was married.

Is that new stuff from the Port Hills, Ben? It's a freakin' winner!

Bit of a pity the fence posts aren't a little brighter and sharper though.

Are there more like this?

But, I seem to be the only vegetarian who dosn't miss bacon. The smell of it makes me gag.

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I'm the same with pork, but oddly enough love bacon and ham.

Mango and bacon for breakfast today, yum.

Well... he puns alot.

Meaner is naturally gregarious, energetic and lacks a sense of shame.

I dread to imagine what he'd be like drunk.

You'll move with him, then? How far away is it?

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Nah, I won't be moving. I'm in the final year of a Fine Arts degree and can't transfer.

The job is up in Wellington, which is a very short and cheap plane ride away. I can quite happily live with him moving away (as long as I don't think that the alternative would have been me living with him right now), it's the not knowing whether he's going or not that bugs me.

I'll probably go live with him next year and work, then move back to Christchurch to do Honors.

Meaner (poor misguided soul) doesn't imbibe, but I'll back you all the way.

Best fun I had this summer? Floating in the sea at Golden Bay, in an inflatable dinghy, drinking Monteith's Summer Ale with one of my best mates, while mocking our friends attepmts to storm the boat and nick our beer.

In Febuary my boyfriend found out had a chance to get a really good job, doing the kind of stuff he enjoys, for great money. In another city.

Which was shit because we all set to move into together.

Of course I encouraged him to go for it, found the bright side of the situation and all that, but living the last few months not knowing if, or when, he was going to move away has been pretty hard.

Worst of all it manifested as a kind of creeping lethergy that's made me avoid interacting with other people. So I've been posting even less that usual here.

But I've turned the corner. Laurie had his interview last Friday and should hear from them this week, and then I'll know, and whatever happens it will be OK. And I'll be posting here all the damn time.

Toasted wholemeal bread, hummus, fresh spinach and mild blue cheese for me today.

Pooks, you're not alone. I generally 10pm-6am on weeknights, 1 or 2am to 8am in the weekend.

If I don't get 8 hours a night regularly, I become an irritable, weeping mess and start having dreams when I'm awake.

Uh, I guess it would be point fighting. You wear body padding, fight for three one minute rounds, only hits to the pads allowed, points awarded if you strike the other person wuth enough force to move them backward.

Cheers Ben. I might also have a grading soon- palm strike board break!

Towards each other, hands almost perpendicular.

Happy Birthday Tim

Complete (sober) public nudity sounds like a worthwhile aim to me.

  you and me buddy :D The photoi actaully brigs back memories of going to the karate grading of my friend like when I was 9-10-11ish or so...and his mum made vegemite doorstops, that neither he nor I liked haha. And thats all I really remember, I just remember having fun hanging out, watching him do his thing, seeing some guys doing gradings with nun-chucks etc etc. And I guess I could see enjoying your kendo the same way! It's been so long since I sat in a stand and supported the sporting pursuits of anyone I know! Thats it, seeya soon charlie :D

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Hmmm...I'm planning on entering the kung fu tournament this year. You could come watch that.