14 December 2011

Hobbit Countdowns.

Today marks one year till The Hobbit's release.  Don't have the luxury of growing a beard and being a miscellaneous dwarf to the premiere?  Never fear!  I have prepared some costumes to celebrate the coming of Bilbo.

Dressing as Gollum is super fun.  Tape half-cooked spaghetti to a vaguely beige head covering.  Then precede to creep around looking disaffected.  I have chosen to carry a fish related product for extra shire-cred.

Smaug's treasure is under appreciated in the world of Middle Earth.  This costume is all about empathy.  Imagine the embarrassment of being upstaged by a scrawny ring!  Tape silverware, jewellery and things which shine to body.  To convince yourself of intrinsic and narrative worth mutter the motivation adage; I AM preccioouuuusssss.  The Oscar I am holding was actually won by the LOTR crew a few years back.  Every New Zealander got one.

365 days till second breakfast!  Mucho excitement.

8 December 2011

Bedroom Adornments. Op Shop Crawl HELP.

As creepy as it sounds I always ask to see people's bedroom when I visit their place of residence.  What someone adorns their personal space with is a weird insight into their mind.  It's always excellent to know people better.  The following are snippets of my room.  Please share yours.

I imagine the picture on the top left is the view from Lennie and George's farm.   It's actually a  British landscape.   In my head, at least, the dream of the rabbits lives on.  

Photographs.  Aren't I artistic?

Op Shop art.  Pensive velvet-suited children are the best.

Sarah Larnach's album art for Liam Finn and Ladyhawke.  Watercolours, kittens and beards.  Oh My.

50c from Butterflies Hospice Op Shop.  I call it 'Romanian Dancing Girls'.  Take note of Emerald City in the background.

Engineered Valentine.  Organisation of such things diminishes any romance.

By Rachel Hirabayashi

Queen Liz blackboard which gives me inspiration. 

The Monkey.   

My Grandmother's HOMEMADE SPAGHETTI.  Which I can unreservedly say to be the best sustenance.  Ever.

Op Shop kitten.  I legitimately used it as motivation to study.   

Groovy old sheets and card from artistic, zany cousin.

Dear blog readers, I am in need of assistance.
My totally awesome best friend is organising an Op Shop Crawl.
An OSC works on the same principle as a Pub Crawl.  Except with second hand stores and cooler people.
To maximise the epic fun times their will be rules during the Crawl.
Existing guidelines include:
  • Soundtrack for the crawl must be from an op shop.  Extra points for a musician with a perm.
  • The participants in the Crawl must begin the day with t-shirt and shorts.  They must end the day with fabulous and hipster attire.  
  • The 'Your Pants' game must be played in the literature section of each Op Shop visited in the Crawl.  The game consists of adding 'your pants' to the end of a book title.  This makes the title instantly more humorous.  For example: 'A River Ran out of Eden - in Your Pants'.
Your bodacious, creative and inspired contributions to the rules would be most welcome.

2 December 2011

Collective Post. There will be subtitles.

I had plans for an analytical political round up.  An angsty tantrum foiled such plans.  Debating and discussing the  opinions you have spent time forming is something to thrive on.  This blog doesn't seem the best forum for such debates.  It also takes a lot of effort to intelligently write on important matters.  A National government was expected.  I am not a member of the John Key fan club.  He is not a leader that promotes compromise.  Congratulations must go to the Greens.  Let's hope for positive, tangible change from them. 

Today is my final day of being 17.  Last year I regrettably missed the opportunity to obsessively sing '16 going on 17'.   The 2nd of December will not go to waste; I intend to spend it with Stevie Nicks 'On the Edge of Seventeen'.  Are your irony sensors singing?  I am the eligible age to vote exactly a week after the General Election.  Blarghf.

Second Hand Gems.
A spontaneous holiday to Dunedin heralded a jackpot.  The op shops were kind.  I will show ze clothing when I wear it.

Mother dear spotted these on the way out of Re-Store.  $10

Someone said 60's bowling bags.  I'm in a glass case of emotions.
Published in 1938.

I only purchased this to look at.  I wonder if it is disrespectful to all the learning books offer.   

This movie.  An action film shot like art house.  Dialogue, fake blood and music (listen) were used sparingly and precisely.  The hands did cover the face during the violence BUT IT WAS WORTH IT.  Shots of the driving were such a pleasure to watch.  I even liked the tacky font used.  Also, Ryan Gosling.  I command ye to watch'th it.

Finished reading 'Dewey: The Small Town Library Cat who Touched the World'.  I have no issue with gratuitous talk of kitties so I found it enjoyable.  And Mr John Green read out the second chapter of TFIOS.  Have I mentioned 'The Fault in Our Stars'?  TheFaultinOurStarsTheFaultinOurStarsTheFaultinOurStars.  7-21 business days after January the 10th baby. 

Summer reading brings happiness.

Previous post clarification.
Let me translate.  Blue hair does not mean Ramona Flowers.  It means the tips will be semi-permanently blue.  I apologise for the lack of bad assery.  The eating of stone fruit is far less philosophical than it sounds.  Apricots, nectarines, peaches and cherries are abundant in my corner of the universe.  Though I suppose to 'eat stone fruit' could also be interpreted as expanding ones mind through the consumption of difficult and hard to understand stone-like ideas.  Yeaahh.

Surprise Study Break.
This is what a friend did for me.  No words.