Doododoo... I told myself I would get to page twenty of my new novel by morning, but based on current speeds, that probably isn't going to be happening. I mean, I've only been at it for three hours and gotten a page and a half. I'm on eighteen now, but I don't have the energy to keep going for the next three it would take to get to twenty.
My god, I have such a writer's block right now... I need school again so that I can write when I'm s'posed to be working.
~DJ
Friday, August 22, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
My Insanely Long Holiday
Right-io, people. Ready to hear about my holiday? If you're not, I suggest you piss off, because that's going to be today's insanely long blog post. Insanely long.
The first four days, before the cruise--any comments on that and I'll kill you--we stayed in Roma, in a hotel with a faulty air conditioner. We saw the Spanish Steps, which used to lead to the Spanish Embassy or something; the Colosseum, named after the colossal statue of Nero that once stood by it, and the Rush of the Street Vendors, where in the unlicensed vendors of Rome pick up their goods and book it before the police confiscate their wares. I also had the benefit of seeing the Pantheon; truly, Hadrian was a great architect. Also got to see that enormous fountain of Poseidon. Good grief that thing's frickin' ginormous. I did throw ten euro cent in, though.
After Roma, we got on the cruise ship--I swear, I will do it--and went to the first stop, a place called Monte Carlo; heard of it? Of course, my parental units decided it would be fun to take a local bus up to a village set atop the cliff, and of course, we managed to mess that up, and ended up halfway to Nice before they realised that this was indeed an adventure, a word I reserve for when things go horribly wrong.
It was a relief to get away from Monoco; they're just too close to France for my liking. But what was more exciting was that it was to Firenze and Pisa. Now, all Pisa has to its name is a badly-made tower, but Florence has the David. I know! I saw it myself. And got a lovely postcard for Meggles while I was at it. I think that as an artist and friend of Kibbles and Bits, she will see the hilarity in this postcard.
After Firenze--which did indeed feel burning hot, we got to go someplace even hotter; Pompeii, friends, is deathly hot with little shade and an obscene amount of bench-areas in the sun. On the other hand, it was gorgeous. Napoli, though, was just as any other person who's been there will tell you: Not Pretty. Malesh.
After a lovely, lazy day at sea, I finally got my first sight of Greece, a place where the culture is old and it's not going to change, dammit. I'll be frank; I had to walk in donkey crap. They've got them going up the hills, and it's all over. The town of Santorini made up for it, I suppose. It was really very hot which made it hard to enjoy anything.
Kusadasi, Turkey was the most interesting port, in my opinion. Well... maybe not... But it was quite exciting. First we went to the house where Mary lived her last few years (rather boring) and then we got to see the old town of Ephesus. By god, that town had the most majestic library I've ever seen. Also got to see Roman lavatories, where people talked when they didn't have time for the baths.
We also got to visit the (destroyed) Temple of Artemis. Isn't a shame what people destroy for their religious sensibilities?
Also; I bought a small hookah. It's pretty and sitting on my bookshelf as I type. I won't make use of it, of course...yet.
After the insanity of Kusadasi, the quiet town of Mykonos (back in Greece) and the chance to just wander it was wonderful. I was puzzled however, by a square that had four churches within a stone's throw.
The general madness returned when we went to Athens. From the port we walked to the metro, something that I got used to right off, my family; not so much. In either case, we proceeded to the once-grand Temple of Zeus, by Hadrian's arch. It was a truly grand structure, even in ruins.
Unfortunately, after the temple was an exausting walk up to the Acropolis, the highest point in the city. I got to see the Parthenon; totally different from the Pantheon, as anybody interested in languages could figure out. The Parthenon is a temple to Athena and Poseidon, who fought to have the city named after them or some such. I also got to see the sacred olive tree, supposedly the same one that Athena gave the city. Oh; and I got Ned a set of worry beads. Figured he of all people could use them.
After the dirty grandeur of Athens, Kotakolon and Olympia were almost uninspiring. But to tell the truth, there's not much left to the original Olympic stadium. I ran across it, though.
The penultimate stop on our trip was Corfu, where we mostly sat on a rocky beach and the rest of the family played in the Med. I don't like getting wet. But the island was gorgeous.
The last stop on our crazy Mediterranean trip was Venezia, the city of canals that's sinking into the sea. The Piazza San Marco and accompanying basilica were the first places we went. It's large. It's got a clock tower with a lion on it. It's usually got some sort of music playing in it somewhere, and by god there were so many pigeons in that city... I hate pigeons. They're dirty birds; even got the word 'pig' right in their name! Serves them right to have the Venetians serving them birth control in the pigeon feed.
I bought a beautiful mask in Venice; it would have almost been stupid not to. I've got it on my wall with a cape and it looks marvelous.
We almost got the chance to go see Murano, where all the pretty glass if made, but we ran out of time. The glass was sold all over the city so I got to see some.
Now to complete this lesson, some Language; Mediterranean. Med-Middle, terran-Earth. The Mediterranean is the middle of the world (or at least it was.)
~DJ
The first four days, before the cruise--any comments on that and I'll kill you--we stayed in Roma, in a hotel with a faulty air conditioner. We saw the Spanish Steps, which used to lead to the Spanish Embassy or something; the Colosseum, named after the colossal statue of Nero that once stood by it, and the Rush of the Street Vendors, where in the unlicensed vendors of Rome pick up their goods and book it before the police confiscate their wares. I also had the benefit of seeing the Pantheon; truly, Hadrian was a great architect. Also got to see that enormous fountain of Poseidon. Good grief that thing's frickin' ginormous. I did throw ten euro cent in, though.
After Roma, we got on the cruise ship--I swear, I will do it--and went to the first stop, a place called Monte Carlo; heard of it? Of course, my parental units decided it would be fun to take a local bus up to a village set atop the cliff, and of course, we managed to mess that up, and ended up halfway to Nice before they realised that this was indeed an adventure, a word I reserve for when things go horribly wrong.
It was a relief to get away from Monoco; they're just too close to France for my liking. But what was more exciting was that it was to Firenze and Pisa. Now, all Pisa has to its name is a badly-made tower, but Florence has the David. I know! I saw it myself. And got a lovely postcard for Meggles while I was at it. I think that as an artist and friend of Kibbles and Bits, she will see the hilarity in this postcard.
After Firenze--which did indeed feel burning hot, we got to go someplace even hotter; Pompeii, friends, is deathly hot with little shade and an obscene amount of bench-areas in the sun. On the other hand, it was gorgeous. Napoli, though, was just as any other person who's been there will tell you: Not Pretty. Malesh.
After a lovely, lazy day at sea, I finally got my first sight of Greece, a place where the culture is old and it's not going to change, dammit. I'll be frank; I had to walk in donkey crap. They've got them going up the hills, and it's all over. The town of Santorini made up for it, I suppose. It was really very hot which made it hard to enjoy anything.
Kusadasi, Turkey was the most interesting port, in my opinion. Well... maybe not... But it was quite exciting. First we went to the house where Mary lived her last few years (rather boring) and then we got to see the old town of Ephesus. By god, that town had the most majestic library I've ever seen. Also got to see Roman lavatories, where people talked when they didn't have time for the baths.
We also got to visit the (destroyed) Temple of Artemis. Isn't a shame what people destroy for their religious sensibilities?
Also; I bought a small hookah. It's pretty and sitting on my bookshelf as I type. I won't make use of it, of course...yet.
After the insanity of Kusadasi, the quiet town of Mykonos (back in Greece) and the chance to just wander it was wonderful. I was puzzled however, by a square that had four churches within a stone's throw.
The general madness returned when we went to Athens. From the port we walked to the metro, something that I got used to right off, my family; not so much. In either case, we proceeded to the once-grand Temple of Zeus, by Hadrian's arch. It was a truly grand structure, even in ruins.
Unfortunately, after the temple was an exausting walk up to the Acropolis, the highest point in the city. I got to see the Parthenon; totally different from the Pantheon, as anybody interested in languages could figure out. The Parthenon is a temple to Athena and Poseidon, who fought to have the city named after them or some such. I also got to see the sacred olive tree, supposedly the same one that Athena gave the city. Oh; and I got Ned a set of worry beads. Figured he of all people could use them.
After the dirty grandeur of Athens, Kotakolon and Olympia were almost uninspiring. But to tell the truth, there's not much left to the original Olympic stadium. I ran across it, though.
The penultimate stop on our trip was Corfu, where we mostly sat on a rocky beach and the rest of the family played in the Med. I don't like getting wet. But the island was gorgeous.
The last stop on our crazy Mediterranean trip was Venezia, the city of canals that's sinking into the sea. The Piazza San Marco and accompanying basilica were the first places we went. It's large. It's got a clock tower with a lion on it. It's usually got some sort of music playing in it somewhere, and by god there were so many pigeons in that city... I hate pigeons. They're dirty birds; even got the word 'pig' right in their name! Serves them right to have the Venetians serving them birth control in the pigeon feed.
I bought a beautiful mask in Venice; it would have almost been stupid not to. I've got it on my wall with a cape and it looks marvelous.
We almost got the chance to go see Murano, where all the pretty glass if made, but we ran out of time. The glass was sold all over the city so I got to see some.
Now to complete this lesson, some Language; Mediterranean. Med-Middle, terran-Earth. The Mediterranean is the middle of the world (or at least it was.)
~DJ
Been a while...
I'm baaack! I know you all missed snippets of my terribly exciting life; but, what's this?! A European holiday?! You will all receive the details of this place after I sleep off jet lag.
~DJ
~DJ
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Worthless Human. Thing.
I am useless, and I think I'm rather fond of it. My average day includes twelve hours sleep, three hours eating at the last nine hours watching anime online/playing video games/maybe writing. What a wonderful existence I live. Dash it all, I hope I can make myself do something when the time comes.
~DJ
~DJ
Here and Away Again
Today, my Jap'nese luncheon box came in the post--from Jap'n, I might add. Finding the package, I suddenly remembered my poor, neglected blog. You all missed me, right? Right? Riiiiight. You people won't even pay the comment tax! You're all illegal blog-readers! I take that back. Henry and and Ned are good. You two are legal.
In any case, worthless internet addicts, I am about to go on a very long holiday, an entire fortnight, abroad in Italy.
Look at me, the international traveler, ja?! I've spent summer in Jap'n--and become subsequently addicted to it's culture--and I'm off to Italy! Now to complete things, I cannot decide which country to settle in. New Zealand is the current destination. Great weather, English speaking and they filmed Lord of the Rings there. What more do I need?! We're talking about the film Lord of the Rings here, people!
Kiwis aside, because I love you all so much (and will be intensely bored in aeroplane rides and such) I will record my lengthy adventure (Adventure, noun, meaning; adult slang: Any outing that has gone intensely wrong) abroad for you in actual writing form. I will then type it all up for you ungrateful plebeians and post it on my emaciated blog. Happy, Ned?
~DJ
In any case, worthless internet addicts, I am about to go on a very long holiday, an entire fortnight, abroad in Italy.
Look at me, the international traveler, ja?! I've spent summer in Jap'n--and become subsequently addicted to it's culture--and I'm off to Italy! Now to complete things, I cannot decide which country to settle in. New Zealand is the current destination. Great weather, English speaking and they filmed Lord of the Rings there. What more do I need?! We're talking about the film Lord of the Rings here, people!
Kiwis aside, because I love you all so much (and will be intensely bored in aeroplane rides and such) I will record my lengthy adventure (Adventure, noun, meaning; adult slang: Any outing that has gone intensely wrong) abroad for you in actual writing form. I will then type it all up for you ungrateful plebeians and post it on my emaciated blog. Happy, Ned?
~DJ
Friday, July 18, 2008
Scary Solstice
Enough about crazy Japanese luncheons. I have located a copy of A Very Scary Solstice by those tupping amazing people down at the HP Lovecraft Historical Society. They are like heroes or something. Scary solstices aside (There's two volumes of Lovecraft'd carols) the CD version of Shoggoth on the Roof has me positively quaking, though it is truly questionable whether from fear or giggles.
I have a personal love of the song, If I Were A Deep One allegedly by Old Man Marsh.
'If I were a Deep One,
blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub!
All day long I'd swim a'neath the sea, if I were a Deep One!
Terrify the tourists,
blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub blub!
If I were an icky, icky fish scaly slippery frog-eyed kind of man...'
We all want that, and you know it.
~DJ
Monday, July 14, 2008
Jap'n foods
The Japanese people have the weirdest lunches ever. I found this site; Bento Box and through it some of the things Japanese people use to make bento lunch boxes.
I have only this to say: It is a strange and wonderful culture indeed where one can purchase cocktail wiener shapers, cup noodle mugs that one can actually make cup noodle in, Hello Kitty pancake molds and--best for last--Hello Kitty boiled egg shapers. You can use them for onigiri too, if you're keen to.
On the side (from bottom to top 'cos I'm BA that way) is a penguin cocktail wiener cutter, fruity-lookin' mayonnaise holder-thingies, the promised Hello Kitty boiled-egg shaper and the bento box I plan on begging my da to buy.
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