Looney convention at work

Some days you get the feeling you should have stayed at home.

Like saturday. When working behind a counter you do see a lot of different people, and some of them are less pleasant than others.
Some, however, really stands out.

Like Mr. Glitterpants last saturday.
An old druggie, doped beyond consciousness on who knows what. In the course of probably half an hour, he tried to buy chocolate and candy several times, and inbetween each time he forgot that he didn't have any money. Every time he came up to the counter, he would rummage through his black and silver glittery THIGHTS for some cash, including underneath his nuts AND on his behind.

Disturbingly gross, I tell you. And every time the same, oh damn I've lost my wallet excuse, and then browse the shop some more and return to the counter with something else.

Did I mention he also had a bag of garbage that he put out on the floor? One broken glass bottle, a couple of paper cups and whatnot. He did pick it up again, and then stomping on the glass bottle, breaking it into tiny pieces.
When I offered to throw the bag, he rummaged through it again, looking for something I don't think even he knew what was.

Oh, and he tried to pay for two tea bags also. Where he got them, I had no idea, but they weren't ours. I, of course, told him he could have them and he was very thankful. The same sequence repeated itself when he came back with a half eaten pear.

Oh man... that was one loony man, that's for sure.

See???

As seen on Break.com

This is EXACTLY the same sign we saw on our way from Prestwick airport to Glasgow!

Nighttime ponderings

Boller by ~Ceirwynn on deviantART

First I will taunt Karla with this photo of boller because she wrote about her obsession with them today, making me crave some too, and not really feeling like making some (with all that rising and resting, it takes forever to get the perfect boller!). I, of course, have no problem understanding her obsession at all. Boller are the perfect comfort snack. I blame it on the cardamum.

I'm up and awake. I shouldn't be. It's 4.15 a.m and I am totally, utterly crappily awake. And it's not coffee, I swear. That would usually be the reason for why I would be awake at this hour, but not now.
And no one's online (huge shocker there).

I could, naturally, go back to bed, but why twist and turn when I can be entertained here?

Becoming a deviant

I've found a home online for my photos, at deviantart.com.
If you want to visit me, you can find me here. There you can find these photos and more.


Spidey web by ~Ceirwynn on deviantART


Landscape in a box by ~Ceirwynn on deviantART


Light a candle... by ~Ceirwynn on deviantART


Lost in white by ~Ceirwynn on deviantART


Magical dust by ~Ceirwynn on deviantART

The last one is a shot of one of the FIVE new faeries I got yesterday in Sweden. So now my collection has jumped from three to eight dream faeries!
They were on sale, actually, and Love got me them as a graduation gift, seeing we can't afford to go anywhere like we originally intended.
Am I bitter? No, not really. Of course, I'm frustrated that the car eats up all our savings, but if it would have been eaten by other expenses anyway.

There was so much I wanted to blog about today. But somehow I think it got lost inbetween resizing and adjusting photos for deviantart, and not to mention uploading them all.
Please have a look, I've worked so hard on it ;)

A.n.n.o.y.e.d

I'm a teensy tinsy bit annoyed right now. I've been fighting it off for a while now, but today Blogger finally forced me to swap to the new version with the google crap and all. I mean, sure, gmail is very likely not crap and in comparison hotmail is probably a lot crappier, but I.don't.like.being.forced.to.do.anything. It will automatically make me resent it. What do I need labels for? Or another email account when I already have three, one of which I haven't even been able to access because I don't have the password for it (and that's a bit daft because it's my official school email, but hey... forced upon me, so of course I resent that one too)?

And I was in such a cheery mood when I sat down to blog today, gee thanks blogger.
And I've forgotten what I wanted to blog about.

Oh yeah! "Hot Fuzz" ! Love and I saw it last weekend and my abs (haha, they are there somewhere) are still sore from laughing so hard. It's pretty much an absurd action comedy parody, and one of the main characters is a run away swan. How can you not like that? I can't say much else, except it's bloody brilliant (oh yeah, and that IS a cauliflowerheaded old lady Nicholas Angel is roundkicking in that trailer). Ooh, and the Poshmobile's twin is gunned down. Kinda fun seeing all those Rovers there. But it's a British movie after all. Poor Mrs. Bucket.

On another note... That little "exam" I was cramming for last month, I passed! Yay. And the essay on art was handed in on Friday, so that's one module down, one to go.
For the last module, it's a 10 page essay on either an adaptation, a movie/poster or a comparative study of how different artforms influence each other within a time period.
I haven't decided yet, but I have an alternative for each possibility. Either comparing three Cinderella adaptations ("Ever After", "A Cinderella Story" and Disney's version), analyzing Baz Luhrman's "Romeo + Juliet" or the 1910 to 1920 with dada and all the loonies.
I kind of fear the Cinderella one would be very girly and reveal me as the hopeless romantic sucker I am (whereas for now I've always done artsy weird stuff and gained a rep for loving non-mainstream movies, which I also of course do), but then again I've seen those movies so many times.

Spring? No wait, winter! NO! Spring!

I'm still here. Sporadically posting from the whirlwind that is my life at the moment.
Sometimes I have the feeling my life is a car and I'm being dragged by a cable behind it. On a skateboard or something, I can't picture myself running after a car to be honest, and the bum burns I would get from being dragged would be very painful, so let's say I'm on a skateboard behind a car and it's kind of scary, but by now I've already done 24 miles on it and I'm not just scared but also thrilled. But I am no way in control of the car that is my life, it's just rolling on with me hanging behind it. Right now the car is closing in on a crossroad, and it's not sure in which direction to go. On my little skateboard, that's a very frustrating situation, because either way I will be flung along it, maybe with a little curve out on the side of the car, maybe I'll be flung into something or someone else hanging behind their car and... why am I talking of cars anyway? I should be writing applications and my analysis of dada Marcel Duchamp and his bachelorette, but my brain is in a panicky state that makes it hard to think straight. It's kind of therapeutic to rant about it. Me and General Rants, we're good buddies, you know. And the more I write, the less insane I feel. I'm sure we all have days like these, were we go "Huh? Was that my car doing that U-turn?" and we feel like we've tumbled off our skateboards and we're running as fast as we can to catch up, but to no avail.

Skateboards are dumb anyway. Bruises and broken bones. Don't need those. I bump into enough stuff at work as it is.

At least I've come to terms with loosing Pinky. I know we did everything we could, and reading up on similar cases online showed me that there wasn't much hope for her in the first place in that situation. Very bad luck, but it does happen. Small animals handle critical illnesses worse than larger animals, very much the same as a fever is more serious to a baby than an adult. Pinkst will always have a special place in our hearts.

But speaking of making up your mind, the weather here is also confused. The last couple of weeks have been sunny and warm, but on saturday? 15cm of snow! And now it's back to the spring-ish stuff again. *shakes her head* Make up your mind already, it's enough having one of us confused!

In a month's time I will have finished my last assignment and I will officially be done with my bachelor degree. It's time to get serious. I need work, and I need it very soon. We also want to finally buy our own apartment and move out of this one. Spidey-season is upon us again and this year it seems worse than last year. Frikkin big hairy things! --------------------- this is the actual size of them. I found one in the sink today and poured the rest of my hot coffee over it. I can handle tiny ones, the --- ones that you can squish without squealing, but those large ones? The ones that really crunch when you squish them? Oh my goodness... I feel the very primal urge to scream and run away, and I have to calm myself down after disposing of them because I freak out so much. And how come they love the sink so much anyway? It's a very bad spidey place to be, because I usually have hot stuff to pour when I get anyway near it. I'm offering you a temporary deal, spideys, you can stay as long as you stay out of my sight, my food, my bed and my clothes, and not to mention, off my body. As long as these conditions are met, you can stay as long as you like.

I still would like to move out though. And get a new TV. Our old one is acting funny, AGAIN, and we suspect it won't last long. The Piglet that is me is of course terrified it will catch on fire, and would have chucked it out immediately if it hadn't been for the fact that we can't afford a new one. Along with the microwave that went poof the other day, there's also the vacuumer that is being lazy and making a louder noise than usual when working, and the Poshmobile that has new antics every day. She now has new brakes all around, because the old ones were crap, but that meant even more expenses in a short period of time that has seen enough expenses already, really.

Bah. All the bumps in the road. Skateboards are bad with bumps. Well, better keep hanging on then.