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Wednesday, August 1st, 2007
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it's been quite some time and mostly i've just been existing, just another entity washing spider ghosts down the plug hole and listening to waves in sea shells. some one once told me my words were like finger paintings, but the paint is running low and im groping hopelessly at the bottom of the cup, trying to catch hold of a smudge of ocre or coal. starting to look just a little bit like one of the soft swinging spider ghosts on their long dangle threads, trying not to get washed away with the babies and the bath water and the hair and the toenail clippings.
i made some amazing muffins today.
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I'll tell you a better story than
'Little Kay of the skates'
Or 'The Snow Ghost'
He tore off some tender new tips and
Rubbed them on his hands
Until the air was filled with the sharp smell
Just tore off some tender new tips
The afternoon wind struck him and
Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt
Shoot shoot!
He came in his breeches and his shirt
The tail was flying out behind him
He stood there, looking up at me
Like a wild-eyed cow moose
Surprised in the sheriff's only cornfield
Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt
Shoot shoot!
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Saturday, April 28th, 2007
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and not just for any old thing, i had a dream i was baking lamingtons and scones with my nan like i used to when i stayed with her as a kid, i could ... smell it. see the glossy beaten eggs, feel the flour ...i actually cried when i woke up, i miss her so dearly. but now i have prolly my first solid real craving i've ever had in my life, all those other times i've said "im really craving ..." has been an utter lie!
sigh, posting recipes i cant even afford to make will have to do untill we go shopping [prays it's today and not tomorrow]
[b]A quick and easy scone recipe, using lemonade:[/b]
[i]trust me, this NEVER fails, ever. it's been passed down to me and i intend to teach emily how to make em to ... i served this with home made rhubarb champagne and freshly made strawberry jam one year - needless to say, i was miss popularity ^~[/i]
Ingredients:
1 cup of lemonade
1 cup of cream
3 cups of self-raising flour
Preheat oven to 220C, really quite hot - need that instant WOOSH of heat to set them off
Add lemonade and cream to flour, mix to form soft dough, then place mixture on floured surface.
Knead dough to a 2 cm thickness and cut with a floured cutter.
Place close together on tray, brush with whisked egg and bake for 10 - 15 minutes.
[b]Secondly, my favourite lamingtons recipe:[/b]
[i]this works best, if you make the cake the day before and it's really cool as a warm cake will crumble in the icing. so be patient, you should be able to do it in the same afternoon ;) why afternoon? well ... what better time to bake lamingtons![/i]
the cake:
3 eggs
1/2 cup castor sugar
3/4 cup self-raising flour
1/4 cup cornflour
15g (1/2oz) butter
3 tablespoons hot water
Beat eggs until thick and creamy. Gradually add sugar. Continue beating until sugar completely dissolved.
Fold in sifted SR flour and cornflour, then combined water and butter.
Pour mixture into prepared lamington tins 18cm x 28cm (7in x 11in).
Bake in moderate oven approximately 30 mins.
Let cake stand in pan for 5 min before turning out onto wire rack.
the icing:
3 cups desiccated coconut
500g (1lb) icing sugar
1/3 cup cocoa
(extra cocoa can be added, according to taste)
15g (1/2oz) butter
1/2 cup milk
Sift icing sugar and cocoa into heatproof bowl and stir in butter and milk. Stir over a pan of hot water until icing is smooth and glossy [like, a beautiful oil shine to the surface]
Cut into 16 un-even pieces and holding each piece on a fork, dip each cake into icing.
Hold over bowl a few minutes to drain off excess chocolate [yeah right] Toss in coconut or sprinkle to coat and then place on oven tray to set [dont put them in the fridge! eat em while they still have that cool yet warm, freshly baked quality to em]
[b]BARON LAMINGTON[/b]
Rt Hon Charles Wallace Alexander Napier Cochrane Baillie, Baron Lamington, GCMG, Governor of Queensland from 9 April 1896 to 19 December 1901.
Whilst the origin of the name for the lamington cake cannot be accurately established, there are several theories. One of these theories is that it was originally the slang term for the homburg hat, worn by Baron Lamington, and these cakes were named for him.
Another theory is that they were named after Lady Lamington, the wife of the Governor.
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... and i cant wait for this film to come out :)
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i know posting lyrics is a bit of a wank but [happy sigh] i've had this song spinning for almost 2 hours, i feel like i am living with in the words ... melts all over me like syrup. i think im in love :)
Emily
The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport over the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me, in our window?
There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The yoke, and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below
We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
From that snow in the night time
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been
And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever,
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror
Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in december
I promised you I‘d set them to verse so I'd always remember
That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in
Threw the window wide and cried; Amen! Amen! Amen!
The whole world - stopped - to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening
The lines are fadin' in my kingdom
Though I have never known the way to border 'em in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming downright sickening
In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the night time
Gone healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of the midwife
Who could help me
Who could help me
Help me find my way back in
There are worries where I’ve been
Say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaper
Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I know you better
What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter
Let us go! Though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship towards the morning
Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow, with
Hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up-a their brow
And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now! All my bones are dolorous with vines
Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen -
Loving him, we move within his borders:
Just asterisms in the stars' set order
We could stand for a century
Starin'
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
Joy
Landlocked
In bodies that don't keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Till we don't be
Told; take this
Eat this
Told, the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee
And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
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Wednesday, April 18th, 2007
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sticky in a sticky mood of epic cranky wench proportions this evening. maybe its because am wearing throw rug as skirt ...
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the rest:
Flinky: Not really away.
Do you know Serenity?
Inara is hot ^^
a u r o r a: i am not a fan
i am oft told i should be
almost wish i were.
Flinky: Again not a fan!
Don't get told what you should like
That spoils the fun
a u r o r a: i try not to be :)
i think it must be nice though
to follow suit, yes?
Flinky: Depends on the suit
Think of some Forstmourn players.
Would you follow them?
Flinky: *Frostmourne = P
a u r o r a: hrm, prolly not heh.
am thinking of giving up
might be for the best :)
a u r o r a: [server, not the contest ;) ]
Flinky: Giving up, what the?
You mean not playing with us?
Please please don't say that = (
a u r o r a: well :p not doing much
respecd to no avail, bleh.
2 runs in 2 weeks
a u r o r a: grinding in resto!
pain beyond pain! oh my stars.
not panning out well ;)
Flinky: Don't do that Billie!
Never fear lacking a tank
I'll take hits for you!
a u r o r a: :D i am thankful!
but, so long at a stand still ...
perhaps just a break.
Flinky: To be honest though
I look for you late at night
And lack a Sihu
Flinky: While playing this is
Not a problem outside wow
But no wow, no run
a u r o r a: i poke my head in
sometimes, it's only nodice
oh! the horror .... oh
a u r o r a: my timing is bad
perhaps it is all my fault ;)
never would admit it
Flinky: Nah its not your fault,
Alpha just doesn't play like us.
Midday or late - Empty
Flinky: And hell, 8 syllables. My comforting has made lose T.T
a u r o r a: [quiet snicker]
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for those on the other night when my friend from fm payed a visit, this is him and me ...epic haiku battling this morning
[02:03] a u r o r a: strange bearded man thing
you can not beat me at this
hungry again. damn.
[02:04] Flinky: large gnome sitting here
is not scared of your cheap tricks
you fail little girl
[02:06] a u r o r a: tricksy eh precious?
little girl carries big stick!
oh! i long to poke!
[02:07] Flinky: Threatened with a stick?
Oh you cute teasing lady
I've heard that before
[02:09] a u r o r a: curse you vile hell spawn!
ant in snow, et cetera.
aren't haiku fun :3
[02:10] Flinky: Jesus H dancing Christ
While your mind is very sharp
I think I win this
[02:11] a u r o r a: i thought he tap danced
please be specific, krite?
don't get too cocky.
[02:14] Flinky: hey, holy hamsters!
Haiku history has happened.
Yeah, try and beat that
[02:16] a u r o r a: hamster at dawn, wut?
apple core as weapon. yus.
anzac cookie soon.
[02:16] a u r o r a: DAMNIT
[02:16] a u r o r a: ><
[02:16] a u r o r a: no wait,
[02:16] a u r o r a: oh ho ...
[02:17] a u r o r a: continue :3
[02:18] Flinky: Don't worry, you're safe
Almost broke the haiku chain
But not at this time
[02:18] a u r o r a: face it flinky love
i am simply amazing
epic battle, rage!
[02:19] Flinky: My dear, you are good
While your haikus are top notch
I am clearly win
[02:20] a u r o r a: win?! bah! you wrong me!
epeen will not be stroked. k?
caaaaaan you smell something ... ?
[02:23] Flinky: Oh, I'm liking this
You sure are a worth foe
Try not to sniff there...
[02:24] a u r o r a: my nose? free willed.
though it's findings are oft' gross ...
truffle huner? hrm?
[02:26] Flinky: You mean 'hunter' right?
The shenanigans must pause
'Serenity' ends
[02:27] a u r o r a: afk gnome thing
this nose does not blow it's self
oh joy! phlegm baby.
[will post the rest in a sec, veilo is awake and demanding a fat hot pizza ...]
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Tuesday, April 17th, 2007
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my brother sent me some photo's of his new son [laughs - gods, that feels wonderful to say out loud] at long last.
and here's one of the whole cute little family [michelle (holding jacob) emily, david and a very proud looking big brother, dylan]
heh, and one of dylan playing soccer [my brother is coaching the team! poor kids ...]
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Saturday, April 7th, 2007
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was asked to post boob fetish image again, have feeling am about to be shopped into a part croc, part cacti, part swordfish with comical breasts :3 can still see neato spiderwebs i drew on self ... neeeeeato. inc /shame
not sure which one you mean so :p
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v16/theebella/fetish.jpg
is only one i could think of.
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oh ffs :/ colestock weekend. i forgot it was easter long weekend. hope concert is sex on toast guys <3 if anyone sees this, give love to sunny, cyfase, hornlove and co. enjoy your selves :)
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again! oh, foul accursed wretchedness! heedless, heartless waxing and waining ><; ridiculous spell casting and lurid fucking self gratification in the form of ... text on a screen and hatefull little dots dots dots of something, GODS i'm not even sure of ... oil? grease? self worth? wont shift, can't shift it ... GRARRR ><;
[pant pant pant]
i will send those cookies to the people who asked for them ^^; but house is germy with sick people atm and anthrax cookies are for fails <3
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Wednesday, April 4th, 2007
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At 7:24am today, Wednesday April 4th Jacob Peter Cowell was born to my brother David and sister-in-law Michelle. he was 3.8kg and both mother and baby are doing fine. i'm so very proud and have just finished blubbering to Michael about how happy i am for their little family.
Last night i dreamed i was in Romania, smuggling children out of the country's crumbling health system where hospital wards have become orphanages and people up and abandon their 10 day old babies. This morning i am an aunt again, and it makes me think of this child's past life ... maybe he's been given a second chance.
below is the a quick numerological glance at who he might be
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Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
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i thought i'd return the favour here instead of cluttering your journals :)
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no, i didnt finish it. but im sleepy and fiha needs to go snog her new love interest
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not happy ...
huuuungry ...
purr ...
sif ...
pleased as punch ...
wah ...
wut ...
welcome home little one.
back again ... ish.
[snuffles].
twin pipes ....