Thursday, June 21, 2007

Don't Count Your Chickens Before They Hatch

So I was thinking about making cupcakes, and for some reason I started thinking:
"eeew. there's eggs in cake batter. gross... wait... why don't I like eggs again?..."

I was sitting there trying to remember what it was that put me off eggs this time. I have this thing where if I think about where eggs come from I can't eat them for a while. It happens from time to time, but I couldn't remember why it was happening this time. And then I remembered the dream!

I had a dream that these hens were laying eggs without shells. Lots of them! They were just sitting there pooping out piles and piles of slimy yolk sack. It was really disgusting. I'm even feeling a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

Needless to say, I will not be eating eggs for a while.

Also I think I'm having issues regarding the title of this post which is manifesting itself in disturbing cliche-metaphor dreamscapes.

I've got to go get some egg-replacer for the cake batter.

A Feast For The Eyes

I've recently discovered that I am highly affected by people moving in synchronicity whilst wearing brightly coloured clothing. The video for Feist's 1-2-3-4 makes my eyes kinda misty.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Let The Acid Test Begin

The Choir Practice have gone psychedelic! At least for one night...

Lastnight's show was such an amazing assault of over the top colour and pattern! The Choir Practice is a really fun great band to watch and listen to! They always choose a theme to unite the sometimes dozen members and it works so well. If you ever get a chance to see them, I highly recommend it! They also have a record out on Mint Records, so if you're so inclined you can purchase it and listen to it everyday as you don your psychedelic cult robe and drink your Electric Kool-Aid.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

... So Are The Days...

Scandalous updates on the soap opera family:

Grandma has isolated the cursed jewels and given them to Dad for safe keeping. She's doing much better, even sleeping through the night. But Dad's luck has taken a turn for the worse! Oh no! Will he escape the clutches of the evil magic mojo? He must dispose of the jewels. It's the only way!

My uncle is gay! His secret double life has been exposed! I always suspected. He has this je ne sais quoi about him. And Sarrinnen tulip chairs! But get this! He's married to a witch! And he's being haunted by the evilest of evil goblins! They appear at the foot of his bed whilst he sleeps and torment him with creepy faces and quick movements.

I would die. srsly.

So, up until now there has been some speculation about the alleged haunting of my Gran. My Dad was going to put a tape recorder in the house to record her "conversations" with the spirit world, because he needs to know once and for all. Is Grandma really being haunted or is she going crazy? Either way, we must know. But now with the news of my Uncle's encounters with the underworld, it sort of adds a little heft to the reality of said haunting.

I think it might be a combination of the crazy and the haunting. Grandma once told me that she "used to be psychic" but that she stopped when she started to see things that she didn't like. She never told me what those bad things were, but they were probably so repressed that she wouldn't have been able to conjure them if she wanted. My theory is that all the bad things that she foresaw as a psychic are coming true and it's too much for her little head to handle!

Stay tuned...

Thursday, June 7, 2007


Hi. My name is April, and I'm a shopaholic.

Sometimes I like to refer to it as retail therapy. A solution to a bad day at work, or a rainy day. Who am I trying to justify this erratic spending to? Myself probably. Shane thinks it's just a product of gender. I am a girl, therefore I like stuff. He does this imitation of being a girl that is kind of embarrassing. But only because it's true! He repeats "MORE! MORE! MORE!" whilst pantomiming a scooping motion with his arms. It's pretty funny. He gets this maniacal look on his face and his eyes bug out so much I think they're going to pop out of his head!

It mostly works as a form of therapy, but that moment of glee is just that. A moment. But I crave it like a junkie. I can't wait for my next fix! Now that I've discovered the joys of online shopping, I can experience the rush 24 hours a day! I'm kidding. Kinda.

This last month has seen over a dozen items purchased on Etsy which presents me with another rush... getting mail!!! My house is going to look fantastic once I have all this new artwork framed and put up! I'm also disguising this particular strain of online shopping as "good karma". I'm a seller on Etsy, so I should support the community! Right? Right.

These are some framed postcards from APAK that hang above the towels in my bathroom. It's my favourite room in the house (one of our walls is a window!) so I thought it fitting that these prints go in there. APAK are my first true loves of Etsy!

This one is from Oh My Cavalier, and it looks perfect in that little corner!

These are the prints which have yet to be framed. Two from APAK and "Hello May" from Ashleyg. I've just ordered "Hello June" and "For the Birds" from her as well. I was absolutely stunned by the quality of her prints!
But then I thought of all my friends who are artists and how I haven't bought anything from them... lookout kids. If I haven't already contacted you, I will in the future.

My new photo from Mr. Todd Duym. I can't wait to get my hands on you, little gnomes!!!

But wait! There's more! I shopped at a store that condones usage of sweatshop labor. You have to find balance within all this ethical handmade nonsense. It's just not right. I paid low, low prices for all these beautiful printed summer dresses! And then they gave me a discount because I bought so much.
I felt dirty.

But look at the pretty colours!!! weeeeeeeeeeeeee.
I feel better now.

What will today bring? Or tomorrow?
Will my pocketbook evaporate? Stay tuned.

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Pan's Labyrinth

So I finally saw Pan's Labyrinth. I wanted to see it ages ago, but I thought it to be too goth for my other, so we didn't see it until now. When we rented it from the video store, the clerk exclaimed, "Oh! You're going on an adventure with this one! But it's also one of the most violent films I'd ever seen." Okay. First of all, can you say nerd? Secondly, ummmm... say what?
"How violent could a fairytale be?" I wondered, knowing full well that fairytales are often violent before Disney gets their mitigating little hands on them. Yet still, I wondered.

I watched the movie with a pillow over my face for several of the scenes involving the soldiers of the Spanish Civil War. It was a bit too graphic for me. I really don't need to see someone's face smashed in with a bottle. Up close. With amazingly lifelike special effects. Or someone getting their face ripped open. Up close. With amazingly lifelike special effects. Or the end result of a particularly fruitful torture session simulated with amazingly lifelike makeup effects. I mean, I like violence as much as the next guy, but there are certain things that I'll never be able to watch. This movie had all of them.

It's not the movie I was expecting, but all in all I liked it. Two thumbs up! I liked the ambiguity of the story and how the two realities were juxtaposed so that you never really know which was the true reality. Was Ofelia just a delusional child escaping the harsh reality of life by creating her own fairytale? Or was she really the lost soul of the princess of the underworld?

Tinkerbell knows the truth.
Do you believe in fairies?

Friday, June 1, 2007

No Paparazzi

My family is just so paranoid of the paparazzi these days.

my auntie

my mum

my grandma