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There goes July..

It's the 1st of the month, so happy July all of those inclined to celebrate. I was looking forward to it.. after the last one we had. I mean.. June was ok, nothing terrible happened, overall the usual mix of fun and boring and sucky and kinda cool. It's just that it rained. I don't mean it rained during the month.. I mean it rained all the time. And yes.. I mean literally all the time, every second of every day it rained! ALL THE FUCKING TIME! I mean there were a few breaks of sunshine here and there, a few days when it didn't rain but it was a mix of overcast and sunny and somewhere in between and days where it was all of everything through the day... pretty much every day was like that actually. But apart from that it just rained. All the time. We have looking like it's going to flood to show for it.

I had hopes though. A fresh new month brings a fresh new weather system thingy and this morning we were woken up.. well not really woken up because we put blankets and stuff over the windows to replace our other makeshift curtain system which was flimsier because the sun comes up so early.. but it was sunny, very nice for most of the early part of today.

I thought it meant the curse had been broken. It's July! It's going to be sunny now!

And then evening came and it rained. Just like it did every day in June. Bugger.

What exactly are these "parent" people for anyway?

I have some relatives in the country at the mo.. well, they're always here, this being the land of my blood and all that but I speak of the nuclear version.. ya know, the ones that spawn you, lovingly raise you and all that.. the parents. My parents are in the country. Not THAT YOU'D BLOODY KNOW FROM THEM LIKE.. BOTHERING TO TELL ME OR ANYTHING.. oh no..

well, my mother did bother, finally to email me to tell me she is in České Budějovice from whence they hail.. they've been there a few days after coming back from Croatia. Oh, they were there before but took off again to Croatia with my cousin's family. That is after gallivanting around London and Paris, going on some cruise and Amsterdam and where else who knows...

Now they're "busy" so haven't been able to email me since they got there and there's no point me and Erik going there because there's too many people and nowhere to stay. Nowhere for unimportant "daughter" freaks anyway, it seems.

I'm not bitter or anything.

They're coming to Prague sometime next week and might be able to meet with me if they're not too busy with socializing with all the people they're going to have to visit while here, so I should consider myself lucky. I mean some people.. oh whatever.. so long as they brought stuff, everything's cool.

Oh that cruise?

The one I went on yesterday? I was fun. It rained most of the night. Lots of food but we had to pay for drinks. We had this guide that stayed with us the whole time and occasionally told us stuff about Prague (most people who take it are tourists, and she seemed to be stuck in the habit of talking to said people), the river is very high and looks on the verge of flooding.

Overall quite interesting, and I got lots of photos. Had a few drinks.

About time to attempt it again..

The last time I tried to do something high falutin' and posh-ish was Valentine's day. Oh I remember it well, dreams of fine dining in what some would call an "ethnic" establishment turned into eating stinky gooey cheese down the pub. The event encapsulated me being in quite a succinct way. I was quite proud after the fact, actually. So it goes.

Tonight I'm going on a dinner cruise. "Oooh" I hear you say. Well it's a christmas present from Erik's 'rents and we've been meaning to do it since about.. well christmas last year, though we at first thought we'd wait for spring at least.. March came, we didn't think much of it, April we might have mentioned it once or twice and then it was May and he was in Singapore, but we said we'd do it in June. Part of June he was gone again but this morning we thought we'd try again to get through the bureaucracy which is the getting tickets and stuff for the thing and we set it up for tonight.

So we're doing it tonight. I think it'll be cool.

Poor Farrah..

Poor dear Farrah Fawcett, she was one of the original Charlie's Angels, a favourite pinup of the 1970s, starred in many a harrowing dramatic made for TV movie and bravely suffered cancer for years died yesterday. It was a shock to see it on imbd yesterday. I'd never really been a big fan, or knew too much about her but it's sad to hear that someone with such a well known name, who's too young to die, has died. People were talking, paying respects and set to pay tribute in a way such a great and well known actress deserves.. and then.

Michael Jackson goes and bloody dies!*

Way to be overshadowed. I mean.. of all people? I admit I was shocked. I guess if I'd ever thought about it I never really expected him to live out a long natural life, he's too strange, too tragic, but still. Michael Jackson, larger than life, no highly publicized illness, 50! Very weird.

And of course everybody forgets about little Farrah. Well, about pretty much everything. We can expect a week of Michael coverage, about his life, his death, his childhood genius, his strange ways as he got over, plastic surgery, pedophilia, impassioned arguments for and against, people who were ready to throw him to the wolves a few years ago passionately defending him, new information coming out about how he died, from child actors who were friends of his and some who were more than just friends, celebrities and there take, huge stadiums full of people crying, Iran. er.. who? his father, his sister, his other sister saying something nasty, young celebrities who will now claim to have been his biggest fan, his contemporaries talking about what it was like being the hugest stars of the 80s and so on...

So I don't really have to say much about him, because it's being said, and will continue to be said. But don't forget to think of Farrah. It would be nice. Maybe someone will even write a post about her of which the bulk isn't about the man who overshadowed her. Hmm.. that's a thought.

*anyone reading this from about the 8th of July on might not get the impact but at the moment the front page of CNN is all Michael tribute.

Thursday NRWOTD - The wrong day and wrong function version..

unbuncle:

It doesn't mean anything, at least I don't think so. It was one of them word verification things, but doesn't it sound cool? I think it needs a meaning. How about:

i. to see a vision in which a known person takes another form, eg animal that has metaphorical meaning to the visionee (?) seen in dreams or hallucination..

eg. she dreamed that he had turned into a bull, as she had so often imagined him in his angry rages

ii. A coloquial term that refers to having vivid and realistic dreams

iii. To reverse a "buncle"

buncle:

To strap somone or something up in a leather belt (preferably black) for the purposes of restrainment. Usually done the case of uncontrollable rage on the part of the bunclee (?)

I didn't claim the definitions would be any good.

Must Have Penis

Manly chips
Originally uploaded by erikland.

Erik snapped this while he was in Singapore last month. Apparently these chips are so spicy only real manly grown up men-like men with hair in unmentionable places can handle it, the boys will quiver and weep if they attempt it and ladies... well, just daintily push them away and give the old diet excuse, you've got no business here..

incidentally my man friend, the aforementioned Erik said they're not very spicy at all so obviously he outmans the most manly men of them all..

*looks all smug and stuff*

*blushes a bit*