Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Keys

MFC: So, here are the spare keys to my mother's house.

an9ie: Yep.

MFC: Now, I know what your kind are like, so don't use them to break in and steal any valuables ...

an9ie: ...

MFC: Or to start up a Triad gang in the garage.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

If I go missing ...

I've recently joined a personal finance forum on the Internet (you know, because I enjoy diving into my swimming pool full of diamonds and gold coins, and I wanted to share the experience with like-minded people), and I told MFC that I replied to a post asking how female members on the forum became interested in finance.

MFC: Hang on a minute. You told an Internet forum that you were female?

an9ie: Yeah. What's wrong with that?

MFC: Oooookay. Well, when some weirdo abducts you, and the police ask me if I want to file a missing persons report, I'm going to say, "You see, officer, she DID tell an Internet forum that she was a girl," and they'll just nod and walk away.

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Confession

The Backstreet Boys are coming to Perth in March 2010. 

I am very excited.

That is all.

Oh alright, that's not all. Because if I buy a ticket, I'm not just investing (investing?) in an incredible stadium experience, I'm also going to relive my bittersweet youth.

And if they don't get all the dance moves right for, "Quit Playing Games With My Heart"*, I am going to throw rocks at them. 

Except for Kevin. You've always been my favourite, sweet Kevin. In fact, let's check the BB Wikipedia entry to see what the boys have been up to.

...

Kevin left? Damn yooou, Kevin!

* Or am I thinking of another song? Because there weren't that many dance moves in "Quit Playing Games With My Heart", but in the video they did wear really thin shirts, and then it rained, and the shirts stuck to them, and then all the buttons came undone and ... hmm, maybe THAT's why it's my favourite song.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Graduation!

It's graduation night for our Diploma of Screen & Media (specialising in Animation), and I've been asked to give a speech on behalf of the class.
Go away, butterflies!

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

When things come together

I went to my mother's for lunch and she had bought this book for me:

The blurb on the back says, "Inspired by a course run by the National College of Ireland, [this book] comprises 20 letters from Maeve, offering advice, tips and her own wonderfully witty take on the life of a writer, in addition to contributions from top writers, publishers and editors."
This is a pretty special gift because it means my mother has accepted that I'm pursuing this crazy dream (and is no longer pushing me to be/marry a doctor/dentist/accountant/lawyer).
And as everyone knows, when you've got your Mummy behind you, you can pretty much conquer the world.
I suppose the universe agrees, because a catalogue with this message arrived in the mail this afternoon:

I know it's just a catalogue, but I'll take good portents wherever I can get them, thank you very much.

Time to get fit

How do I know?

My arms get fatigued when I wash my hair.

I look at photos from four years ago and my face had ANGLES.

And tonight I realised that my virtual pet on Facebook gets more exercise than I do. Mainly because I keep entering him in races to win money for snappy outfits and garden furniture.

What a sad state of affairs.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

MFCs say the darndest things

While having dinner and watching Dollhouse last night ...

MFC: Who's that?

an9ie: Her name's Sierra. She's played by an Australian actress.

MFC: Her face looks like an Easter Island statue.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Before you die, do remember to destroy all private correspondence

I know! Multiple blog posts! But if the blogging muse is around you have to take advantage of her presence. Otherwise she leaves in a huff and you're left postless until December.

A comment that Tokyobling left in August reminded me of how much I like Kate Beaton's "Hark, a vagrant" comics. So I trawled through the archives and got to this one, about James Joyce's dirty, dirty, DIRTY letters to Nora Barnacle, and it made me laugh all over again.

an9ie: Hey, MFC! Come have a look at these filthy letters I was telling you about the other day!

MFC (from the kitchen): No thanks, I'm eating.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Parenting fail

an9ie: You know, if we ever have a child, your study will have to be the nursery, because there is no freakin' way I'm giving up my room.

MFC: Nooo! Bags not my study!

MFC: Heh heh, you can't touch it now. It's been bagsed.

MFC: I know! The nursery could be ... your mother's house!

an9ie: That's an awesome idea!

Now, I shall sit back and wait for anonymous criticism to arrive from people with no sense of humour.

Monday, October 26, 2009

That elusive early bedtime

I knew I shouldn't have introduced MFC to the Rather Good website just before bedtime.

Mind you, I have seen the Bagger 288 clip five times now (people in our animation production team keep showing it to newcomers), and it still puts me in stitches EVERY SINGLE TIME.