Hello everyone, here I am again somewhat far into the 'new' year as it were. Things are hectic around here, and it seems as so the few lulls which occur fill themselves with underlining stuttering jumpiness. I'll start out by saying that I have been unsuccessful in avoiding illness this year and have in fact been sick with something or other for the entirety of the year. Be it flu, cold, stomach bug, or chest infection.
A week and a half ago my leg decided to take a vacation on me, quite unexpectedly. I wouldn't have an issue with this if, at the time, I had been sitting, sleeping, laying or some other relaxing type event which would keep my loungeness at a maximum for a few hours. However, I was, in fact, walking down my main hall at the time and my leg sodded off. I fell face forward onto the very hard floor and fractured my nose, banged my head, and kinked my hip. Luckily, I did have my mobile on me, as I have taken to carrying it all around the house in the event something does occur, and was able to phone my younger sister (her number is three on my quick ring). Within a minute there was a ghastly amount of blood staining my hall and my head was ringing as if someone had put their own mobile in there.
Well anyroad, the blood all over the hall and on most of my face at this point was, indeed, not as much as it looked as it mostly came from my nose, which a small part from my bit lip where my teeth bit, and nose blood is mixed with and dyes excess mucus which causes it to appear as though a lot is more. Well, most of that night is still a haze to me as the incredible pain from my nose is still very prevalent and I have quite the swollen nose even still. Sneezing is a painful experience, my friends. It invokes tears. And by tears I mean I cry like a upset child being denied sweets in a village which specializes in sweets. As usual my pain killers came up short and whereas eventually induced within me a comatose like situation and hazy type cloud around my mind, the pain comes back after only an hour or two. Sadly, I am on the strongest medicine available to me. How sad am I, and how difficult it is to breathe right now.
For those who are unaware of it, I have a new kitten. He is no more than six months old and is also a Scottish Wild Cat breed like my Queen and most beloved little angel Kate. At first their alliance, if it be called so at this present time, was that of annoyance and anger. My Kate would not speak to me for days, my bed was cold and empty without her, and her only communication towards me was the reluctant taking of food from me three times a day; she even refused bacon. Lucian is the name of my little prince, and by that I mean, Lucian is the name of this spawn of hells fiery gates of demonic interludes. As kittens are and do, he is loud and active, tearing across the flat like some possessed wraith hoping to find a soul behind the fridge or cooker which he may devour. As the days have progressed, her Ladyship Queen Kate of Rochdale has taken a tolerance towards the little prince. Weeks now it has been and the Mistress of Hunting has seemed to begin to forgive me for taking in another.
Lucian is of questionable mental capacity in that he is a kitten. Whereas Kate the Great brings me mice in the dozens, quite literally she has single paw cleansed these fair courts of mouse and rodent population. To digress momentarily, the cats in Rochdale are inbreed flans which have been left in a breadbox long enough to fall into themselves. Black and white, and white and black, and white with some black, and very black with hints of white are about the variety that you get. Here and there is a ginger, and rarer so are the mottled calico or patchy turtle shell reject of cat society. These are the type of cats that, I joke you not reader, walk slowly, and casually, into a brick wall, and wonder when it appeared there and quite so, why they can't walk through it.
My sister owns a pudding and a collapsed flan of her own. Bob and Jen they are and not a more abnormal situation could be presented in cat society. I don't know of Bob's exact lineage, but one can assume that it's full of brothers and sisters fancying each other and inbreeding. Jen, however, I have met her mother and no other fiery hellbound spawn have I ever seen. Jen's mother is such the 'cat' if you can call it, that she terrifies people who see her. When Jen's mother roams about the court / street / crosswalk / parking lots calls are made to people. I make them myself even. Do not leave the house, Jen's mother is on the prowl. Shut your windows, get the cats in, Jen's mother is around. These are very real calls made, people are warned. She is a large, large cat beast with long ragged fur that someone at one time probably glued and threw in a dustbin. Her eyes are large and creepy and change colour in various lights. Whilest walking to Morrison's at one time, my younger sister and I came to the idea that she is one of those cats who were probably in the war as it were. The great cat war of whenever. The kind of cat kittens warn each other about, how she was in the war and et beans from a rusty tin or such. You know the kind I speak of.
I leave my window in my sitting room open due to the fact that my feline companions are roaming creatures and like their freedom. At one time Jen's mother jumped onto the frame of my window and stuck her head in, howling this sound that the tentacled beasts of the underworld themselves cower in fear at. I hissed at her, growled, threw water, and still she was still in my window growling at me. I was, in no less meaning of the word, terrified. I ended up having to throw a slightly heavy packet of cleansing wipes at her to get to her leave. I did not receive the warning or my window would have been shut. It's not always easy to see her gritty form slinking across the dark of night.It was this great sheeps stomach of rotten haggis that spawned Jen, the pudding of rochdale. Jen's behaviour is that of a floppy piece of spaghetti thrown on a wet window, and I'll leave it at that. Bob, is like a man who has been stoned 50 years and on top of that smoked a tonne of opium and then decided paranoia was the right way to live.
So the cats around Rochdale are not impressive. They fear the leaves which blow and the sticks which fall off the trees. Her Holyness Kate of Brilliance was born of a unique breeding, and that is the gene of the Scottish Wild Cat. Her own mother, one of the mostly white with patche sof orange and brown types, was not the brightest cats and decided her kittens were a nuisance and left them to their own devices. I haven't seen any other cat's like Her Majesty save for her one brother who lives in the elderly type flats one court over. He is sleek and stealthy, yet lacks the drive to do anything other than saunter around and skitter away when people get near him. My cait-sith (pronounced kit-she, the nick name of her Grace Kate) is a hunter. And yet, this word lacks what she truely is. She has taken over the courts. I often see her sitting at the gate to my back yard as a bouncer would, allowing some cats in, denying access to other cats. Sitting in my back yard with this half circle of cats sitting around her as if she were delivering some speech. They respect her, follow her, and sometimes I have seen them do this bowing head type inferiourity thing in front of her. She is the Queen of the courts and it is true that she is. Her intelligence has no comparison in most cats I have met, not just the cats here in Rochdale. She understands words, she understands movements, she helps me put the groceries away (she really does drag things to their proper closet, takes bags to the bag closet. She hunts the wild rodent and presents them to the other cats who feel great respect for her in this manner. There is no other cat like my Queen around here.
But now, there might be and my momentary digression is returned to it's normal course. Lucian is of the same lineage as my Queen there is no doubt of this. The tufts on his ears, the patterns on his coat, the mannerisms he displays.
There is no doubt in my mind, and my love and life Kate surely knows this and is coming to accept it in recent weeks and days. She does not like him, as you would say so easily. She tolerates him, this is true. If other cats are giving him shite, she will come to his defense swiftly. The other day he was sitting quietly on a rock, stalking a piece of leaf and one of the smaller collared cats (for Gracious Kate and Lucian do not wear collars; chips work better) began taunting him. My Queen sneaked up behind the collared cat and let her paw fly into its ears like a demon possessed. Taunting towards Lucian is acceptable only by her it seems. In home, she is warming up to me again and has even allowed her presense upon my bed again. Her affections are returning to normal and for that I am pleased.
Well, I've gone on too long with my precious children of the feline variety and am now exhausted. My nose hurts, my head hurts, and I think I'm getting the flu again. How typical it would seem. I will rant about other things at another time.
This is the best Short Film I have seen in ages. It's so sad, I almost went all tears. It's very beautiful, watch it!
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=RvmTsH4iHBo
http://www.physorg.com/news122298608.html
WOW
Wow it's really been a while since I posted anything besides one liners. Mini update to say that it's been hectic! I moved for one thing, but the flat is six houses down from mum and two houses down from Caers lol so it's now a massive move, but still tis independance! Still doing painting and such; it's going slow because I can't do a lot at a time, but it's still going which is always good. My physical therapy and such is at a kind of halt right now as winter makes moving in general quite a bit more painful than it normally is. So exercises and such are at a bare minimum. Not much else to report right now... it's too early to be a live, and I'm tired.
omg this is awesome. well deserving of a post in a long time
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ACrQP_nwFYY
Hello everyone. I just joined as I love photography and take pictures all the time. Today I would like to post a few pictures of my cats Kate and Jen that I took. Hope you like them :
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Written by Queen Elizabeth, I
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly to prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.
His too familiar care doth make me rue it.
No means I find to rid him from my breast,
Till by the end of things it be supprest.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned.
Since from myself another self I turned.
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Additional verse not included in the song, but part of the poetry:
Some gentler passion slide into my mind,
For I am soft and made of melting snow;
Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind.
Let me or float or sink, be high or low.
Or let me live with some more sweet content,
Or die and so forget what love ere meant.
Here are some previews of films that look really awesome.
Go watch them!
First of all Hitman. Based on the game, which was fucking awesome:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/hitman/large.html
I love Jet Li and Jason Statham and you do too... the film is War:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/war/war_qt_lrg.html
Christopher Walken at his best... Balls of Fury
http://www.apple.com/trailers/rogue_pictures/ballsoffury <--- Both trailers
Steve Carell and Juliette Binoche in the same film? I love her so! Dan In Real Life
http://www.apple.com/trailers/touchstone/daninreallife/large.html
I love Vince Vaughn. End. Fred Claus:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/fredclaus/large.html
This film looks wierd and strange and I love it: Lars and the Real Girl:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/mgm/larsandtherealgirl/trailer/
Cate Blanchett as Elizabeth. YES:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/universal/elizabeththegoldenage/large.html
Ron Perlman fighting evil in the arctic... supernatural love! The Last Winter:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/thelastwinter/trailer/
The Fantastic director Ang Lee with Lust, Caution:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/lustcaution/trailer/
I don't know what to think of this one, but it looks intriguing, The Signal:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/magnolia/thesignal/trailer/
I laughed several times through this trailer, I'm mental or it's a good one, Enchanted:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/enchanted/large.html
I love Beowulf and I'm willing to give CGI a chance:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/beowulf/large.html
Arthurian films always make me wonder, The Last Legion:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/thelastlegion/trailer1/
Always good to see a film about england, even if it's a bit dread, This is England:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/thisisengland/trailer/
And to finish it off, The Nines, this one looks wierd:
http://www.apple.com/trailers/newmarket/thenines/trailer/
Nu allerst lebe ich mir werde,
sît mîn sündic ouge siht
daz reine lant und ouch die erde
den man sô vil êren giht.
mirst geschehen des ich ie bat,
ich bin kommen an die stat
dâ got mennischlîchen trat.
Schoeniu lant rîch unde hêre,
swaz ich der noch hân gesehen,
sô bist duz ir aller êre:
waz ist wunders hie geschehen!
daz ein magt ein kint gebar
hêre über aller engel schar,
waz daz niht ein wunder gar?
Hie liez er sich reine toufen,
daz der mensche reine sî.
dô liez er sich hêrre verkoufen,
daz wie eigen wurden frî.
anders waeren wir verlorn:
wol dir, sper, kriuz unde dorn!
wê dir, heiden! deist dir zorn.
Hinnen four der sun zer helle
von dem grabe, dâ er inne lac.
des was ie der vater geselle
und der geist, den niemen mac
sunder scheiden: êst al ein,
sleht und ebener danne ein zein,
als er Abrahâme erschein.
In diz lant hât er gesprochen
einen angeslîchen tac.
dâ diu witwe wirt gerochen
und der weise klagen mac
und der arme den gewalt,
der dâ wirt an ime gestalt.
wol im dort, der hie vergalt!
und der arme den gewalt,
der dâ wirt an ime gestalt.
wol im dort, der hie vergalt!
