meant to post this ages ago, but i kept forgetting. let's go back to a thursday or two ago, when we went to the llama bar and saw this guy with white baggy pants with a white long-sleeved button-up shirt with the collar turned up. that's when we figured we had to have some sort of secret hand-sign to signal the arrival of a cool mofo or a "metrosexual".

that's when we came up with this:



the new Metrosexual sign has its roots in a common anime expression (image on the left). you make it by sticking your index, middle and ring fingers upside down and placing them by the side of your face (image on the right).

the result is like a capital M



we think it's really quite clever.

and as a complete non-sequitur,

"but you know what truth is?
it's that little baby you're holding
and it's that man you fought wtih this morning...
the same one you are gonna make love to tonight...
that's truth! that's love!"

so it's really blurry. but unless you're blind as a nanna with no eyes, you should still be able to read this post.

nicked from derelyn's blog, choose which character of the endless you are !! this is if you read sandman graphic novels by neil gaiman (google him!)


Which Member of the Endless Are You?

i am delirium. but i used to be delight. sooooo i used to be happy now i'm just loopy. loopy loopy loooooo ..

didn't think i'd be anything groovy like dream, or anything spunky like death (yes, death is spunky). or anything creepy like destiny.

doopdeedoo. i'm going to wait for my hair to dry now.

happy birthday lynne! in honour of you, i post one of your stranger quotes up for the www to read!

lynne, for those of you who aren't in the know, is my youngest sister. in 1992, we found her in a rubbish tip and mistook her for some sort of abandoned feral animal. but after mummy washed her and her hair/fur was all matted, we realized she was actually a hairy monkey child. however, if properly waxed and/or shaven, she actually had the capacity to look like a normal human child ... except for the tail. that had to be surgically removed.

ever since that fateful april day, our home has never had more than 2 hours of peace and quiet except on the days she goes for music camp. but we miss her when she goes, because then there's nobody to fetch our water, or chocolate bar, or bake lemonade and squeeze dough for muffins (that started out unintentional btw, but i was too lazy to correct it).

o how enjoyable are the moments we spend together, doing interpretive dance at the dinner table, laughing during mass, emptying the entire content of your wardrobe and laying it very neatly on your bed (under the doona) as a welcome-back gesture ... ah ... good times.

so HAPPY BIRTHDAY little big sister. welcome to the years of angst, acne and acute embarrassment at every shenanigan your family gets up to.

oh! and finally, a haiku:

O hairy child of
Simian roots, we remember
Today, your finding

marie was looking for velvet shorts on ebay (don't ask) and came up with this [visit link]
liiiiiiiiiiiike wtf mate?

and while we're on the subject of wtf-mate, what is with the movie "in good company" ?!?!?!?! ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooodnessssss ... the trailer looked ok. the premise being that older people with experience are being retrenched to make way for younger preppy pretty folk, all in the name of synergy and globalization etcetcetc. and then there's the goofy love story thrown in for good measure. but the ending ... [regurgitation]

won't spoil it for you, it's already quite vomitous ... but needless to say i have no sense of closure and it's worse than the lord of the rings ending. so there you go.

i'm off to make more velvet jokes on msn now, so see you guys soon.

* thanks to aerosmith for letting me "borrow" song lyrics