She’s not perfect.
But she’s lovely.
Category Archives: Domestica
Kitten
On Saturday 7th – in fulfillment of a long-held ambition – I went out to the Lort Smith Animal Hospital cattery and adopted a beautiful 10-week old black and white medium-haired domestic kitten. I named her Nada Zero.
(Anniversarial moment of silence for Sammy the dog.)
I couldn’t take her home straight away, though. She had to be spayed the following morning. She was then slated to star in my Easter Sunday post.
But overnight she came down with flu, and ended up having to spend a further week in the hospital.
I was finally able to bring her home on Monday night.
Then on Tuesday, she vanished. We concluded she must have run away – probably via the back door, which doesn’t always close properly in wet weather.
I made up a bunch of posters and stuck them up around the place, and doorknocked our nearest neighbours. No one had seen her.
Later that evening, whilst I was on the phone to Freakley in our living room, she reappeared shyly and miraculously from the kitchen next door.
She’d been hiding the whole time under a fitted kitchen cupboard, accessible via a gap between the oven and said cupboard. We blocked off the gap with a blanket.
She then proceeded to spend most of Wednesday hiding under the futon couch.
But today she seems to be feeling a bit more at home.
We’d made her a bed out of some blankets and a cardboard box, and she’s coming round to it.
She’s lovely.
I’ve So Finished
.. the long-overdue task of tabulating the fiddly stats in my stuff i did last year post. I was unable to compile them in Manchester because I had (a) insufficient access to the relevant data and (b) much better things to do.
I so have! They’re at the bottom of the page, if you’re interested. Alternately, you could just follow the link up there. Or, y’know, you could go and do something else entirely. See if I care, dear reader. See if I give a fuck.
Hey, you could go and visit Nada. She just posted, which is an event these days.
I like Nada. But then I’m a Nadaist; I think it’s probably compulsory. Even if I wasn’t a Nadaist I would probably still like her, though. Honest.
Speaking of returns from the dead: as some people reading this will know, I was becoming a bit concerned about the status of my housemate ~ who mysteriously completely vanished off the face of the earth on Thursday night; I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of him since.
But all is well; he turned up at about 9pm this evening, looking very sunburnt. Turns out he’d simply taken an impromptu trip to the coast, where his phone died. There’s a lot of it about.
After a touching reunion, we watched Press Gang whilst I designed a new logo for my media company on “the old one was a pile of shit” grounds.
Life is good.
That is all.
Filed under Art, Auto-Pimpage, Domestica, Life Is Good, People, Weblogs
Home Again
On the upside (of being delayed by 24 hours) I got to send my postcards personally, and to spend all night loitering in central London. There was no downside really.
In other news: Vale RAW. May the fnord etc.
Party II
It was a much quieter affair than the last one. But it was still good!
~ made sushi
Russian cocaine was served in abundance
First Hamish of the night
The drink’s creator attended in A4 poster form
Nada came all the way from New Jersey – what’s your excuse? – only to be strangled by ~ in a fit of paranoia. These things happen at Hagakure parties
Former Operative Johana (Hamish)
Former Operatives Reanimator (Scotch & Cola) and Li (rightly hiding in shame behind bottle of Cascade Light)
Semi (herbal tea and sympathy)
T. (fat rocks of crack, not shown)
Some woman dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz (not sure what she was on)
This crazy Japanese girl gave ~ a terrible time a while back, but he invited her anyway.
Reanimator, Li, ~, a russian mathematician and i ended up watching Fight Club by candlelight at about 3am. I did loads of bulbs.
It was good.
Filed under Current Affairs, Domestica, Drugs, Drunkenness, Evil, Life, People, Photos, Pimpage, w0ot
~‘s Mother Bought A Cow
So now our freezer is full of frozen cow.
She also gave us some duck eggs.
I boiled one and had it for breakfast.
It was well tasty.
Filed under Benevolence, Domestica, Food, People, Photos
My Mother, Of All People
.. has sent me a dozen bottles of wine.
And a bottle of champagne in a package with two glasses.
It’s an air-miles thing. She flies a lot.
Thanks, Mum!
Filed under Domestica, Drunkenness, People, Photos
Stuff I Did This Week
– Exhaustively cleaned the kitchen, the dining room, the hallway, the laundry, and the bathroom.
– Made sixteen phonecalls, took seven phonecalls, attended interviews with three people, and lodged one detailed & tedious application form in pursuit of new revenue streams. Ate dodgy Japanese food on Chapel Street; gawped at people hanging on Chapel Street.
– Visited Bentendo at his new place.
He has a very nice view of the city, which I was unable to photograph for security reasons
– Reincarnated my old mobile – which I thought I’d lost, eventually replaced, and later found – as a second phone, via the purchase of a $25 prepaid SIM card.
– Updated my address book and phone contacts.
– Succesfully enticed a professional tiler into assessing dire bathroom tile issue situation, pictured. (They refused to replace the tiles, arguing that the only meaningful solution was to retile the whole bathroom.)
– Made an elaborate pictoral blog post about cooking harira.
– Inspired by trawling my own blog archives, figured out how to region-unlock my DVD player.
– Made a disastrous birthday card.
– Stupidly trammed it all the way out to the RSPCA in Burwood East to buy a kitten, only to discover that – it not quite being kitten season yet, see – they didn’t have any. (Note to self: next time ring ahead.)
– Got shitfaced at The Mint and elsewhere again with Jo, Xade, Rorschach, Jaye deKoan and sundry others. An unshaven Tript was vaguely encountered somewhere in the vicinity of the Victoria Markets at around 1am. About two people at least one of whom I did not previously know ended up on my foldout couch watching Reservoir Dogs.
– Recorded a cover of Always On My Mind with my associate Mishuki One for H419.
– Made an elaborate pictoral blog post about things I did this week.
– Watched entire series of John Safran vs God (purchased secondhand last Sunday for $5).
– Went to the gym five times.
– Wrote 36 emails to 15 people.
– Et cetera.
Filed under Current Affairs, Domestica, Drunkenness, Life, Movies, Music, People, Photos, Work
First Day Of Spring, Motherfuckers
And you can feel it in the air.
This week has been mostly about the cleaning.
I tried unsuccessfully to buy a cat yesterday. But when I woke up this morning, one was wandering around the house anyway. It must have scaled the garden wall and got in through the back door, which I forgot to secure last night.
It was not particularly inclined to be photographed.
Harira
Another culinary adventure inspired by the house of Rorsch & Semi (see also).
You will need:
- 500g of lamb
- Olive oil
- 2 chopped onions
- 4 cloves of crushed garlic
- 1.5 teaspoons of cumin & 2 teaspoons of paprika
- 1 bay leaf
- 2 tablespoons of tomato puree
- 1 cup of soup stock (Rorsch recommends VeCon if you can’t be bothered making your own stock. I recommend Bovril.)
- 500g of washed, soaked and cooked chickpeas
- 2 cans of chopped tomatoes
3 tablespoons of fresh, chopped coriander36 tablespoons of fresh, chopped flat-leaf parsley- Turkish bread
- Saute onion and garlic until soft.
- Add meat, and brown.
- Add cumin, paprika & bayleaf, and cook “until the fragrance makes your eyes start to water”.
- Add tomato paste and cook for a couple more minutes, stirring continuously.
- Add stock & chopped tomatoes, stir and bring to boil (“by now you should be able to feel the spice on the back of your pharynx”).
- Add chickpeas
corianderand parsley.
- Bring to boil.
- Simmer for 1 1/2-2 hours or until lamb is tender.
- Serve, garnished with extra
coriander andparsley, and warm turkish bread.
Alone Again
For the moment, anyway.
And you know what? That’s the way I like it. Baby.
Don’t get me wrong, people. I love yiz. I do. You remind me so much of me, in so many ways.
And some of you are really cool.
But let’s face it.
You’re way over-rated.
Filed under Domestica, Misanthropy, Photos
My Housemate’s Stuff Is All Packed In Boxes
He, and his little brother, are moving out next Saturday.
Soon all of this:
.. will be just a distant memory.
And they’re leaving me the espresso machine! Score.
I think a party may finally be in order.
Toenails.
Filed under Current Affairs, Death, Domestica, Photos, Self Analysis