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Poor Tea Biscuit
19 May 2012 @ 08:30 am
It appears I am no longer in New Zealand.

It's rather wet here! The tea is good, too. Glad to be home.
Poor Tea Biscuit
11 March 2012 @ 10:31 am
The full moon rose. Planets were visible in the clear sky.

A badger was six inches away from me, the other side of the glass back door, sniffing out the fresh fruit in our compost bin.

The following morning, the pond filled with frog spawn.

Spring is here. New life.

I'm on a plane to New Zealand in two days. New starts.
Poor Tea Biscuit
29 February 2012 @ 08:56 pm
OMG I'm getting on a plane in 12 days.
Poor Tea Biscuit
07 February 2012 @ 03:04 pm
Because getting into a moving car after pushing it up a snow-covered hill isn't as easy as movies might suggest. Especially when you're giggling at the circumstance. And this is me being sober...

Matches my eyes

The story goes that Lou and I were going to do the music and photography for a friend's birthday-come-leaving do on Saturday. The event was postponed because of the weather forecast, but we still went to that part of the world to drop people off after an impromptu Chinese meal in Brigg. Getting out of Elsham involves a rather large hill. Normally when you push a car, the hill/ditch is minor. This wasn't. I jumped out of the moving car no problem, but I got fed up of running after it up a snow-covered hill, so I decided to get back in it while it was moving. Oops. Next time I'll just keep running up that hill...

And I'm still giggling about it. My vibrancy for life might be why we attracted more customers for Rochell Gems on the Sunday than the Saturday. The bruise didn't stop me from using Lou's coffee machine that we brought for her birthday. (The caffiene might also be contributing to the daredevil vibrancy.)
Emotionally: chipperchipper
Poor Tea Biscuit
25 January 2012 @ 09:01 am
Originally posted by electricdruid at The fiasco continues

ACTA in a Nutshell –

What is ACTA?  ACTA is the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement. A new intellectual property enforcement treaty being negotiated by the United States, the European Community, Switzerland, and Japan, with Australia, the Republic of Korea, New Zealand, Mexico, Jordan, Morocco, Singapore, the United Arab Emirates, and Canada recently announcing that they will join in as well.

Why should you care about ACTA? Initial reports indicate that the treaty will have a very broad scope and will involve new tools targeting “Internet distribution and information technology.”

What is the goal of ACTA? Reportedly the goal is to create new legal standards of intellectual property enforcement, as well as increased international cooperation, an example of which would be an increase in information sharing between signatory countries’ law enforcement agencies.

Essential ACTA Resources

  • Read more about ACTA here: ACTA Fact Sheet
  • Read the authentic version of the ACTA text as of 15 April 2011, as finalized by participating countries here: ACTA Finalized Text
  • Follow the history of the treaty’s formation here: ACTA history
  • Read letters from U.S. Senator Ron Wyden wherein he challenges the constitutionality of ACTA: Letter 1 | Letter 2 | Read the Administration’s Response to Wyden’s First Letter here: Response
  • Watch a short informative video on ACTA: ACTA Video
  • Watch a lulzy video on ACTA: Lulzy Video

Say NO to ACTA. It is essential to spread awareness and get the word out on ACTA.

Via Tumblr

Poor Tea Biscuit
11 January 2012 @ 10:57 am
So... are any of you artists that do commissions?

I'm going to New Zealand this March as my partner's son is 18. He's been a lifelong fan of Doctor Who and Titanic, and I thought of having the Titanic heading towards the iceberg that turns out to be the tip of a Dalek mothership.

Any takers?
Poor Tea Biscuit
08 January 2012 @ 10:20 am
Yoinked from midknight_starr

In 2012, nightbeast resolves to...
Cut down on my roleplaying.
Backup my deviantart regularly.
Ask my boss for an intelligence.
Cut down to ten matrix revolutions a day.
Get back in contact with some old x files.
Put fifty snowdrops a month into my savings account.
Get your own New Year's Resolutions:
Poor Tea Biscuit
27 December 2011 @ 06:58 pm
The materialism was quite acceptable. It's hard to fit things in when your mother refuses to let anything go, so thankfully the rate of gifting is decreasing. Plenty of fleece pyjamas, a dressing gown, a duck down jacket, gold sequin braces and red sequin gloves for belly dancing, mirror photo frames.

The food is epic. Mom brought enough food to feed six people for five days, as she's still in the habit of feeding that many people and the shops being shut for that long. And then it was to the Bishtons for Boxing Day, as Ros is 70. I have never eaten so many cheesecakes in my life.

I miss Obe. Christmas was his day, as before we had him in he would park on our doorstep looking like he'd swallowed a football, purring his head off. We'd offer him turkey, but as everyone else had also offered him turkey he'd give us this look that said he couldn't possibly eat anything else. Bless him. I don't miss my Dad so much. I have fond memories of the things we did together rather than thinking I won't make any new memories with him. Losing a loved one has helped me realise that life is short, and precious. It's not to be spent denying happiness.
Poor Tea Biscuit
21 December 2011 @ 11:15 am
Monday was the belly dancing Christmas Hafla. It's customary to have a meal, do group dances and do solo dances. Yes, that's right, I had to pick a piece of music and choreograph a solo routine. For some reason, I was the last CD to be chosen, so I was dancing to an edited version of Holly Valence's Kiss Kiss at 11pm in front of about 50 people, some of whom I'd never seen before. There were a lot of cameras. Bizzarely, I was fine in the group dances in front of an audience, and when I standing alone on the stage before my solo started I was laughing and joking. But as soon as I got into the start position, I started to shake. Clearly the adrenaline wanted to take over, as at some points I was ahead of myself. The problem with sudden, unexpected nerves is that it takes away from the enjoyment of the performance.

Any advice on removing nerves/enjoying solo performances?

My mother enjoyed the evening. It was likely an eye opener of all these women of various body shapes (wrinkly, smooth, fat, thin, toned, untoned, pale, tanned) expressing themselves without concern for what they looked like. She said she enjoyed the vibrant outfits everybody wore, as well as the uplifting, empowering atmosphere. For me, I discovered a lot more styles of belly dancing, including fusions. I so want to learn charleston/belly fusion. I can picture an outfit with sequined bracers.

Happiness is having a hug from your teacher after your first belly dancing solo.

Happiness isn't still suffering malaise. You'd think after 10 years I'd be used to it.
Poor Tea Biscuit
13 December 2011 @ 09:09 pm
This season may be best remembered for how many buffets and meals I can attend. Being an honorary pensioner I was invited to the Friday dance party. I finally found where the Fibro support group hold the meetings since being booted out of Merry Hill. It's a fabulous venue - Brierely Hill Nine Locks Community Centre - and we made good use of the stage to have a dress up karaoke. There were certainly a lot of party dances at the latter, but none at the former. Both groups of people were pleased to see me after long absences.

At some point I fitted in a trip to Lincoln Christmas Market with Mom, with unexpected Hazel. My financial management disappeared upon seeing two pendants - a blue heart made of Lego bricks, and a holly leaf encased in copper. Mom broke the budget more than I did, but it's always easier when you're buying presents for other people.

Mom wanted to go to Cardiff as part of her year long birthday celebrations, and what better introduction than Ty Rosa? Kelly and Bryony were also there so we exchanged Christmas presents. Clearly I'd brought the right things as they didn't put them down! Stuart was very enamoured of the wedding canvas and poppy pin, to the point he wants both on display in the main house. I'm told his photographer friend's jaw was on the floor when she saw the canvas, which is fabulous for my ego. Mom got a drive by tour of the bay as it was raining, but she enjoyed the smaller Christmas market in town. Stuart was holding a stall for a friend (Michael owns a vineyard), and the four of us contributed £80 to the cause. I knew tasting the coffe cream liqueur would be a mistake for the bank balance. I think it has the same beans as the Ty Rosa coffee I love, and it doesn't taste of alcohol. Saturday evening was the festive menu at the Captain's Wife - £20 for three coures. A meal at Ty Rosa on the Sunday was followed by whisked hot chocolate and good company around a roaring log fire by a Christmas tree. Before we left on Monday, I brought the red and black cat 3-wheelie bag I spotted in November. It was the last one they had.