I spy

with my little eye -

• fake plaits in a shade I'll never be (way too light)
• two pairs of barely worn happy shoes
• my old school Mary Janes (yay)
  
• another pair of sewing shears (yay again)
• excessive quantities of useless white socks (puzzling)
  
• a table mirror I had forgotten about
• a couple of djellaba, which I find quite lovely but no-one else in our group seems to think so
  
• two old camping frocks which are going to be pulled apart to make new ones at some point in the next decade

There's light at the bottom of the Wall O'Doomy Boxes. Actually, there's an old camping trunk with all this crud in it, but it's nearly the end of the slog I thought would go on forever. I wish I'd taken photos. Victory is just over there! It's having a nice cup of tea. Better reach it before the pot gets cold.

Episode VII: Return of the Nerd

So, you know, Wedge Antilles





or Boba Fett?




Depends on what kind of Star Wars dag you are, really.

Boba used to be my main street-cred minor character hero until Episodes I, II and III came out. You get to see what's behind the armour, and it's not disappointing (far from it, Temuera Morrison, yes please), but then the revelation - Boba is a Clone!? Damn. I could never love a clone. Unless he was a real spunk and brought his brother over and we all got drunk and... ahem. No, I could never love a clone.

Wedge is slightly nerdy-looking (although clean cut and fresh, and that ain't bad) but he's an ace X-wing pilot, and apparently the ladies love a pilot. Perhaps that's what pilots looked like in the 70's, I was too young to notice. He's such an ace that he knows how to negotiate very tight spaces, which you're allowed to misconstrue as a single entendre if you so desire. He also saves Lukes life once or twice in the mighty Death Star battles... but we won't hold that against him.

So, edgy bounty hunter Bob or clean-cut X-wing pilot Wedgie?



Edit: Wedgie was played by Denis Lawson, who's not only Scottish (bonus points), and the uncle of Ewan McGregor (bonus bonus points) but much spunkier when out from under the helmet and easily recognisable from UK telly. How did I not piece it together earlier? Mostly because I was presuming he was a Seppo. Ladies... we have a winner. Sorry Bob.

Lucky?

Travelling up the Princes this arvo (as you do) I saw a sight for... well, I don't know what sort of eyes. If they were sore, I think this site would have made them sorer. Or perhaps water slightly.

Imagine a Very Hot Car, and by that, I mean some White Trash DoofMobile. LOTS of stickers on the back window, including a really big one of the steer with enormous horns that I always thought was a brand logo, but might, in fact, just be a single entendre. BIG chromilicious exhaust. And a GINORMOUS freaking mudguard - I say that in the singular because there was only one, big, wide, thick, long chunk of manhood, I mean, mudguard. Another single entendre, methinks. It certainly dominated the design theme of Classic Yob.

But! Gentle Reader! That was not the icing on the cake.

The icing was three of these:



Real.

Lifesized.

Rivetted onto the mudguard in a row.

Very, very shiny, distractingly glinting in the sun, polished with care - probably by the Classic Yob's girlfriend, if Classic Yob was in a good mood. I understand this to be the ritual through scientific observation - in the 70's, my brother's girlfriend was occasionally allowed to use the white crayon on the tyres of his Totally Hot Holden.

I wish I had've had a camera with me, but then, I was going 100k/h, so there's NO way I could have captured its unbridled glory.

I really hope those horseshoes bring him luck, otherwise, the owner just looks even more of a d!ckh34d, eh?

LOOK!

- naked Elvis taxon!

Also, see Zombie taxon. Those wacky Paleontologists!

it's on again

the Threadless sale, currently with free postage internationally with orders over $75, and all tees are $12. I've already ordered mine, but in case you want to order as well, use my link and I earn credits on my next order. I'm mercenary like that :-)


and here's a favourite. if the colour was more me, I'd already be wearing it:

The Princess and The Pea

Found hidden in the various layers of my bed, upon trying to retire last night, by approximate descent:

• two books
• a car
• Precious Frog (tiny bean-bag frog and close cousin of Precious Lizard)
  
• four straws
• tiny cache of gold sequins and multicoloured stars
  
• a feather

Always an adventure.

Me? Puerile?

One of the important bits of equipment for bookmaking is a section of animal bone polished into a lovely smooth stick. You use it to sharpen folds, score lines and the like, so everything is crisp. As you know, I love crisp. Now I have two lovely folders, one which looks almost like a burnisher, and one which is the more traditional shape. I'll probably file the trad one to an even pointier point for extra crispness.




Anyway.

One of the ladies in the bookmaking class kept calling the bone folder a boner. All the time. I'm suspecting that, as the youngest one in the class by a long, long, stadium-distance shot, it was totally lost on the rest of them, but me?

Snigger.

Sigh.

In other news, a few weeks ago I leapt into the deepish end and did a weekend workshop on conservation binding. As an almost rank beginner, I not only kept up but do believe my results were better than at least 50% of the class. Mind you, printmaking and woodworking experience helps a lot.

Upshot: It. Was. Really. Good.

Can't wait to do more, which is lucky, because will be doing a more basic course in a coupla weeks. Really dying to try hard casing but I suspect that will have to wait a little while. Only got so much money!