Cirque du Soleil - Dralion
A thing of beauty and majesty - music, choreography, acrobatics - spectacular beyond my ability to describe.


Sexpo
Boring. Bland. Vanilla.
Even the strippers were sub-par...
You would think that at a sex expo there might have been a bit of a focus on sexual health? Nope. Nada. 
If it wasn't cheap and nasty and in a plastic wrap with a price tag on it, it wasn't there. 
Utterly disappointing.

 

the word "dwarves" written in 6 foot tall letters on the side of a building.

Don't know why its there, don't really care - but it made my day.

Each day when I walk to work I notice random things that have appeared on the footpath; totally random things.

Considering humanities tendency to try and fortell the future through the oddest means (chicken entrails, bones, sticks, psychic hotlines...) it has occurred to me that maybe I can start a new kind of occult science based on the things that I find on Guihen St each morning...

Recent items have been....

- The legs of the world's ugliest coffee table
- The perfectly preserved and arranged wings of a minor bird. Still attached we the bare skull and shoulders and a short part of the spinal column. (This was an oddly disturbing find - must be very portentous).
- Thousands of rubber bands. (Seriously - they were everywhere....)
- A pile of nuts, bolts and washers. A few meters on, a can of spray oil...

Still a work in progress this one (like any true science :) ), but I have decided to call it pavementomancy.  Any thoughts on how to extract meaning from the signs I see each day would be gratefully received.

Drabble:  A vignette is exactly 100 words… This is my first attempt   :)

Set during Moonlight ep 1.04 “Fever” when Beth comes to save Mick as he lies dying in the bathtub of a seedy motel…

At some point, you’re going to have to stop me

I bite down and her gasp of pain sweetens the blood searing my tongue. Mouth working against her arm, my senses are overwhelmed by the taste, the smell, the feel of her skin.

My body cools as I heal and the desperate, all-consuming need diminishes. The savage creature I strive to deny is sated; the man I wish to be struggles to the surface.

She wouldn’t allow me to sacrifice myself. Instead, she gave me hope I can be better than the monstrous thing I was forced to become.

My heart aches – Love will never be a strong enough word.

My partner recently proved conclusively that if you put an 8GB ipod through the washing machine then store it in a bucket of rice for a couple of weeks, it will work just fine.

So I say again Kudos to the pod people. I may not like ipods, but I gotta say they are well made.

On a side note - my partner sometimes thinks so far outside the box, I gotta wonder if they even remember what the inside of the box looks like....