Great Little Moments of Cinema

Inspired by Morgue’s post here which has been niggling away at me, because I can’t remember the tiny moments that I love unless I am watching them.

I finally have a little moment to share:

Brick…Brendan goes to find Dode “Coffee and Pie oh my” and as he approaches the stoners, one is making a noise with a straw over and over again. He takes the straw and ties it in a knot, stopping the noise. You don’t see Brendan’s face for that whole sequence. Just legs and arms.

You got any favourite little moments of cinema?

Fit of madness

I am attempting to write my novel in a month. I do this by blogging?

Uhm, kiwiNoWriMo that’s Kiwi Novel Writing Month, a spin-off from the American NaNoWriMo which happens in August. It is good to have a deadline and to make little tickers that fill up as you go. It’s just the kind of incentive I needed to pick up my book again and start hammering away at the first draft.

In other news, Mr Vintage has a sale on via Ferrit. . Lee bought the Cobra Kai hoodie for himself and the ‘Word to your mogwai’ tshirt for me. It only lasts until tomorrow so be quick!

Real Groovy has some of the same tshirts and stuff as Mr Vintage as well, at exactly the same prices. They had the Cobra Kai hoodie in Medium but it was a bit stretched out and manky from being on a hanger.
Trade Aid aren’t going to be stocking No Sweat sneakers any more. The reasons given to me are as follows: The ‘no sweat’ company is making profit, and Trade Aid prefers to help struggling people, the shoe factory is being moved from Jakarta to…somewhere else, and third no one in New Zealand was really buying the sneakers.
The upshot of that is that they are currently on sale at half price, so I bought a pair of red and a pair of black and that should last me a while.

I can’t get over how cold it is in Wellington now. I freeze. I freeze like a sad little kitten left out in the snow. i.e. with much pathetic whining.

Finally, I braved the Illicit store in town and found their stuff to be not as prohibitively expensive as I had thought. Plus, they had some familiar Sock Dreams stock there; a bunch of sourpuss stuff – socks, arm warmers and gloves all reasonably priced, some pantyhose and stockings that I recognised from the site and the lace-up fishnet gloves I bought Rachel last year. So, that was a surprise. I may have to go back and stock up, since I absolutely love my sourpuss socks.

PoF: pjs
CO: not getting out of warm bed

I simply love you more than life itself

This weekend I have slept it til 9am both days with no effort at all. It’s because it’s cold like Antarctica and dark as anything in the mornings. This means waking up with the alarm tomorrow morning will be something of a challenge, but I fee pretty good for those extra hours of sleep.

Yesterday when I finally braved the cold and got out of bed, I turned a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles tshirt and a supre bag into the coolest tote I own. You can see it here.

Here are some 48 hours films from this year, collected together on one youtube playlist. I haven’t watched all of them, but bookcase is on there, and you know I love that film….

Yesterday Lee and I visited my sister and her family. I got to try and read Put me in the zoo to Ely, and although she mostly wanted to open and shut the cover and stare at the polka dots on the endpaper, I think she appreciated my picture book reading experience, and is looking forward to the next book I read her.
Today we went out for brunch at the Roxy cafe with Lee’s parents and brother. I am slowly becoming addicted to professionally made poached eggs on toast. I also had honey smoked bacon and a stolen bit of Lee’s hash browns….Mmmm.

I did about an hour of scrapbooking before I got bored of it, and then I filed all the finished pages into plastic protectors and then in order in my album. I’m not actually binding them in until I’ve finished the thing though.
It’s nice to look back through the scrapbooks. I like it.

I managed to get all the laundry done this weekend, but that’s all the housework I’ve managed. It’s simply too cold to be energetic. I hate winter. I want to live in a tropical climate.

Last night it took me a while to get to sleep and I started singing the songs from Les Mis to myself (in my head). Annoyingly the one that kept getting stuck was the “Little People” song that Gavroche sings and is really obnoxious and annoying. I much prefer Eponine’s songs and anything involving Enjolras, the hot revolutionary.

PoF: casually warm
CO: extremely uncool music. (Muppets, Elton John, Musicals. You must all un-friend me on myspace now, that’s how uncool I am.)

happy making

I ate a piece of deep fried sushi at lunch time today. I thought it was a stuffed mushroom, but it looked a bit weird so I wasn’t sure. Turns out it was a piece of deep fried tuna sushi. It was odd, but oddly edible and actually quite nice. I don’t know that I’ll be going back for more though.

On Monday I had a Muppets vinyl album returned to me along with nice MP3s of all the songs off it, and a couple of other albums. This guy had had my album since University and I had just chalked it up as lost, but he was really sweet and apologetic about taking so long with it!

The MP3s are now loaded on my player and they are very cheerful and fun to walk to work listening to. My faourites: pachalafaka, hey mister bassman, sax and violence, being green….so many good songs. They are so upbeat and funky and familiar I find myself walking along grinning to myself and trying not to dance.
The other albums have some familiar and some unfamiliar songs, like Zoot singing While my guitar gently weeps and one very sweet song sung by Gonzo called:
The Wishing song
I wish I had a coat of silk, the color of the sky.
I wish I had a lady fair, and then a butterfly
I wish I had a house of stone that looked down on the sea
But most of all I wish that I was someone else but me.
Now I don’t have a coat of silk, but I still have the sky
Now I don’t have a lady, but there goes a butterfly
Now I don’t have a house of stone, but I can see the sea
Now most of all I know that I am happy to be me.
I’m happy to be me.

Walking to work along the waterfront is getting colder and colder, my face is freezy by the time I get to work, but it is still stunningly beautiful. The harbour is calm most of the time, and deep and blue. On the way home I get to see the Water Whirler performing, all lit up.

Lee bought me a fancy new camera, because he is awesome. I took some video of the water whirler yesterday that I will put up on youtube, just because.

I am settling in well at my new job, and have started to feel like I know what I’m doing most of the time. I am confident on the 0900 number now and although there is still a LOT to learn I’m feeling good about it.

PoF: duvet
CO: cold ears!

The bewildering array

As long time readers ought to know, I am somewhat food-oriented.
My new job is right in the middle of town, so when my lunch hour comes around I find myself in easy walking distance of countless eateries. Some are excellent little cafes, some are designer bakeries, some are junk food central and some are terribly overpriced.

I find myself craving Burger King day after day, which is not good. In my first week I had pan fried pork dumplings at the Reading centre, those were good. I have tried mee goreng, KFC, a slice of pizza from Abrakebabra and handmade sandwiches from the lunch lady who comes round the office. I also bought fluid smoothies a couple of times, but it’s getting too cold for them.

The sheer variety available to me is somewhat baffling after years of working in Ngaio where the options are: overpriced cafe, BP, dairy or the supermarket if I had my car.

Today I relate the story of Jenni’s tragic lunch hour of no cake.
I bought a supermarket sandwich on the way to work, because it was a cold day and I didn’t think I’d want to venture out come lunch time. The sandwich was disappointing. I found myself craving a nice cakey donut from Alyssa’s bakery (best round cinnamon donuts in town, BTW) so I went for a walk to get me some. I reasoned that even if they did sell out of said donuts, they should at least have a nice little iced cupcake for me.
Alas, it was not to be. Neither donut nor cupcakes were in evidence. I decided to try Pandorro bakery for a chocolate bread roll. Have you ever had one? They’re brilliant. Another block and a half of walking and I get to pandorro…no chocolate bread rolls left.
I figured maybe the cafe in Te Papa might have cupcakes, because they have all sorts of food designed to appeal to kids. All they had was chocolate banana muffins. And that was not what I wanted.

Disheartened I returned to my place of work and ate the cookie-fudgey-picnic from my drawer. It was alright.
What shall I have for lunch tomorrow? I think I may have to try and get a donut again. Those donuts are like crack to me.

PoF: Tigger
CO: Lunch possibilities.