Happy Thoughtless Land

Mon, 05 May 2008 12:26:40 GMT

Who was your last kiss?:
I named it Paavo. =)

All together, how many people have you kissed?:
One.

Do your actions ever scare you?:
Occasionally, very much.

Have you ever been in true love?:
In that it was genuinely love? I'd say so.

Ever lied to make someone feel better?:
Indeed.

How do you like being lied to?:
It depends on the lie. If it's a lie that isn't hurtful (like Mum's constant dancing around what that annotation on my first WISC test means), then fine. If it's a lie that's intended to not be hurtful and ends up being five times as hurtful ("we're drifting apart"), then it hurts but the intent's good. If it's a lie intended to be hurtful ("YOU'RE ADOPTED!") then... meet my friend Mr Verpine Shatter Gun.

Did you forgive the person who hurt you the most?:
Perhaps. It's very hard to tell.

Did they deserve to be forgiven?:
Of course.

Can your friends count on you?:
Sometimes.

Are you a good listener?:
Yeah, I've been complimented on my listening skills by random people. (People tend to strike up conversations with me. Maybe it's a sort of charisma?)

Does it bother you when your friends won't help you out?:
Yes. But sometimes I don't help them when I can, or can't help them, so it balances out.

What’s a regret you have?:
Not calling A before she ran away.

Why did you cry last?:
Because it clicked.

Who’s always on your mind?:
Claire. Sophie. Fluffydog. Josh, now. He's getting worrying. The clones (because I'm halfway through a book, and books tend to take over my mind.)

Are you comfortable with your body?:
Except for the neck slippage, yes. Short powerful limbs = awesometastic.

Have you ever broken a heart? Did you feel bad?:
Yes and yes.

Do you believe in god? Go to church?:
Yes and no. As Fifi's mum would say, I'm almost a heathen.

Do you keep a journal that only you should ever read?:
Ha, no. I keep FinDaRianBarr and talk to him.

Can you control your thoughts?:
Sometimes. But sometimes I end up with strange backlash echo-thoughts, which I don't think but which just spring up anyway.

Can you control your actions?:
Are you asking me about free will? I might, I might not. I think I can, sometimes.

How about your emotions?:
Never.

Have you ever done something that was really bad for yourself?:
Yes.

Who is it easiest to be yourself around?:
Clairity. Chewie. The Chomping Cat.

What can always put you in a good mood?:
Gilmore Girls. =D Music with memories attached - Moscow! Star Wars. Sewing. Friends.

Have you kissed in the rain?:
Yes.

Are you able to always be yourself?:
Working on it.

Is there anyone that you care more about than youself?:
Yes.

What do you miss about your past?:
The fact that it's not now.

Are you excited about the future?:
Perisher. HECK YES. (It feels so surreal, though. Perhaps because I'm going to catch a plane at 6:30 in the morning. That's pretty awesome.) Also learning Russian. HECK YES.

Do have any idea of what your future is gonna be like?:
Hopefully happy. =) But Perisher may give me a better idea -- if, for example, I'm any good at teaching. Tutoring's fun because it involves turning boring, boring maths into something interesting.

How do you do in school? Do you try hard?:
It depended on the subject. But when I go back, I'll try hard, because minimum wage sucks. (And because I've seen what the uni students have gone through.)

Do you like to help others? Does it make you feel good?:
Yes and yes.

Are you trust worthy?:
Depending on what I'm being entrusted with.

Did you lie at all in this survey?:
Yes. It's all lies, damned lies!

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 00:30:13 GMT

And I would walk 500 miles,
And I would walk 500 more,
Just to be the girl who walked a thousand miles
To fall down at your door...

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 14:52:49 GMT

I'm very, very bad at being the level-headed observer.

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 09:12:48 GMT

Guess what just turned up in my email inbox? A New Snowsports Instructor Interview Day confirmation from Perisher!

I'm way too excited over what is basically an email saying "Yep, we processed your form! Come on down, stop on by, hop a Greyhound and fly to a day of craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy skiing and interviews!"

But I'm one step closer to becoming a ski instructor! =D

*dances madly*

World's Greatest Shave

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 10:43:47 GMT

Eee!

I can actually take part this year. =D (Pity I went and hacked all of my hair off, it's not long enough to make a wig out of. =/ And it would have been a metre long. LAAAME.)

But I'll have to ask Sadie because of the whole being at work with no hair thing.

And... wow. I'll be bald at my birthday party. =D

=)

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 09:19:21 GMT

Your exact moment of the day is always changing, because the sun never sets at exactly the same time. You are the romantic moments just after sunset when it's still light enough to see your way around outside, and the sky is a blend of reds, pinks, purples, and blues. At this time of day, the light has a special way of making even rundown buildings looks like works of art. You're like that, too – you're always finding beauty and magic in unexpected places. Not only will you wish on the first star you see, somewhere inside, you actually expect that wish to come true.

That's lovely.

Even if it's not necessarily true -- I'm half-romantic, half-cynic, nothing in between. (Anyway, I love twilight. Especially a rainy twilight washed with turquoise and orange and threaded with dove-grey clouds, when everything looks and smells clean.)

OP

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 08:31:36 GMT

The OPs were mailed out today.

I had to pick the lock on our mailbox to retrieve mine, but the shock alone was worth the effort. Amongst the sheets and sheets of technical information and evil QSA propaganda (I kid, it was mostly technical information and a correction form, as well as 'exitlines'), we found what we were looking for.

Overall Position: 2

My reaction?

"WHAT?!"

Yeah, I was expecting a 7.

(Guess what this means. I'm eligible for engineering! And medical science! And, of course, both science and arts. I could be a doctor, if the mood struck me.

A Russian-speaking doctor! =D)

QCS strikes again...

Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:25:48 GMT

The Maths B exam was surprisingly easy, though I'm almost certain that I used the wrong method on one of the CII/CIII questions. I didn't take anywhere NEAR enough time to do the CI questions, which is a little bit worrying.

(On the other hand, it's very much preferable to the Biology exam. There were 30 knowledge questions and TWO understanding/investigating questions. (Six marks each.) Then there was an essay response to a questionable article, which I got frustrated at because it was wrong on so many levels.)

After the exam, we planned for Schoolies. Now the girls are extremely structured, which makes me feel a lot safer. (And we're having a Bollywood night! =D ...now I have to remember how one makes lassi. It's just plain drinking yoghurt, rose water, fruit, and cardamom/cinnamon [opt], right?)

And this afternoon I got home and had to call the Queensland Studies Authority, wondering if I'd managed to get such a low mark on the QCS that they'd failed me all the way back to year three.

Apparently not. A lady (who will remain unnamed in case she finds my LJ) answered the phone with a bubbly "hello!"

I introduced myself; she said: "Oh, Kat-i-a. Right. Well, I have your QCS Writing Task here."

Was it accidentally plagiarised? No, they didn't mind plagiarism. That had been in the information sheet. One of the examples was lifted directly from some movie.

"It's been shortlisted to go into the Retrospective* as an example. It's quite a good script. They don't necessarily put the very best scripts in," she added hurriedly as I choked. "But we need your permission to enter it."

"Do I get a copy?" I asked, struggling to remember what I'd written. Something about essence, obviously.

"We'll mail you the Retrospective if you get in," she said. "But you'll have to sign the permission form first. Keep an eye out for a letter in the next week."

It's not certain, of course, because this is the shortlist. (It would be hilarious if they'd made a mistake and switched mine for someone else's. Hilarious but not surprising. I thought it was sort of dodgy. =P)

*The 'How-To-Pass-QCS' book with all the answers.

Yay

Sun, 11 Nov 2007 01:19:39 GMT

determination

Tue, 06 Nov 2007 10:26:40 GMT

I <3 Liam.

Doctor Who!

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 10:47:17 GMT

It's under a cut so that nobody gets spoilt. If I get around to it, a commentary that's NOT composed entirely of gibberish will be posted. (James Morrison + Doctor Who = crazy) This isn't really worth reading unless you feel like shrieking madly.

THE MASTER!

Now that that's out of my system... =P

First, Cardiff. The appearance of the Millennium Arts Centre incited a flurry of excited Torchwood-related exclamations. (Pity Channel 10 moved Torchwood to their good old 'Big-Brother-ran-overtime-and-knocked-this-show's-ratings-down' slot. We couldn't tape it before, and can't watch or tape it now. D: There's always DVD.)

But since Jack couldn't get inside, and the Doctor tried to run away, we worked out that they weren't going to get into Torchwood. (Pity. I'd like to see the casts interact beyond John)

I admit that, initially, I thought that The Professor was actually Jack. (Blue eyes, similar facial structure... but the fact that Jack doesn't age put paid to that. "You're over 100 years old?" "And lookin' great!") Then came the moment in the room below the rocket, when I started wondering if the radiation could have messed with him.

And finally, as Martha was sprinting down those corridors, it hit me and I went "HOLY CRAP THE MASTER THEMASTERTHEMASTERTHEMASTER!" (Then Alex hit me. =P)

First Daleks, then Cybermen, now the Master. And he's been in the show for ages! Incredible! Was it plotted that way from the outset? Either way, it's pretty cool. =D

Best moments:

Martha hearing about Rose. =P "Oh, she's blonde. Big surprise." Poor Martha. She's in competition with a girl in a different universe.

Jack hitting on everyone he passed. =P Well, almost everyone. The Doctor's reaction.

The entire interaction between the Doctor and Jack.

Sat, 01 Sep 2007 13:17:37 GMT

I remember the moment that I came to terms with mortality.

I was just barely seven, and I was lying in bed. It was dark out, and dark inside as well. It was before I'd worked out that it was possible to read in the light that struggled under the door. (The door didn't fit very well.) As is usual when you are barely seven, I was holding my doll.

She's somewhere in my room. Her arms and legs are thickly cast rubber (or flexible plastic), her head is rubber and slightly crooked because her soft fabric body has been replaced so many times. She never had a name. No name seemed to fit her; she was Emily, Sophie, Amy, Aurelia, and Megan in rapid succession. (There will be no official mention of Diamond, Sapphire, Emerald and Ana Skaraliana. =P) She was just the baby doll.

But I suddenly realised that, one day, she would exist and I would not (physically, at least). She's artificial. Her head and arms would persist in landfill, while even my dust would be redistributed. It was an awesome and terrifying thought, like having Jupiter sneak up on you while you were studying a pebble or a molecule of methane.

I could see it, I could smell it. There was an... impression of everything. It was dark, faintly red, without any other sort of colour. She was lying there, in what memory has redrawn as the ruins of civilisation.

I panicked and flung her out of the bed -- surely if I didn't associate with her I wouldn't have to think about dying. But, of course, it didn't help. After lying awake for some time, I scrambled down the side of the bed and rescued the doll. Then I faced the thought, and tried to see a way around the realisation that one day, I would not be.

The only thing which I could think of is persistence of the soul. Surely the soul has to continue? It's not really connected to the body. It only obeys perception, and it's part of that perception.

(I know, this seems bizarrely profound. It wasn't in those words. Those are the words which I've applied in the time since, because it's a lot more succinct. And I was raised on deep and abstract thought. When I was close to five, my grandfather taught me about perception, symbolism, generalisation and interpretation by telling me to draw a tree. I remember him explaining that the tree didn't actually look the way it did in the drawing, that the drawing was just a way of putting 'tree' down on paper so that other people could understand it. Like writing. Then he pointed out the fact that a photo of an oak, his line-sketch of a gum tree, and my lollipop in a flowerpot all meant 'tree'.

That's why I have no imagination. Educated too early. =P [Well, not really. I was educated at my own level of mental development. It was just a bit accelerated. And then there was school, where they taught me to read and write again. It was so dull and repetitive that I never actually paid attention long enough to learn to tell time.

When first the schools noticed, they wanted to put me up two years - on top of the year that I had technically been put up by. But it was bad enough being six when everyone else was seven. Being six when everyone else was nine? No, thank you.])

Friday Five - The Name Game

Fri, 10 Aug 2007 09:28:53 GMT

Meme - it's short, so I won't cut it.

1. What is your first name? How do you feel about it? It's Katja, and I think it's pretty. It's come to fit me more.

2. Do you feel that a name can influence the course of a person's life? Their personality? To some extent - people do seem to grow into names and come to fit them, but I suspect that our perception of that is actually more to do with coming to associate a certain name with a certain person.

3. Can a person's name sway your opinion of them? Why or why not? No, because names are chosen by parents.

4. How do you feel about the current trend toward androgynous first names? I don't really don't have an opinion, though it is a little unsettling to meet girls named Aiden and boys named Clarice. (I'm far more concerned with names like 'Catatonia'.)

5. Are there any names that speak powerfully to you, whether by association or imagination? Most names, particularly those of family and friends. But then, most words speak powerfully to me.

Oh, wow.

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 02:17:19 GMT

I am officially in love with Loreena McKennitt's music.

(And many other things besides. n_n)

The Incredible Road Rules Book

Sat, 19 May 2007 22:29:03 GMT

Would anyone like to hazard a guess as to how this cover relates to driving a car? It could show that young people like to drive, especially if they've been grafted to their significant other... but that's a mite ridiculous.

(no subject)

Sat, 21 Apr 2007 11:54:23 GMT

Damin just looked at me.

I could have sworn that he was, however briefly, Jennifer in feline form.

If you say so...

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 08:25:53 GMT

banblyth is energetic.

You've got the energy level of a small yip-yap dog. And, much like those dogs, I hope you get run over by an ice cream truck. Yeah, that's right. I said it.

wanna know your lj's moodring color? enter your user name and hit the button. (discussion thread)

Happy Birthday Claire!

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 04:01:29 GMT

Happy Seventeenth Birthday, Clairity!

*showers you with love and kittens*

Woo...?

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 10:13:21 GMT

English Genius
You scored 100% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 100% Expert!

You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!

Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it!

For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on Beginner

You scored higher than 99% on Intermediate

You scored higher than 99% on Advanced

You scored higher than 99% on Expert

Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test written by shortredhead78 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Meme...

Sat, 10 Mar 2007 10:02:03 GMT

INFJ - "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1.5% of total population.

Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

Blargh.

Mon, 05 Mar 2007 08:06:12 GMT

Well, I've now written the single worst feature article known to man.

Lifetime of Opinions

“The universe is in change, life is but an opinion,” wrote Marcus Aurelius, and so believes Paul Kenealy, a child of the Depression, a Brisbane gardener and a philosopher at heart, who relates his own lifetime of opinions to Katja Kahn-Manne.

Every night for two weeks a year, Paul watched the Belle Vue fireworks display. They were always grand and inventive, as was to be expected from the largest park in England. He could see the starbursts clearly against the smoggy Manchester sky, their incandescence framed by his bedroom window.

It was the Great Depression; a time when many could not afford coal, let alone fireworks. But, like Paul, all of the children in the row of connected houses could press their noses against cold glass and watch the costly fire in the sky. Belle Vue’s gates were often thronged by the same inquisitive children selling packets of crisps or nuts.

Paul sold the Saturday newspaper instead, often struggling through horrific weather for six hours in order to win ten shillings. He remembers “walking, and walking, and walking… snow, rain, wind, the dark English winter didn’t matter. You couldn’t come back to the depot until [the papers] were all sold.”

Even though his education finished at grade six Paul still maintains that he had learned two of the most important thing of all. He knew the importance of learning, and he could read. The latter, figuring amongst the simplest of teachings, gave him the world. He elucidates: “Everything is written down somewhere… except wisdom. You have to learn that yourself.” He was twelve, his newspaper round paid the rent, and despite the hardships of the Depression, he thought he had a terrific life.

Years later, and half the world away, Australia was different.

His childhood dream, to become a bricklayer, was realised when he migrated to Australia in 1950. The apprenticeship was expensive, and so he worked on a station to earn the money required. But apprenticeships proved to be too expensive; while the remainder of his money bought him board and breakfast, it could not extend to lunch, dinner or clothing. So with regret, Paul was forced to leave his dream in Western Australia.

He discovered a new dream in Queensland, a way of sharing his thoughts. But the soapbox forum had been closed since the Second World War, and it took months of lobbying before the Council would reopen the forum. That unique form of public speaking, which he loved, meant that he had to know precisely what he was speaking about as the crowd was full of hecklers.

Paul spoke quietly, which in itself is a remarkable departure from the stereotypical ranting soapbox orator. Subjects ranged from poverty and politics to morality and ethics, and his suggestion to resolve a glut of dairy and eggs by feeding cheese to chickens was recently misquoted in the Courier-Mail. “I meant,” he explains, “that there is no such thing as an oversupply of food so long as there are hungry people in the world.”

One regular subject, which he still speaks about in the quiet of his living room, is that “man should be the master of money, not its servant.” During the Red Scare, he joined a small group of men who were neither Communist nor Capitalist. They believed that both social systems relied too much on currency and lust for power, rather than looking to rationale, and advocated a new system of government. Paul knows that there is something to be feared from both Communists lurking under the beds and Capitalists hiding in the closet.

Years earlier, similar considerations regarding coinage had led him to lobby parliament, following the government's response to wool prices, drought and inflation by introducing a credit squeeze. This led to an increase in unemployment and Paul, still himself employed, turned to the Queensland government for help. Under the rules of the Westminster system of government, he was perfectly within his rights to lobby parliament – but politicians were perfectly within their rights to ignore him, which they did. Subsequently, the credit squeeze remained in place for a further two years.

In 1987, Paul refused to vote when the Fitzgerald inquiry into political corruption concluded with twenty-four politicians yet to face trial. It was, according to the newspapers, unnecessary for these men to be tried. Yet Paul vehemently disagreed for he believes that “if one hundred ordinary men broke the law, driving cars on the street, then the police would prosecute every one of them” and that all must be held accountable to the law. Paul was also held accountable to the law, and went to jail without protest.

Sir Thomas More, who likewise made the honourable choice despite the cost, is one of Paul’s role models. Paul was one of the original members of the Sir Thomas More society in Queensland, but has left their company many years ago.

Now, Paul remains a gardener, a student of ethics and metaphysics, and an armchair quantum physicist. His strongest opinion regards the meaning of life, and its purpose: “To be happy, of course.”

I'm still editing it, and will probably wake up at 3 tomorrow morning with a compulsion to edit the thing again. The greatest problem with this is the cohesivity. And, er, the general dodginess.

I'm, erm, pretending that my second Biology assignment doesn't exist. I'm not too keen on thinking about feature articles for a while now.

(Why do I always put too much Milo in? =/ I don't mind eating the crunchy chunks of chocolatoid, it's the lumps of baby formula, which now can't dissolve thanks to the Milo, that disgust me.)

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 07:26:51 GMT

Hair update. Haven't done one of these yet.

My hair is now 36" long. If anyone's interested, that's thirteen more inches than the distance around my waist, and precisely the circumference of my hips. (Yes, I am aware that I'm dangerously underweight. n_n)

It's also really angry because I straightened it last night for the Marist gym dance. (There seems to be quite a bit of anger around the gym dance.)

But hey, it's shiny. (And I needed to wash it tonight anyway.)

1990

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 06:44:35 GMT

You're a 90's kid if:

You remember tazos.
You can finish this [ice ice _ _ _ ]
You remember watching Doug and Ren & Stimpy
AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
You had a favourite member from FIVE
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
[I didn't. It was rubbish.] You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . .not
When everything was settled by rock paper scissors
When we played Hide and go seek until our legs grew numb.
When we used to obey our parents
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVOURITE song of ALL time.
video hits was actually good.
"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.
Captain Planet. He's a Hero.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendo's and Sega Genisis became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to Australia's Funniest Home Videos . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
you had a fringe at some point. none of this side fringe crap, a real fringe
You remember those Where's Wally books.
You remember eating Warheads.
You remember watching the Aladdin, and Ninja Turtles,.
You remember Ring Pops.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
You remember walkmans
Writing M.A.S.H. notes.
You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell".
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.. . . Furbies.
You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.
And Windows 98 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.
When Goth (NOT EMO) was crazy cool! Smashing Pumpkins, Sonic Youth, the good bands.
You remember Bewitched, Jump 5, S-Club 7, and that whole period with the boy bands and pop divas.
You remember exactly where you were and what you were doing the first time you saw a Britney Spears or N'SYNC video.
Michael Jordan was a king.
No one had brand pencil cases.
You collected those Beanie Babies
Care bears Lamb chop, sesame st. was actually good.
You collected all the Troll dolls
You owned a portable tape player.
You know the Macarena and the nutbush by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You always said, "Then why don't you marry it!"
You went to McDonald's to play in the play place.
Before the MySpace frenzy . . .
Before the Internet & text messaging . . .
Before iPods . . .
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .
Before Spongebob . . .
When you got one sheet of homework for the whole week.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
when Caller ID was a new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.
When the Brisbane Broncos were the best team ever. (I edited that to make it more... local).
Way back. When it was all about N64.
WHEN YOU TRADED POKEMON CARDS FOR A LIVING.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.
Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!!!!
Post this in your bulletin if you remember these days . . . .
Post with the year you were born in

All of those except three. =D

And isn't Doug still televised, or is that a side-effect of living in Australia?

Jumble of Thoughts

Sun, 21 Jan 2007 13:49:54 GMT

Happy BIFF day! (I hope that the fanart Spot was talking about was mine. Otherwise something went desperately wrong. @_@)

Hah. If you run a nail down a fine-toothed plastic comb, it sounds EXACTLY like the gizka call from Kotor. (Kotor!)

Maths B looks surprisingly fun. I'm not being dumb. Integral calculus is fun. It is. Truly. (I especially love the fact that we're supposed to ANTI-differentiate now.)

Rianan and Lyn are slowly merging in my head, but that's partially because Lyn has no personality and Rianan keeps changing her face. Everyone else is fine, but Rianan won't stay fixed. *mutter*

Maybe Lyn's plotline is a little implausible, now that I look at it. Oh well. It's just dodgy. =D I should be able to pace it a little.

I mean, Sword and Song made it to four pages, and there are days when I only keep it going for Finnuilan and Fionnbarr. (If Finnuilan gets mysteriously killed on his way back to the Hall, Claire, DELETE THE POST. My mind will have snapped after attempting to sort out the subplots which aren't going into the Topic. I'm keeping them out so that nobody just wanders in and reads them. =P Only three went in in the first place, and I did stop myself following them to the end. The current subplots are going to extend to the end of the Journal, which could be another four years. She can't take it Journeying, it's Hall property. *Awkward plot device!*)

I REALLY have to go and do the dishes now.

Maybe there'll be some coherence there.

Kitty!

Sun, 14 Jan 2007 00:45:31 GMT

We now have a departure date for Boof and Tarfful: Wednesday the 17th, the day before the sleepover. (Of course =P)

And this is a quick video of Boofhead, for Spot:

(Yep, that's actual speed. Yep, that's a beanbag. Yep, I was sunburnt slightly at Maroochydore yesterday. Yep, that's Myst III music.)

It's low-quality because I don't have long on the computer.