tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37450326496778315542011-04-21T12:44:36.627-07:00There could be a slim chance that someone who doesn't know me is reading this blog... very slight, I'd say. Well, then... I live on the moon and grow purple roses, which blossom into poems & watercolours. In my spare time I attend university, go mad on Latin and completely loose my sanity smoking Ancient Greek.Iron Orchidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14242186349870892551noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3745032649677831554.post-65115689844914081402006-11-20T00:46:00.000-08:002006-11-20T01:54:37.371-08:00<p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7554/457157305868875/1600/960588/MVC-002S.jpg"></a> </p><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;">I have decided on keeping a blog over the holidays... when aquaintances are not seen every day and not much of interest seems to happen.</span> <span style="color:#ff9966;">Perhaps this will alleviate the inertia to a certain extent... Am currently L5R crazy. Scorpion courtiers and Ratling shejenga fill my thoughts... opera plays in the background... wonderful books are on the shelves - yet I sit, <em>for hours</em>, just sorting cards. What is the world coming to?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Sunday was extremely fun... Went to Vagabond (geek store in city) and played the addictive card game ALL DAY. Played my mind-blowingly-fun Scopion deck and merrily dishonoured people right, left and centre. Won two games by defaut, one against random-guy, one against Jack (whom I was sorry to see go becaused I would have <em>loved</em> to beat him! Played <em>an excutiating</em> game against James Dunning - two decks that were NEVER meant to meat, weird Dragon-Mantis thing vs. nasty dishonour deck - this equals MAJ<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7554/457157305868875/1600/960588/MVC-002S.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7554/457157305868875/320/654123/MVC-002S.jpg" border="0" /></a>OR brain damage for both of us - he conceeded though, which was a nice ego boost!</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Job hunting is still going on... Paper Plus manager hasn't gotten back to me yet....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">GARDENING - oo... was pressganged into gardening from nine until two... without pay. Wasn't as bad as I thought it might be, though, we had Concert FM going on my portable radio and I was mostly weeding in the shade... I tied a lovely purple rose so that it grew along our fence, which was rewarding. Horace the Rabbit ate like he thought I was going to pull up all the plants and leave him starving for a bit of weed(s)! He scratched me across the wrist, so it looks like I'm into self-harm, not being harmed by bunnys... (picture the Monty Python rabbit).</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">Horace also insists on playing soccer with a ball on the deck and around four post meridian - HE GOT STUCH UNDER MY BED! =O Frantic scratching and occasionally a nose would pop out... aw...!</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>Poem time ~ !</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">A pink nose tickles </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">the dewy weeds</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">who shudder, born again.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Bees drift noisily over the lavender,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">as a spade rips into earth.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">A citrus tree had married some bamboo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">yoked with a green ring.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Climbers ae wound through the fence,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">by dirt-covered gloves.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">And arias are broadcast over the grass,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">to the busy sunlit audiance. </span></strong></div><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#003333;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#003333;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"><em></em></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;"><em>~*~</em></span></div><span style="color:#003333;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#003333;"><em>END TRANSMISSION ~</em></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#003333;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3745032649677831554-6511568984491408140?l=meablogum.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Iron Orchidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14242186349870892551noreply@blogger.com2