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An update since I haven't posted in a bajillion years. Still alive, people (esp [livejournal.com profile] egadfly  :P).

Wedding plans

Coming along nicely. Shawl is finished and blocking. Dress is kinda halfway made (pattern is graded and mockup fits), need to do some work on Phleep's waistcoat this weekend. Still need to get the table herb things but that can wait until a few days before the event.

We are expecting a full compliment of Anastasiadisesesesseseses for the wedding. I think Phleep will be very chuffed to have all the siblings there, when we first started to plan we didn't think anyone would come. My sister is moving in with her boyfriend for the week that P's sister and bf are there so the house will be less crowded. I'm a bit nevous of the reception. I don't deal well with huge parties and lots of people and I can't go hide in the kitchen like I usually do. We'll see how it goes, I guess. There are plans to do Xmas in Germany if the honeymoon funds allows it, otherwise somewhere local.


Work

The new (since my last post) job is going well. I have more responsibility and a very varied portfolio. I'm learning a lot and it's not boring. Hopefully I will be over the backlog soon and able to get into a good routine. I can see this job expanding as we open more offices around Africa.

Social

Saw District 9 recently. Not quite sure how I feel about it (which seems to be the general mood, people watch it and then have to think about it for some time before forming an opinion). I might blog about it, I might not. I think I've said before that others' opinions of movies don't matter to me and don't affect my enjoyment/opinion of a movie, so I don't think anyone else will care what I think about it. Suffice it to say that it's really hard to watch if you're a white Saffer. I'm still a bit depressed about it.

This weekend is the hen/stag party extravaganza. I know [livejournal.com profile] zoezebra (get better soon!) is kidnapping me for an afternoon of outdoorsy fun on Saturday (must remember to dose with hayfever meds before leaving the house). Phleep is booked all weekend for various things that I think he will like. The exact details are a sekrit :P. My house-building thing is next Saturday, I'm really looking forward to it. It will be hard work and I might die, but I think it will be very rewarding.

Also, Storm in a G Cup is the best bra shop in the world! At last, no more tears when looking for bras that support and fit and don't look matronly :). There's a _whole drawer_ of lacy bras in my size. I'm so taking Phleep there after the wedding to buy me that teal silky lacey one. Mmmm, teal. They're a bit pricey but the service is excellent and they do all repairs and alterations for free.

That's about it, really. Must update the knit blog as soon as I've taken pics of all my recent FOs (shawl, Phleep's gloves, my rasta hat, my alpaca gloves). I haven't knitted much lately, I think I'm a bit burned out after the shawl. Also, my wrist is a bit sore but since I haven't been knitting I think that's probably the cold. Spring is here! The weather is chilly, the sun is shining and my nose is snurfly.

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These recent long weekends have been great. I got to spend quality time with my bear, who returned from Old Blighty last week (on a public holiday :P) with a suitcase full of gorgeous yarn for me!* We voted, nommed and then vegged with ST. It was lovely.

Sarah and Hendrik's wedding was lovely, if a bit on the chilly side. I thought I wouldn't enjoy it for lack of Panda but I ended up having a good time (mostly due to an epic conversation on SF authors and mutual agreement that Ian M Banks is overrated and then some ass-shaking on the dance-floor which left me sore for days afterwards).

I also saw The Reader while P was away. It really made me think about cultural guilt. An ex-SS camp guard is portrayed as a (gasp!) normal woman who was just doing her job (there was a big outcry in the media about this aspect). It brought home that lots of people involved in atrocities are just doing their jobs, just going along with the government. One of the characters remarks that the trial of the ex camp guards is a farce, just an outlet for everyone else's guilt and so they can be seen to be "doing something". The only reason they were being prosecuted was because one of the survivors wrote a book. It made me think about whether Germans still feel guilty about the Holocaust. I know there's severe paranoia about anything that might rekindle Nazi sympathies but I wonder how many Germans (especially the children of those who were adults at the time) feel guilty about their parents' (in)actions. Then I started thinking about how many whites my age feel guilty for apartheid. I think I've said on this blog before that I don't particularly feel guilty about it. My family was poor, still are poor. I went to a government school and did pretty well there, but I'd like to think that was because I'm smart and not because I'm white. I don't recall having any particular advantages during primary and pre-school years. Perhaps I'm living in a rose-coloured fairy world of Northern Suburbia. I just don't feel guilty about it, it wasn't me and I don't think I gained by it.

Also, during the run-up to elections I remarked to my sister that the vast majority of South Africans vote according to race and it does seem true. I don't think we'll get rid of that until the last people who suffered under apartheid are dead. Only now am I meeting mixed couples (not white-coloured, but white-black which seems somehow more radical?) and it seems to be young people, people who were too young to have any concept of apartheid. I didn't have any concept of apartheid growing up, the first I knew about it was when the schools were opened and we got a coloured girl in our class. I remember my mom saying "be nice to her but don't bring her home". I didn't really understand that, I was 11 or 12 at the time. I often find myself thinking about what it means to be white and South African. Do I feel guilty? Should I? Did I benefit from others' misery? Afrikanerdom is full of emo :P. Next think you know I'll be walking into the sea.

I am so looking forward to Wolverine: Origins this weekend. I might actually wet my pants, the trailer looks so damn awesome. I do love me some hot X-Men action. You can keep your wangsty Caped Crusader, DC, Marvel ftw. I like my super-heroes to actually have super powers. Iron Man is an exception, because RD Jr can do no wrong. I can't wait for the Ultimates movie.


* also a proposal, which I accepted. Plans are for next year March, UK ceremony and party this Xmas if financial situation stabilizes.

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Got this lovely piece of poetry in some spam for Viagra just now, had to share :). I'm just wondering what a "costly elephant's rope" is, or if I actually want to know. Also, "his car of precious"? Obviously Gollum's fallen on hard times and is working as a spam copy-writer. The randomness of this poetry pretty much sets the theme for this blog entry.

Device of the costly elephant's rope, was adorned is kesava
who is inconceivable. Hence, it is absurd roars. As soon
as they heard that loud peal, dhrishtadyumna auditors assenting
to this truth, he then gave me thus, he rose into the sky
on his car of precious.


In other news, Phleep leaves soon for the UK. He will be away for three weeks but I am consoling myself with the thought of all the delicious yarns he's bringing back for me (currently sitting at 15 skeins). I plan to eat nothing but beans and eggs on toast while he's away, haha! I will also install methane energy converters in a bid to save money in the lean times to come. I'm not sure the cats will appreciate it, though.

I also plan to fill the time with learning to spin on my shiny new drop spindle. As soon as [livejournal.com profile] zoezebra gets her ass back from Wales she'll teach me to use the damn thing. Lookout world, phear my lumpy yarnz!

Here's a very funny article on Hayibo about the A-team resurrection: http://www.hayibo.com/articles/view/1005

We went to see Watchmen on Sunday night. I'm not sure if it wowed me or not, but then I wasn't particularly wowed by the graphic novel (I can hear some of you gasping incredulously from here). Maybe I came along on the comic scene too late and am jaded by all the other stuff I've read to appreciate the new ideas put forth in it. Don't get me wrong, it's a good story (even if I totally figured out the "villain" halfway through. I'm bad like that, it's a curse) but it didn't rock my world. Rorschach's pretty cool though.

Speaking of non world-rocking, I agree a bit with some online sentiments that NG is slightly over-rated. Yes, I enjoy his stuff, it's interesting and well-written, but I don't think he's the literary Messiah some people think he is. I don't particularly like American Gods, Anansi Boys was ok and The Graveyard Book was a fun read (I'm sure others with more literary credentials than I will go on about the Jungle Book comparisons and all and all), but none of these made me wet myself. China Miéville, otoh, can do no wrong (otooh, The Peoples Republic of China sucks ass and the SA govt sucks China's ass). His books, all of them, blow my mind. Maybe it's just preference, ymmv. I must read them again, if I can get through reading Watchmen for the second time (it's sooo long).

If Ysolda Teague ever shows up at my door, I'm leaving Phleep. Just FYI. And no, it's not just because she bears a resemblance to ScarJo (who supports D&G, who used fur in their latest show, woe! she's totally off my "will leave Phleep for" list, although I will probably still go watch all her movies), her knitting patterns are pretty awesome too.

And that's about it. I'm glad Autumn is finally here, I can snuggle under my blankie again! And make stew!  Mmmm, stew.

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We went to see Tropic Thunder last weekend. It might be the most awesome movie I've seen in a while. I'm not saying it's a good movie, or that I would buy it on DVD to rewatch, but it's damn enjoyable. I did get the feeling that it wasn't really "scripted", per se, but more of a general guideline, like "ok, guys, in this scene we need this and this to happen, go!" and then the actors all came up with lines of the top of their heads. If you don't like Ben Stiller and Jack Black, don't go see this. It's halfway between Zoolander and Nacho Libre, I guess.

RD Jr is just awesome as the black dude who's really an Australian in disguise ("I know who I am, I'm the dude playing a dude disguised as another dude"). Ben Stiller basically is Zoolander with a Rambo complex. Look out for Tom Cruise as Les Grossman, he totally steals the movie. He's absolutely hilarious (and I think he made up most of his own dialogue off the bat). Also, see if you can spot all the other film references (lots of war movies, Chaplin).

I seem to have developed RSI in my left wrist from too much knitting. I'm assuming it's from knitting as that's when I first noticed the pain. Time to cut down on my knitting :( and stock up on Ibuprofen. I'll go to the doc if it doesn't get better, apparently surgery is sometimes required. Add the sore wrist (typing makes it sore too) to my recent minor head-surgery and huge work stress and you can guess how happy I am with life at the moment. I feel like I need lots of chocolate mousse, but that's not really fitting in with my trying-not-to-be-so-damn-fat plan.
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Last night I watched "While you were sleeping" for maybe the third time. It's a lovely, sweet movie, a bit cheesy and twee (as Phleep put it) but still heartwarming. The basic premise is that this dude nearly gets hit by a train, goes into a coma and his fancier gets mistaken for his fiancee. At one point she goes to his apartment to feed his cat. Now, he's been in a coma for a few days already and it's a really fancy apartment*. Yes, the cat is starving, but what I want to know is: WHERE HAS IT BEEN POOPING?! I know my cats get angry if I don't clean the litter box for a day** yet this Persian kitty has been alone for 2 days at least, in a very fancy apartment ***. The not-fiancee feeds the cat but there's no changing (or mention) of litter and she rushes off again.

Now, a normal person would not have noticed this and gone on to enjoy the rest of the movie with its little love triangle and misunderstandings and eventual happy ending full of cheese. But all I could think about was the cat poop.

* with really fancy cream carpets. There's a bit where she knocks over a vase of blue stuff and then puts a couch over the stain.

** 2 days and I start finding "presents" on the bathroom mat

*** on like the 50th floor of this building with, I'm assuming, no jetpack to get out of the window

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