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Love you more x

The Adventures of Clyde the rent-a-cat

Now, for those of you who are not fans of the feline (cats, damnit - dirty minds you have) you might find the awww factor of this post at minus 17, but for those of us who are fascinated by cats and their ability to make you feel like utter shit no matter how much you try and please them, this is for you.

I was never much of a cat fan, always loved the fact that dogs greet you happily and do not look you up and down like you are a leper of some sort. Plus the fact that I am highly allergic to the near presence of the creatures, made me pretty much steer clear of their licking and purring and cute little googly eyes for most of my life. Then, one Christmas about ten years ago, my brother places a picnic basket in front of me. I was like, seriously, stop being a turd, it's Christmas not (whatever you do that includes a picnic basket) My brother, looking at me like he is about to jump up and down with glee merely says - open it. And as I lift the lid, not one but two of the cutest little balls of fur peek their heads out and in an instant - I am in love. The next few years included me being like a cat mother to my little rebellious babies, as well as having permanent hayfever and mauling allergies.

Once my two cats proceeded to move on (not die - you cold hearted souless assumer) I really missed having their bitchy attitudes and aloof personalities around - until recently, that is.

We thought it was rather sweet when one day, a cute little black kitty decided to visit. This was no regular cat though - this cat has no tail. And before you think it's gross (which it totally is, shame) it must be known that this cat is one ballsy feline. It is proud of its tailless appearance and even though I assume that it constantly get teased by the other cats for its lack of body extension, there is no doubt that this cat is nowhere near shy.

Clyde (or rent-a-cat so I have called him) has decided that his new residence is our home.This I don't mind, it is kind of enduring, but he is becoming extremely territorial. He mewos outside our door day and night and proceeds to irritate any visitors that come to say hi. He believes that my bed is his kingdom, and with my duvet being white and well him, well, not being that colour, it proves a bit of an irritation.

He has also decided that he shall bring his friends over to visit, as just this morning there was yet another cat roaming around my flat. But when he tried to jump on my bed, Clyde went into arched back mode and hissed the poor fellow right out the front door.

So, my conclusion to this matter (on the fact that my flat now seems to be the local feline hangout for cats of all shapes and sizes) is that we have a very welcoming and loving home aura.

Or.

I am in fact becoming a cat lady.

Fuuuuu.

X

Down with the Sickness (ritual)

Is it just me blossoms, or does everyone have a sickness ritual?

When I am feeling sick (like today) and have been cursed with said illness (bronchitis) I begin with firstly cursing my pathetic excuse for an immune system and then it is all systems go. Cue couch, blanket (currently purple and fluffy. Wonder where I got this from) anyway, water, orange juice, corenza, perscribed medicine (had to give in and drag my sorry ass to the doctor which costed me my next trance party ticket) technology and finally millions of pillows. From this royal perch I screech delirious orders to no one in particular, hoping that someone will take pity on me and eventually bring me waffles and ice cream. I do not sleep much when sick because that gives me less time to try and make people feel sorry for me.

It gets rather lonely being sick, and owing to the fact that I cannot ask any of my friends to come over because they 1. Actually HAVE working immune systems 2. Have a job to go to 3. Do not want to hear me moan about how I feel like there is an elephant sitting on my chest and 4. Have a life.

So, alas, I will sit at home, alone, and work (or blog)

If I do not blog by tomorrow, I have choked to death from excessive coughing (or on my waffles and ice cream). I hope it's the latter.

xxx

The Great Disney Debate

I find great comfort in the fantastical world of Disney films. I always thought that I would grow out of the fascination for these films, that I would grow up and indulge in art house movies whilst drinking red wine and writing poetry in leather bound books. But this didn’t happen and my love for Disney films only grew stronger.

I watch these films when I’m feeling slightly off centre or nostalgic and they never cease to entertain. My obsession with these films have been tamed however as I do not watch Beauty and the Beast 5 times in a row but still, there is something different about watching a Disney film when you are all grown up, it contains a different type of magic, one that intrigues and entertains on a different, more poignant level of creativity.

So, you can imagine my surprise when I entered one of my numerous film courses at varsity a few years ago only to find out that we were going to be doing a short course on Disney films. My excitement escalated! What I did not know however, that this course would question my outlook on Disney films altogether.

My lecturer (her name escapes me) explained that Disney was full of unsavoury messages that would brain wash children and only lead them into believing that everything ends happily ever after and that these worlds that existed n Disney films were in fact part of the real world.

Yes, Disney films exacerbate stereotypes as well as fantastical situations, but isn’t this exactly what they want? Disney do not hide in the fact that their worlds are not real, and yes the villain is always of foreign origin (well, their accent is anyway) and the woman might be in an inferior position but it’s fantasy, and this influence will not change the life course of younger ones as much as some other films directed with children in mind will.

Disney is escapism, and sometimes we all need to escape a little, no matter if we are 5 or 55. So, even though my perception of Disney has changed and I continue to view these films from a different point of views, I still hold a love for these films that no other movies could replace.
What do you think, kittens? Is my film study history making me over analyse the effect of Disney film or are these movies filled with brainwashing nonsense that is unhealthy for children.

Le Anonymous

This whole Le Crush thing bothers me. Not because I think it’s silly, no, I think its pretty darn cool. I find myself tip toeing over to that blog on a weekly basis, hoping to see another hottie write up, accompanied by some flattering (and embarrassing) pictures. But who is this lady-shakes that elegantly stalks and writes about men whom she just cannot resist?

Is she one of those quiet types, you know, the ones who stand in the background and observe all of the trendzoids making out, drinking copious amounts of whiskey on the rocks and talking about how bored they are of everything? Or is she one of those about and about frequenters, the ones whom you know will always be at the Kimberly Hotel, Assembly and Evol, flirting with the boys at the foosball tables and posing for pictures with her hair slightly over their one eye? Guess we will never know.

What I found pretty unbelievable is the amount of people I know or know of that have been featured on Le Crush, and I am neither of above. Shows how small Cape Town actually is and this factor can sometimes work against you, unless you are one of those types who just love to be seen and scene.

Or, maybe we are jumping the gun. Maybe the author of Le Crush is not even of the le female race. Go figure.

So, who’s your next eye spy with my crushing eye, Le Crush? I have a few suggestions that you might just like, anonymous. Cape Town may be small, but it is indeed filled to the brim with talent, even if most of the club frequenters these days are still busy writing their matric finals and cannot hold a decent conversation of any sort. A girl can look.

Womanly Music / Musically Women

Whilst I try and embrace the blogspot thingymajiggy, I want to share with all of you petals how much I like chicks that can sing. I do not mean screech or moan elegantly, making it sound like they are actually holding a tune, but rather really sing, like it is being sourced from a far deeper place than others (like me, the musically un-inclined) can ever understand or truly appreciate.

There are three women in particular that are entertaining my ears and have been doing so for a while now and because this is my own little bloggyblog world, I will share these three ladies with soul, with you. Pull up a chair...

Florence and the Machine:

Ok so it is pretty obvious that many of you already have aquainted yourselves with this lady by the name of Florence Welch and her flipping radical voice, but if you have not, shame on your cotton socks. I replay this song whenever I have a chance and I just do not get sick of the way that this woman uses her voice. Yes, I guess Florence and the Machine are radio friendly and yes, that would normally put me off owing to the fact that I am allergic to 5fm but damn, this redhed has more fire in her belly than most. Check her out

Feist:

Wow. I have had this CD in my CD player in my car for the past month (no jokes) and now it is all scratchy and not even a bit of rubbing on my clothes will help! I do not know Leslie Feist as a part of Broken Social Scene but her voice is just so darn pretty and she is quite the musical prodigy, so I have heard (read on Wiki) this song makes me so happy that it's bouncing rating is a 9 out of ten. Give it a listen, pretties. You might recognise it from a certain stupid coffee advert, but it does not matter.

Pj Harvey:

My brother introduced me to this woman and I have been listening to her tunes ever since I was a young lass. The way she uses her voice intrigues me, with all it's twists and turns it is like a roller coaster of octaves and her intense lyrics provide you with the bright red cherry on the top of (insert yummy dessert option here) She has done a few collaborations with Nick Cave (love him!) and even though she is rather unknown, her music contains depth like you have never heard before. Here is my favourite (live version unfortunately - she has only a handful of music videos)

So there we have it. Happy Friday xxxx

But mom, I don't waaant to internet!

Lovielies, I feel that I am somewhat stuck. Not with writing, that I can do. I write for a living and on a regular day, I can churn out around 2 000 words from 8 - 5. Now, if you think (and really think if you are like me and are critically allergic to maths) 2 000 is like, totally 10 000 words a week. And that means 40 000 words a months! (note to self - ask for raise) Anyway, I digress. The point I am trying to make is that I never get writers block or blog block when I can write about anything I want to!

What I am stuck on, however, is the platform I use in order to express my inner most thoughts and my likes and dislikes (see blog numero uno). I just do not know if this Blogger and THIS blogger fits. I have always used Wordpress blogs for my work and now I am feeling totally out of my depth with Blogger even though I have been told that it is much easier to maintain than other platforms such as wordpress and others. Is this true kittens?

I want this blog to be visual and enlightening and I just cant seem to give off that sense energy with this blog. Maybe I just need a little Blogger 101 crash course - care to assist?

What do all of you out there in the internets think? Is blogger a limited platform, only letting you extend your design and layout so far or can Blogger be easily adapted and made oh-so-pretty and visual, therefore curing disease and ending world hunger?

Hollarr back

xxx