Half Term Blog and a Dog

I think that if adults had half terms, their output would be highly improved and would not only counteract the extra time off but also contribute more to the economy.

For example, this week I have walked my dogs, worked on homework (not as much as I should but more than I sometimes do in term time), sorted out 8,000 things that I’ve been putting off since Christmas and been to the cinema.

It’s fun.

Speaking of stuff I’ve done, please go and have a look at the new and improved Webways layout, which is hopefully clearer than the old one. I’ve also slashed prices on Etsy because a lot of listings end soon and I kind of want to clear out old stock to make way for shinier stuff in the coming months. Essentially, I have a lot of stationery lying around that I want to make into art and – hopefully – sell. Don’t worry, it won’t be recycled greetings cards with ‘Customised by Francesca’ written in Sharpie across the front… I’m thinking of it as a fun challenge, one which ideally we all benefit from (me from having a cleared cupboard and some petty cash and you from having some excellent artwork that cost distinctly less than one of those contemporary pieces no one understands).

Basically that’s me asking you to buy my stuff, awkward. On the other hand, by purchasing my stuff you’re helping to fund this thing, which is wonderful. To conclude this slightly rambling I-should-go-to-bed post, here is a GIF of a little dog:

Swimming Doggie

 

The movement’s really slow on the main blog for some reason: click and it’ll speed up. The website watermarked on the image is an interesting one and possibly a black hole of online entertainment…

Popcorn Versus Pumpkins

So it’s November, and we’ve got men growing creepy moustaches and writers attempting to put together an entire novel together in thirty days and I’m pretty sure the Stoptober failures victims not-quit-people have bought their weight in tobacco in the last few days. The last of the Hallowe’en sweets are being eaten/discarded and Strictly‘s getting sparklier.

I don’t have a moustache (hopefully), my novels are never, ever going to be done in a month (I’m not that dude from that Bradley Cooper film) and I don’t smoke. I think we threw out the gross popcorn. Eh.

Anyway, the second half term of the year started today – which means lots more essays, woolly gloves and crawling home to read a nice book in bed, nursing my arthritic joints like the old lady I will someday be. Ahh, hot chocolate. Mist. Christmas shopping. MSI show really soon. Here is a video of a porcupine eating a pumpkin to help with the “Brr, it’s getting cold” blues. The porcupine’s name is Ted.

In Which I Make Lame Excuses for Not Blogging

The funny thing about half term is that some days I literally only watch television so have nothing interesting to write about. Others I’m rushed off my feet doing stuff I’d love to talk about, but don’t have time. Odd, that.

This weekend has been of the ‘rushed off feet’ category, so although I’ve finished two of the three My Chem pieces, had three separate makeovers and seen the new Pirates of the Caribbean, I haven’t gotten round to thinking about it all. Or collecting photographs. I also remembered late last night that I have a German speaking GCSE thing on Tuesday morning and haven’t learnt the required German, so please give me until midweek to catch you guys up on a) the awesome hairdo and eye makeup combination the girls did me, b) the My Chem pieces and c) how much I hate Ikea, where I went on Tuesday.

I haven’t seen this week’s Doctor Who yet, so if anyone tells me what happened tomorrow, I’m going to be pissed.

Calling on the MCRmy and Killjoys (come on guys, it’s half term… spare me a minute?!)

So I think it’s pretty obvious to everyone I know/who’s following me on Twitter by now that I’m working on a handful of My Chem-esque pieces that are, sort of, art. The first two are pretty cool, if I may say so myself, although I need to buy an ink eraser for the couple of times I wasn’t paying attention or was writing with my eyes shut (happens more than I care to admit). I do, however, need your help with the third piece.

We all know that the guys in My Chem say some interesting stuff. Often funny and usually intelligent stuff, yes? We also know that there are twenty million fangirl-created websites dedicated to the guys’ quotes. Quotes which I’m going to – artistically, of course, ahem – incorporate into this final piece. My only problem is, it’s really hard to work out what has been adapted to fit websites, mis-heard or misinterpreted (we all know now that Mikey hasn’t ever actually stuck any forks in toasters, right?). Evidence is needed.

So I’m asking you lot to do some YouTube searching and Googling, and link me quotes which the band has actually said. By that I mean: hit the comment button, write what who said and when, and link the video/recording/genuine article. You know, if it was in a New York Times piece, I’m more inclined to believe it than if it was on a blog (unless it’s Cassie’s blog. Then it’s probably accurate). I am a perfectionist when it comes to work, so if I think something isn’t one hundred per cent true, it won’t make the cut. I already have a handful, but I’m working on A3 paper and I’m supposed to be revising for three GCSEs and writing an English essay… Apparently this education lark must come before My Chem fan art. So I’m calling on you guys, since it’s half term and I know you’re nice.

If there’s a problem with commenting on here, or if the quote’s really long, email it with the link to indifferentignorance@hotmail.co.uk.

I will accept Gerard’s onstage ramblings.

We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

  Or, in this case, a silver wedding anniversary for my second cousins in Romford that involved no one knowing anyone while knowing everyone because we are clearly all from the same gene pool, judging by the olive skin, dark hair and interesting nose. I definitely saw a Maltese cross around my dad’s cousin Les’s neck.

  I don’t have any photos as the only one with a fraction of all the family in was taken on a fancy Canon camara by someone who wasn’t related. Possibly. Anyway, here are some snapshots of my half term:

  Wednesday, chores for cash:

Thursday: sunshine, ice cream, trampoline:

 

 

 

Thursday night, camping in the tent in our garden:

 

 

 

  Friday: beach with the girls

 

 

 

 

 

From: Ruby     To: Frank

I have such a drain brain, it drains even more than that hole in the oil pipe in the Gulf of Mexico D:

 
And so, as my brain was draining away onto the floor, I happened to look down and see a shiny little puddle (which bore quite a lot of resemblance to mercury, might I add) with you on it, pulling a face that somewhat resembles this:
 
>:U
 
or maybe
 
D:<
 
And I reached down, and with the end of my fountain pen scooped the little shiny puddle up into my hand, before proceeding to reinsert it into my ear.
 
and then,
FLASH
 
The sun went out, and thunderbolts stared raining down on my head and the ground shook beneath my feet, and I was duly frightened.
 
And then an image of God (although, now I think about it, he did bear quite a lot or resemblance to my angry next door neighbour) appeared in front of me and said:
 
‘Oh smite ye, mere earthling, as you stand at my feet trembling, for you have disobeyed the word of FRANK.’
 
And I knelt down at his feet and asked, in trembling tones ‘What have I done’.
 
And God proceeded to say ‘It is what you have not done that has displeased FRANK so mightily’
 
And then I remembered about the bicarbonate of soda, that was sitting innocently in the cupboard behind. I whirled around and grabbed it, before brandishing it at the face of God and crying out ‘Forgive me O God who looks like my angry next door neighbour, for I have truly sinned.’
 
His voice then boomed out ‘This is good. I shall forgive you this time mere earthling, but next time you shall not be so lucky’, and with this he vanished with a puff into the ceramic vase by the TV.
 
By Ruby.
 
  Here is the aforementioned bicarbonate of soda, which Ruby made seventy-three fairy cakes with last week. I am not making that up, nor are the following pictures Photoshopped.