Mini cake, macarons, cookies, strawberries and many more

Mini cake, macarons, cookies, strawberries and many more
Originally uploaded by ciyou

too cute!

GumBallistic!

GumBallistic!
Originally uploaded by boopsie.daisy

boopsie.daisy is one of my favourite photographers on Flickr!

Her setups are always immaculate, & her colours are unreal!

x

toothache :(

My teeth hurt.
I have an addiction...

To refined sugar.
(As I typed that, Bleed American by Jimmy Eat World came on Rage. Love this song...)

I really have to make these again! Yum!

Tastyfake Designs

Just some jewels, pre-spangle. :) x

loving your job

loving your job
Originally uploaded by willlaren

Found this artist on Flickr this morning, fucking hilarious!

Check out my Flickr faves for more lolz... x

Those who get it!

Ok, so I found some pretty amazing tattoos on that site... allow me to share:

Fuck this auto formatting... will edit never. Soz.

BABEFEST 2008 CRUST SPECTACULAR

Another day of nothin', i'm running out of time....

The 'truth' has a way of punching me in the face - sometimes it takes the air out of my lungs. I know (& it really hurts, it terrifies me) that every single day, for the rest of my life, I have the opportunity to make positive choices regarding my mental health. No matter how impossible it might seem. I have this disease - it eats away at my brain, until I'm in this deep, black void. Often, it feels like I only have a handful of options, & my mind can't see anything else, for the darkness.

Sometimes I don't feel like I'm in the void at all anymore. Then, I have a string of bad chemical days, & I'm sucked back in. It doesn't help when there's other things stressing me, that I can't control. There's something inexplicably comforting about the darkness. I switch off. I let my mind overflow.

Black Mariah days...

While this picture may not look so hilarious to you, it reminds me of an awesome time in my life. It was the day Black Mariah recorded our demo (Shetland Pony High Times,, now that's a blast from the past!) pirate style in Mark's bedroom, at St Lucia. Anyway, there weren't enough mic stands, so this wooden giraffe thing acted the part. After we were done with it, I think Will decided to take it down to the bus stop, with a note attached, saying something like
"Please take care of me, I have no home" and heaps of other shit. He put it down there at about 7am, and by the time they checked at about 7:30am he was gone! I hope he found a good home, he was a very practical giraffe. We should have thanked him in the liner notes. I don't think we even ever thanked Geordie & Neil for the use of their voices... but I've said too much!

Some other photos from that day :)


Things were pretty casual that day, I won't lie. Just some brotherly love (Dave probably got his cock out to make Will feel uncomfortable not long after). Sorry Dave. You know it's probably true, though. :)




MixMasterMarkFree, at his mixmaster's desk.






It'z me. Good times. Recording is the best fun you can have with cans on. Mics, on the other hand, can be torture for a self-taught amateur! (I can deal with it now, but I was unhappy with my vox on the Ratnest recording for a long time. I need to be able to move around to get it all out!)

Unfortunately, Limey Ben (2nd axemaster, awesome dude) had gone back to Mother England by that time. The pirate program we used ate up his tracks & our old guitarist, Nick, had to re-do them. Unfortunate.

If you want a copy of the demo, I'm sure we all have a little stack of them floating around somewhere. I reserve my right to choose who gets to hear it, though! & no, no reunion or discography. Only if it would be our covers... we did some rad ones: Pride, Honour, Loyalty by Far Left Limit (FLL still rule, my favourite babes are ones with FLL shirts! Wish I had one), Waste 'Em All by Municipal Waste (would give my.... err... a limb to be able to do this again - I still can't believe we could pull it off at the time! My stomach muscles were pretty stealth), others...

Enough reminiscing.
xLN

Ice Cube Cross Stitch

Ice Cube Cross Stitch
Originally uploaded by laughable

Did this in June this year.

One more thing...

I just remembered hearing about David Tennant quitting as The Doctor.

To reiterate, "it feelz like my boyf just died". Wah. & Stephen Fry isn't even in the running to inherit "the Earth"?

I really like Doctor Who way too much, but I know I'm not alone. So shush. It's Friday, go have some fun like all you kids do! x

Tired...

I hope, that one day, I'll love my non-accidental scars as much as I love my tattoo. I hope I can learn to love them as much as I love my heart scar on my back:


(Scarification by Wayde Dunn, 2006)
They're all a part of me, and I wouldn't change it (or myself) for the world.

It's just past 4:20. You know what that means...
(It means I have to go home & watch Singin' In The Rain again, really, it's that good. Anyone who can't enjoy it needs to man the fuck up & start dancin' like Gene Kelly!)

Mmm, forbidden donut...

I'm so exhausted! I've been working pretty much all day - fuck exercise, I've been joyfully toiling through a can of resin (the plastic kind that I make jewels with), but mostly I've been reinventing a broken, but cute mini kitchen hutch, which I've turned into a resin curing, super awesome cupboard. Today, I installed hinges, handles & recovered most of it in scrapbooking paper I've acquired over the years. &, a resin batch that went murky (I used a different brand than usual, now I know it's Digger's or nothin'. Thx Bunnings). In a little while I'll make my way over to the Red Room at UQ, to see tight bros (& To The North as well, lolz ). It's an enjoyable, but long walk from mi casa. Right now, I'd prefer to sleeeeeeeeep (what hurts today will make me stronger tomorrow ). Why you so humid, Queensland? It's barely Spring! It's all the way to hell from here...

Once I get my camera up & running again (I have... misplaced my camera-to-computer cord in the junkyard that is my room), I'm going to create a "working with resin" how-to. It's so amazing to finally be able to create resin jewels that turn out perfectly. Mind you, that's with about... 3 years experience of working with it. & sometimes, not everything turns out great (the cast-offs are used to decorate the silly shit I make). But, with enough tips (when I started getting serious about it, I read the entire Craftster thread on it - it was a serious mission! Sharing knowledge is rad!), you can create some pretty fun stuff! My fingers are covered (with my experience, I sometimes make the somewhat dubious decision to not wear protective gloves) in a thin coating of resin and sometimes glitter. I love getting my hands dirty! The now-rad chipboard cupboard was a crumbling mess, but I think I've cleaned it up pretty ok so far... half the base is still uneven, though, that's going to be a bitch. The effort will be worth it, though. My limbs are also streaked with varnish and paint - it's a toxic profession!

Let that ill-gotten donut be forever on your head...
xLN


PS. Personal Halloween costume ideas: Tracy Turnblad (the original, I've always wanted to make her cockroach dress! I can do The Roach like nobody's business), Cathy Seldon (Singin' In The Rain really is beyond fantastic, I bought it yesterday, along with Stephen Hawking's A Brief History Of Time, a Cronenberg reader, & something else), & Nikki Brandt (from Videodrome, I'm obsessed, all I need is a "stimulating" red dress! Come to Nikki...!). I think Nikki wins...

2.30am - remember to breathe/dreams

My mind feels like it's sitting in stagnant water,
My brain pulses with stress, & refuses to shut off -
Breeding fear when I should be asleep.
I close my eyes
& I feel blood pulsing through my limbs.

I know I'm trying to talk myself out of sleeping, but I need a break from dreaming.
All my dreams involve international espionage... being chased or lost in foreign places.
When I try & piece them back together in the morning, (although I've given up; the more I remember, the less sense they make) I get frustrated, puzzled, & generally creeped out.

The subconscious is a wonderful thing.
Here's to having an overactive imagination,
& a habit of thinking (&thinking&thinking) about things I can't control.

Nights like these are why His Hero Is Gone are my favourite. (Headless/Heartless)

(I have 150 pages of The First Circle to go, but I'm already trying to decide what to read next... any suggestions? If I can procure my own copy, maybe it's time for Infinite Jest...)

In the spirit of the moment (reaching delerium now... yawn), here's a top 5 of my favourite lullabies to drift off to...

1. Mogwai - Come On Die Young (whole album)
2. Slint - Spiderland (ditto)
3. Joanna Newsom - Sawdust & Diamonds
4. Laurie Anderson - O Superman
5. Will Oldham (aka Bonnie 'Prince' Billy) - Seafarer's Music
(Hon. mentions - Joy Division, Cat Power, Iron&Wine, Karate, Archers Of Loaf...etc)

A short list of things that make me feel better.

1. Smoking
2. Drag Queens
3. Laughing at myself
4. Laughing in general
5. Coffee

Oh, Ash.

Evil Dead!

You should listen to more Zeke.

xLN

...

I admit, my recent thoughts have been negative.
& I need to get my priorities in order.
That has always been my problem... I just couldn't see it. My mind is not always "on the ball". I can see the bigger picture now. It's weird, how all kinds of lame analogies like that have rung true with me lately.

But right now, I need to busy myself with something.
I usually have the power to stop my "negative thought train", but it's still puffing along in the back of my mind.

(Can I do this? Can I "get on with my life?")

Full steam ahead...
I need to get some sleep.
Have you ever had dreams that were ultimate perfect what-you-want-to-happen-in-real-life?
As I recall my dreams throughout the day (vivid dreams are a side effect of meds I'm on, and they're not kidding. I sleep so deeply that my dreams are bizarre and intertwining), they twist into nightmares.

I can't deal with it.

If only these amazing things would happen in real life.
There's a constant nagging (I blame the train) in the back of my head.
What if this is like all the other times?
Can I do this "by myself"?
Is my resolve really stronger than ever?

I know I'm being indulgent, but that's the thing with depression.
Once you start thinking negatively, you never really stop.
A while ago I realized that I had been thinking so negatively, for so long, that I thought it was normal.
That may sound... obvious to you (it is to me now), but I have been unwell. For a long time.
Every thought was once a deception upon a deception (my own personal doublethink, forever loyal to the black cloud residing in my chest).
I can see through the cloud these days... most of the time.
But when the train starts running, the thicksome bloats of smoke (thx Nick Cave) fill
The cavity inside my chest.

xo Lisa Nicole.

Nihongo

One of my favourite things about the Japanese language is the non-existence of Capitalisation. I prefer to listen to the language via music (listen to Gauze’s Fuckheads album, it‘s fucking genius) and movies (Kurosawa mostly, but my favourite is Tetsuo - The Iron Man, second only - in my world - to Eraserhead. There‘s hardly any dialogue in Tetsuo, but the soundtrack alone is brilliant industrial madness. My god, Shinya Tsukamoto is a babe in that movie. I know, I‘m a creep), but even in it’s loosest, most comfortable form, there’s still a strict order and restraint to Japanese. In English, I’m finding, you can be a lot more political with your Capitalisation. I am unsure if I would give “xmas” a capital even at the start of a sentence. xmas day, AKA baby Jesus’ b’day, means family gathering, but the faith aspect is of no interest to me, personally. I believe in science… Stephen Hawking’s birthday should be celebrated! What an interesting man. The things he must dream about… terrify me! All my favourite geniuses have some kind of “obstacle”. For Kurt Vonnegut, it was old age. It broke my fucking heart when he died. Sometimes, when I’m feeling… anxious, I open up Breakfast Of Champions at any page and read, It’s my own personal version of praying. I read until I feel calm, which always happens after a while, he always makes me feel better. Then I thank Mr Vonnegut, sir (really, my version of praying, you could say weed has opened up my mind regarding spirituality - when David Foster Wallace died, I went straight to Incarnations Of Burned Children for comfort. I read it over and over, sometimes getting stuck on certain parts, & bawled my eyes out. That story always hit a note with me since the first time I read it… I get so caught up in the pace of it, it’s brilliant… Devastated & Lost, indeed), for the lovely prose that he happened to bless the world with.

God bless you, Mr Vonnegut (he's up in heaven now, you know)...

Peas out,
Lisa Nicole x

Lady Lazarus.

"The second time I meant to last it out
and not come back at all. I rocked shut as a seashell,
And they had to pull the worms off me like sticky pearls."