Doodly Doodles

Doodled again this weekend. Twice actually, though I wont put the first one up as I think it sucks.

This is a … Thing.

Space compass? Astrology chart? Symbol of some alien deity?

I was listening to an episode of Star Trek (TNG) as I was drawing.

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What are this?

This video was the inspiration:

I love Peter’s work.

I started with a circle…

Australia Day. Invasion Day. Whatever. STFU.

This is a nonsensical rant and if you’re sensitive to the subject then I would suggest you partake of a little sexual exercise elsewhere. (Yes, that means fuck off.)

It’s a widely known fact that I hate getting political but sometimes there are some things that just really bloody annoy me.

There are a few political topics that get up my nose but if ever there was one, Australia Day would be it.

Vandalism - pure and simple. Like it or not, this is a historical piece of architecture that has been defaced. Feral actions like this does not effect change. (AAP Image/Paul Purcell)

Vandalism – pure and simple. Like it or not, this is a historical piece of architecture that has been defaced. Feral actions like these do not affect change.
(AAP Image/Paul Purcell)

You know what?

I’m tired of it.

I don’t celebrate Australia Day. I never have though that’s never been for any political statement. I just enjoy the public holiday that comes with it. One less day at school/work – it’s all good. Occasionally I’ll get together with friends for a BBQ though that’s really more about being with friends than thinking about our great, brown land.

But if I do happen to think about it on the quiet, to me Australia Day is just being happy about what makes this country pretty awesome. We have good stuff here like human rights and accessible health care. We don’t have chronic umemployment the country-over and we, as a general rule, have a pretty great standard of living by comparison to many places. We have great (if somewhat scary at times) weather.

Nothing is ever perfect and the nation has a whole bunch of shortcomings and failings just like every other place in the world but to me, Australia will always be imperfectly perfect. I’ve experienced a little culture in other parts of the world and to be honest, I would rather be here with all our deadly snakes and spiders and things with big chompy teeth that live in the water.

But do not EVER question my right to be here and enjoy this country and celebrate being here.

I don’t care what you believe but I respect your right to believe whatever you like. If this is Invasion Day to you and you want to mourn it, go right ahead. Just don’t expect everyone else to feel the same way.

I do not agree with what you have to say, but I’ll defend to the death your right to say it. — Voltaire

I’m going to enjoy the sunshine and my Monday off work.

Argh. The next thing you know people will be ranting that the Easter Bunny isn’t real.

Pompholyx

So, this is a bit of a community service announcement, just in case there’s someone else out there with similar symptoms and thinking they’re going mental like I have been for a while.

I have a condition called pompholyx. It’s a pain in the arse.

Not really.

It’s a pain in the hands – at least in my case. And in my feet.

It’s form of eczema that causes little clusters of blisters to from under the skin. Sometimes the blisters are (supposed to be) incredibly itchy. In my case I will often feel a tiny, wee, acute itch and I know that within a couple of hours (if not sooner) a new little blister or cluster thereof will appear. The blisters themselves aren’t itchy.

In very bad cases, the blisters merge into very large ones and can be quite painful as well as itchy. This hasn’t happened to me yet, thank goodness!

Generally, pompholyx is your body’s way of saying; “Nopenopenope!” when it meets something it doesn’t like.

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The causes of pompholyx can literally be anything, though most of the time it’s an allergic reaction. Environment is a cause. Stress has even been noted as a cause.

Again, in my case, I think it’s been long-term exposure to some chemical nasties. See, as this stuff started on my feet, I thought it was just tinea and treated it as such. I should have known two years later that tinea isn’t THAT hard to get rid of. What I was actually experiencing was a reaction to something. Because I’ve ignored it for that long (as I didn’t really see it as a problem on my feet), my skin has gone super-sensitive and as I’ve mentioned, it’s now jumped to my hands.

What’s helped so far? Well, to dry out the blisters a bit, I’ve been doing regular hand soaks in a white vinegar/water solution which I basically do on a 1:1 ratio, because I’m a hardcore bitch. This helps when my hands are feeling irritated or itchy for a prolonged period. I also use a cortisone cream (1%) on the worst of the blistery spots and that helps calm down the blisters as well. Unfortunately cortisone and I do not get on at all and even topical medication causes extreme skin sensitivity so it hurts to do things like carrying shopping bags or – far worse – type on the computer. Meh.

Unfortunately one of the side effects of this condition is that I end up with very thick and very dry skin. This actually worries more than the blisters themselves because I run the risk of my skin splitting due to lack of moisture.

I’ve used a range of creams derived from natural ingredients but so far, everything breaks me out in varying degrees. The only thing that has worked is to wash with cool water, do the vinegar and cortisone thing and then leave my hands the hell alone. Doing everything with gloves on has also been helping too, though it’s difficult in the shower.

Yup.

I am showering with gloves on.

Yup.

It’s as difficult as you think it is.

Now I am in the process of trying to find moisturiser, shampoo, conditioner and soap that will not cause my hands and feet to blister up so I can at least shower normally.

If you think you might have pompholyx, my first bit of advice would be to see your doctor and get a referral to a dermatologist for diagnosis. It’s NOT contagious and bits won’t fall off (see Leprosy) but it’s not an easily curable condition either and does need strategies to manage.

Probably the best resource I’ve found (online at least) has been this great website based in the UK.

A Pop of Colour

In a fit of abject boredom yesterday afternoon, I popped over to my sister’s place and we went out to the local plaza for a little retail therapy.

Not really, I just needed to buy some cat food and a sun visor for my car, but anyway…

We walked past a florist and she started talking about how she now regularly buys fresh flowers for the house. She recommended I get some.

So I did. I bought some beautiful pink and pale green-almost-all-white roses that reminded me very much of my wedding bouquet (cue sentimentality) and some gorgeous little purple and white carnations. And I spent an hour last night cutting them up and arranging them in a couple of vases (read: large water pitchers since I don’t actually “do” vases), pricking my fingers on just about every bloody thorn on each rose while I was at it.

I discovered two things.

1. I really like fresh flowers.

2. I suck at flower arranging.

I was wandering past this afternoon and realised that all the tight buds had opened up and I had to grab my camera and run off a few shots while they still looked lovely.

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100 Bloody Acres

This was originally supposed to be a post about how my brain is not quite right, but instead it’s sort of ended up as a movie recap. Ah well.

It’s a well known fact that I dislike movies with blood and gore. Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Nightmare on Elm St? The Saw movies? ANYTHING involving zombies? It literally turns my stomach. No thank you, very much.

It turns out that I ended up watching just such a movie; an Australian creation called “100 Bloody Acres”. The storyline itself is amusing and fairly obvious. Three young people travelling the backroads of Australia, heading towards a music festival are picked up by a well-intentioned yet dimwitted local – who has already picked up a dead body that he found by the side of the road.

Shenanigans ensue.

All three are held captive when dimwit takes them home to his oh so slightly murderous (read: fucking INSANE) brother.

There’s a large meat grinder involved.

Several people end up going through it, or losing body parts in particularly fun ways, or getting rather large holes shot through them.

You get the idea. Lots of blood (almost of epic Monty Python proportions) and lots of munched up bits.

I was reminded just why I make a point of not watching these sorts of movies when I realised I was starting to feel desperately anxious and panicky and not in the thrilling “this movie is great!” kind of way. The film itself wasn’t scary (and contrary to all of this, I kind of enjoy the odd ghosty scare or thrillers where things are implied but never seen), it really was just a matter of waiting for everything to happen because you really could see most of it coming. And I watched it as it came. And it was gross.

I guess I am a wimp but I will be sticking to my drama, romcoms and silly stuff in future.

I will say this about 100 Bloody Acres. It’s not the blood and guts that’s the real stomach turner.

There’s a scene… I won’t say what happens but… Well, when it happened, we all went:

Kitty needs a MONTAGE!

The hours approaching, just give it your best
You’ve got to reach your prime.
That’s when you need to put yourself to the test,
And show us a passage of time,
We’re gonna need a montage…. (Montage!)
Oh it takes a montage…. (Montage!)

Ok, so my cat isn’t quite Rocky Balboa but she’s worthy of a MONTAGE(!)

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And just because you got this far, here’s a Bindi-derp.

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Dreamcatch me…

I decided some months ago that the coming year… well, now the current year… will be the year I reach for some of my creative goals.

It won’t be as easy as that, though.

I think I am a very creative person at heart but I also have what I like to call creative ADD. It’s not uncommon to have the inner monologue in my head sounding something like:

“I’d really like to make a necklace with that gorgeous labradorite stone that I made but that means that I need to get some more sterling wire and oh lord, I completely forgot that I need to finish that steampunk puppy picture from ages ago but I still haven’t found the right stock for some parts of it but I also need to set up something with Toni’s girls for that fantasy photo shoot – which I still neeed to find the dresses for – and I really need Janet over here now to sit for me again so I can start my Old Masters series and when the hell will my soutache book arrive because I really need to learn SQUIRRELS!”

See?

Settling on one project when I actually have ALL OF THE PROJECTS sitting at different stages of conceptualisation and planning is rather difficult.

Which is why I get so despondent when I can’t seem to harness my ideas into some semblance of order to actually do anything.

And that’s when I crawl into bed and watch Youtube videos for 19 hours straight.

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