Author Archives: Kitta

This weekend the boyfriend and I went to see Resident Evil: Extinction at the movies. It was an enjoyable zombiefest full of blood, sharp knives, zombies and viruses. A few of my favourite things. I specifically enjoyed the part when they handed a zombie a phone to test how ‘domesticated’ it was…

It would have been increasingly funny if they handed over an iPhone and said zombie was a Apple fanboy that tried to make a booty call to zombie Steve Jobs, but hey, that’s just my thoughts on how the plot could have incorporated another item I love.

The plot wasn’t without flaws – as with most zombie movies, flaws are more rampant than the zombies themselves – at one point the boyfriend leaned over and pointed out a major flaw during the movie…

“Who do you think has the job of dressing the zombies in little uniforms and putting on their gloves?”

Good question.

I have been contemplating this. I do believe that if zombies were to walk the earth and infect the population, thus turning the living into a walking army of moaning cannibals, should the small amount of humans that do survive require a zombie stylist, the job of dressing captured zombies should totally go to the guy who lives nearby and does burnouts at 4am in his car. He so deserves the distinguished job title.

Alas, others will also have to be nominated for the job. Due to accidental zombification, the turnover in the position will be swift. If you would like to nominate someone that you believe deserves to be in charge of dressing rotting naked zombies in uniforms, please do so in the comments so we can generate a rough list. And then, if we all get attacked by zombies, the plans will already have been laid out, and we can spend more time finding unmarked cans of peas and making cool looking belted costumes to hold our weapons.

As you’ve probably noticed – unless you haven’t hit re-fresh, if so, do it now. Go on. I’ll wait… Done? Ok, moving on – I have made a Halloween themed header.

It features blood splashes, from the Blood Brush Set by a talented DeviantArt user, and icon graphics from the Pumpkin Eve III Set on IconBuffet. And if you’re wondering what inspired the Halloween themed header, it’s a mix of a few things…

1. Weekend long cold
2. Boredom
3. Cold medication
4. Forgone fun times
5. Stash of horror movies
6. Watching The Great Debate and wanting to stab something

I have been so bored, that I looked forward to my six hourly medication with glee, and while on said medication, I actually thought I could set-up Citrix on an Intel Mac. I know. What was I thinking?

Happy Halloween. Don’t catch a cold.

I bought the above HTML and 🙂 emoticon earrings recently from Nicholas & Felice at Etsy after I saw Nezz wearing the HTML earrings a few weeks back at a party.

My inner geek is now at peace with my head being valid.

It’s that time of year again…

No, not the time of year when I replace images on my server with leprechaun porn to take revenge against hot linkers.

It’s Boobie-Thon time!

The time of year when ladies (and some men) take their tops off to raise money to fight breast cancer. If you have a moment to spare, go to the website and donate, or if you’re brave enough, submit a photo to be included in the great Boobie-Thon gallery (as I have done). And if anyone asks, just says it’s for a good cause. A big bouncy good cause. Boobie-Thon runs from the 1st to the 8th of October, and so far, they have raised $2,240 to save the lovely lady lumps.

Note: The above boobies are not real, they are a representation of a Boobie-Thon photo, modelled by the busty Oliver.

Yesterday my MacBook finally returned from the Apple service centre. All up it cost $536 to be fixed and all they did was put in a new 100GB HDD and try to recover the contents from the old one, which I had already tried to do to no prevail. If only I was paid $121 an hour to do so. Luckily, all the fluffing about was covered by insurance. The only thing not covered was the lost files, including videos from my birthday party of Candy and I blowing out the candles and some drunken exploits that I shan’t mention.

Blowing out the candles on a birthday cake may seem like a periodic event to most, but I haven’t had a cake with candles to blow out in over seven years. I can’t eat store bought cakes, as I am lactose intolerant, and no one can be bothered to bake one. This year the boyfriend stepped up to the plate (or should that be oven?) and baked me the most delicious chocolate mud cake. And for that I adore him. That is why I was so despondent to lose the videos.

As I was downloading all the bytes and pieces to get Sabastian back to his prime last night, I played with the boyfriends new iPod Touch. I was using the YouTube feature and decided to search ‘kitta’ to find one of my own videos to play, as I could think of anything else. I was scrolling through the videos when one caught my eye, it was entitled ‘Happy Birthday Candy & Kitta’. As it played I realised with delight that it was a video someone took of Candy and I at our birthday party blowing out the candles…

Yarr! I am elated that someone else took a video of the event. Thanks to Eugene for capturing that moment I thought I lost and the flaming cutlass.

I wasn’t aware someone yelled out, “come on wenches, blow!”

Yesterday I was cleaning Bruce’s tank. I have a procedure for changing the water that involves two containers and a net to catch him. I fill one up with new water, then use the other to put the old water in and scoop him out into the new one. It’s a process that worked well.

Until he decided to go on an adventure.

As I was pouring his old poop filled water into the container, he suddenly jumped out and into the sink beside me, I yelled “dude!” at him in surprise, and before I could grab him he wriggled his fishy ass down the sink. I stood there for a moment not sure what to do. I have a head cold, so my reaction time and intelligence is clouded by the lust for Lemsip and a warm bed. I had three options…

1. Twitter it – Which, although funny, wasn’t the most helpful option.
2. Ask my brother to help – Which would probably result in Bruce being flushed down the pipes when my brother accidentally turned on the tap to wash his hands before helping.
3. Call Candy – The person who gave me the fish, who is also a fellow owner of a Siamese Fighting fish.

I called Candy.

As the phone rang, I pondered what to say, “Hey Candy, Bruce has decided to leave me via the sink” or “Hey Candy, I can haz new fish?” She finally answered and the conversation went a little bit like this…

“Meow, meow.”

She answers her phone like a cat. She also leaves messages on my answering machine like a cat.

“Hey Candy… Umm… Bruce has gone on and adventure down the sink.”

“OMG!”

“I can see him, he’s swimming around in there, what do I do?”

“Ok, you need towels…

I ran to get towels as instructed, feeling a bit like an expectant father that is not sure what the towels are for, but is fetching them anyway.

“We have towels!”

“Put them on the floor because there may be water.”

“Done.”

“Is it an S-bend?”

“Yes, it is. Bruce is in the S-bend.”

“That’s good. You can save him. You need to take off the S-bend. Make sure to unscrew the middle one first and tilt it towards you as you unscrew the top one.”

As you can see, Candy has had bountiful experience with losing things down the sink. I followed the procedures, found Bruce swimming happily in the S-bend, poured him back into his home (with some fresh water) and told him that next time he was to ask before diving head first into an adventure.

I swear when he jumped I could hear him says, “Yippy-Kay-Yay-Motherfucker!”

When I asked my Flickr audience to guess the object below, the best guess about it’s origin was as follows… “An abstract depiction of the depression, suffering and humiliation suffered by the victims of the nuclear attack on Hiroshima?”

My soon to be ex-stepmother makes these objects and gives them out to unsuspecting people as presents. For those wondering, it’s meant to be a fairy that has flown into a mirror, smashed it, and become stuck to the mirror upon dying. Said fairies ass is also sticking out for some unknown reason.

This photo sums up my thoughts on their ongoing divorce quite well.

Last weekend the boyfriend and I went to see Cirque Du Soleil perform Varekai at The Esplanade in Perth. We stayed in a five star hotel and I took photos of everything in sight with my new pink Nokia N73 phone, including the Cirque Du Soleil stage area, which I was scolded for by a staff member in record time of under a minute…

While I was in the city, we took Sabastian – my abused MacBook that I dropped a week ago – into an Apple authorized service centre for a repair quote. He’s now being looked at by a MacDoctor and I expect a full report of his injuries sometime this week. Luckily, I have $2000 specified item insurance for him, all repairs will be covered by insurance, and if the unlikely chance that I have caused major damage, they will happily replace him. The boyfriend joked that we should have beat him up a bit more, threw him hurling down a flight of stairs, then major damage would be caused and they would exchange my crumpled mess of a laptop for a brand spanking new one. While it’s a lovely thought to ponder – a brand new upgraded MacBook to rival my troublesome 1st gen Macbook, that only a month ago was in for service due to staining problems – the thought is dashed by fears that Apple employees would call social services, place all my Mac products in foster care and make me attend Mac training seminars.

For those of you wondering, and others possibly constructing a rant filled comment as you read this; I do back-up. I have roughly 95% of my MacBook’s HDD backed-up. A few recent items were lost from that week, such as my assignments, tabs/bookmarks open/saved in Firefox, and a handful of videos from my pirate themed birthday party. Everything else is safe and sound on my external HDD. It’s a pity that I didn’t back-up the rest. C’est la vie 2.0.

One good thing did emerge out of it all…

Momma’s got a shiny new keyboard for her MacMini!