Sunday, December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas 2017


Don't ask me why, but I just wrote a 9-verse Christmas poem - as my cat! I guess the picture I snapped of him snoozing under the blanket with me, see below, just inspired me. And I think of it as a personalized Christmas card, in a way. Personalized on the sender's side, mind you, not the recipient's. Had to clarify that so nobody expects individual names with individual rhymes in there - we haven't quite reached that level of creative talent or free time yet. But either way, I thought I'd share it with you as my (admittedly weird) way of wishing you:

Merry Christmas - if you celebrate it.
Happy Holidays - you celebrate something else.
And if you don't celebrate anything:
happy random days off work with cookies! 

Here goes.

Quinho's Christmas Dream 

'Twas the morning of Christmas,
and all through the house, see,
not a creature was stirring -
not even my mousey.

Now, while I'm still nestled
on my human / bed,
let me tell you all
of the dream I just had.

I was hid deep inside
of our tree, all adorned,
when I heard a loud voice
saying, “Mutz, you've been warned..."

I thought, not again!
She always catches me:
red-pawed and in action
dismantling the tree.

But this time was diff'rent,
the warning was just in jest:
she brought a huge present -
I said, “Human, you're the best!"

I tore through the paper
(that's what paper is for)
and what did I find there?
Fake branches galore!

"Now you have your own tree,
to play with and destroy,“
the human said smiling,
"my good little boy."

So happy and grateful,
right away I arose
to give her a cat hug
(that's a bite in the nose)! 

This Christmas I wish you,
from deep down inside,
a love like my human's
and some hair ties to hide.


The munchkin dreaming while holding my arm. 

From the little munkie and myself all the best to you and yours, enjoy any and all festivities, have fun with friends and family, be warm, be safe.

And if you, too, have a tree-attacker at home, then to you I say good luck. Although, actually, let's be honest, it's your own fault. Like we don't know what Christmas tree plus cat equals...

Omnomnomnom. 

Off to munch on some cookies now!
While the kittie munches on the tree some more.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

I carried a watermelon.


This post is about the fulfilment of a life dream. About getting to do something incredibly cool that you never even considered possible. Bucket list level turning into your own favourite movie.

I love Dirty Dancing.

I do. I have no idea whatsoever how many times I've seen it so far. But it's been many. I watch it whenever it's playing on a tv I happen to be around. I actively seek it out online or on the family's tv set regularly, probably once a year. I quote it. A lot. Because I love it. A lot.

It's a classic, especially for us 90ies kids. On a list with Home Alone, The Princess Bride, Karate Kid, and the likes. And it's totally fine if somebody else doesn't like it, I'm not a maniac! But I do feel like everyone should have seen it once. If I exclaim that "nobody puts baby in a corner," you shouldn't be overly confused.

Now, on Friday I had the opportunity to participate in an immersive theatre adventure created and performed by the Nesterval theatre group: Nesterval's Dirty Faust. A crossover between Goethe's account of the German legend and the rhythm of Swayze's legendary hips.

The official programme. 

A mashup of the two storylines, interpreted as an interactive improv play, where the audience becomes a participant, deciding whether to tip the characters' fate towards good or evil in an abandoned building in the city. I'm not telling you more at this point, because the show will be on until December and I don't appreciate spoilers. Gotta be fair!

But what I am telling you is that - and you've probably guessed it - there is a watermelon. The watermelon is an actual character in the adventure. He's a creepy dude; he gave me the chills, that guy!

Here he is, the sneaky little secret-keeper, the devil's green and red buddy, the hissing and whispering trickster:

The melon. 

I asked him to share one of his secrets with me when we were walking towards the abandoned kindergarten's chapel for the Nesterval hotel's end of season party. You know, I always do the last dance of the season. (Another quote, eh...)

"Carry me," he whispered in my ear.
My answer: Okay, sure, why not.
My internal reaction: OMGOMGOMGYAAAS!!!

I hadn't known this was a dream of mine until the opportunity all of a sudden and out of nowhere presented itself to me in watermelon leggings under a pink tutu and wearing a thick layer of lipstick.

Guys, guys, GUYS!
I carried a watermelon.
I CARRIED A WATERMELON!

Nobody puts me in a corner!

Sunday, October 15, 2017

OSPR: fan.


While I'm still editing the photos I want to use in my blog entries about Malta - yes, I really am still editing and no, it's only 40% because I'm lazy - I decided to add a post category. I have a bunch of photos I want to share that are too random to go together and there's not that much I can say about them, so I'm doing something new: OSPR - the One Shot Product Review.

One picture.
One product.
My opinion.

First ever OSPR: a fan.

This is a very bad fan. 
It doesn't work at all. 
0/10 do not recommend.

I hope this helps with your purchase decision!

[Unnecessary disclaimer: don't worry, I'm not being serious. You know as well as I do that this is me trying (and failing most miserably) to be funny.]

Good thing summer's over!