An alcoholic is…

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A few words by the poet Dylan Thomas to take with you on the weekend. Take care of each other and whatever you do, don’t be bored!

“Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,

Time held me green and dying

Though I sang in my chains like the sea.”

– from ‘Fern Hill’

Play hard.

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Said Jack Nicholson.

Hope you had a lekker, leisurely, long weekend! Sundays can be a bit of a downer, but if you’re in tears by sunset – maybe it isn’t Monday’s fault? Maybe your life sucks… Changing my day job and doing something I love (even when it’s REALLY hard work) turned my Sundays around entirely. Anxiety can steal half of your weekend, and if you’re not careful, you might start to think that’s normal. Like it’s not bad enough they get the rest of your week for cheap! Reclaim your weekend! Rest and recreation is good for you, trust me.

Love like yoghurt.

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I just adore this quote by Jarod Kintz! Follow him on Twitter or have a look at his Facebook page if you would like to investigate for yourself. The man is a bit of an enigma… the interwebs seems to be crawling with his quotes, and yet there’s no trace of factual information about him to be found. And I use the word ‘factual’ very lightly, even Wikipedia is stumped. Who ever he may be, he seems to know me very well… ^_^

He also authored three definitions on Urban Dictionary which I thoroughly enjoy:

Sexistentialism: A philosophy that proposes that a person should live for the moment, because when you die, you’re screwed. A big proponent of this was Sartre, Kama Sartre.

The Mythical Mr. Boo: A man so elusive, so mysterious, that nobody’s 100 percent sure he even exists. And although there are sceptics out there, they can’t prove that he doesn’t exist. One thing’s for sure, he has a reputation of a mystic, urban guru.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is intergenerational. If you are what you wear, he is his own grandma.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is like a fog that creeps about your window while you are fornicating with your wife. And just like fog, if the police ever catch him, he’ll be cleared by morning.

Ourafoura: An entity that hovers over the subconscious like a fog, yet avoids fields and pastures like cows avoid escalators. His wisdom is exceeded only by the vagueness of his memory. He is fond of saying many things, some of which are more cryptic than others. Orafoura, aside from being an entity, can also be described as a spontaneous feeling, like making a chicken suit from scratch, and not making it out of yellow feathers, but out of scrambled eggs. One of his favorite sayings is, “You must be the perspiration when all the world is deodorant.” But that’s just all talk, because Orafoura has no sweat glands.

I am a presence that fills up a room, like the laughter that comes from deep within a child who only has one lung.

 

Pickling.

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I like her outlook, I’m still meditating on the pickling, but I believe she has a very valid point overall. Just something to keep in mind on your Sunday afternoon ^_^

Random Acts of Creativity #7

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Some early randomness to get you through the very first hump-day of the new year. It’s scary how few people are aware that matching your socks is speculated to be downright unhealthy! For more important human stuff read your rights here.

Random Acts of Creativity #6

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Some people can only vacay for so long. And I’ve never been one to sunbathe. If, like me, you’re starting to itch with boredom because of the long lazy summer days, go put on some red lipstick and get silly to Cher. Practicing drag routines can be a fantastic family activity! Take lots of photos!