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The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,700 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.
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Hello and Happy New Years Eve Eve.
Today is a special day in the land of Procrastinators anonymous as it is a year since my first blog post. I have managed despite my procrastination and worst efforts managed to keep this blog going for a whole year – which is almost miraculous.
While I’ve only managed to blog about a third of the time it’s still an achievement and I have managed to get people to my blog and have some followers who don’t even know me at all, even if they were enticed by a picture of my cat when they googled ‘a cat named boots’.
So thank you for reading and let’s look forward to the next year which will hopefully see me become a published writer.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas if you celebrate and if not I hope you at least got some time off work (says she who currently doesn’t have a job…). Christmas was good, I went over to my parents place and I made my usual port and orange glaze which I used to bast the ham which we roasted on the BBQ along with a leg of lamb and I got some really nice presents.
This time of year is a bit odd in Auckland, at least half of the city are away somewhere else – mostly at the beach and there’s the weird in between thing where Christmas is over and we’re on the run up to New Year. Some people have to work, others don’t, some are away and typically event the weather is a bit weird – it’s muggy and can’t decided if it should be sunny or rainy.
In other news I’ve started research on the sequel to my as yet unpublished (and awaiting the results of the competition I entered) novel. And by research I don’t mean watching episodes of Doctor Who – though I’ve been doing that too – but reading about Ninjas, which is totally relevant.
Well it’s finally Christmas Eve and the Christmas pudding is in the slow cooker which is the last bit of baking for Christmas. I do feel like I have been baking for the last few days as we’ve had a few different goes at Christmas dinner.
On Saturday night my parents and I went over to my Nanna’s to do the Christmas thing with her and I baked a lemon tart, yesterday my Aunty and her partner stayed with my Mum & Dad on their way up north for Christmas and I made several lots of meringues and I’ve just put the Christmas Pudding in the Slow cooker for tomorrow.
From this I learnt the following:
- My lemon tart was great – which reaffirms my pastry baking ability
- I cannot make meringues – at all they do not work. I thought it would be easy because I’d made things that were topped with meringue which had been great but it seems meringues are beyond me.
So tomorrow I’m off to my parents tomorrow for Christmas day and in true Kiwi style we’re doing most of Christmas dinner on the BBQ – for the third year in a row we’re doing ham with a port and orange glaze on the BBQ and roast lamb (also on the BBQ) .
So Merry Christmas – I hope everyone has a happy and safe Christmas.
On Saturday I mowed my
dandelion patch lawn and for a fleeting moment it looked ok, then yesterday the lawn mower man who looks after the house in front of me came and mowed their lawn.
This should all be fine except that the lawn mower man had a predetermined end point for where one properly ended and another began and left a small bit of around 2 metres long unmowed:
The pathetically small amount of grass in question.
It would have taken him a matter of seconds to mow this bit (which I’m sure is in their property anyway) but now I have to go through the hassle of getting out the lawn mower for a tiny little bit. Way to go lawn mower man.
So there’s a small indie movie out that the moment that you may have heard of – The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.
Now living in New Zealand means that it is very hard to ignore the hype around The Hobbit movies, we’re justifiably proud of Sir Peter Jackson and like the Lord of the Rings before it The Hobbit has been the focus of a lot more hype in New Zealand than in other countries.
But I loved The Lord of the Rings Trilogy and I’ve read The Hobbit so there was no chance that I wasn’t going to the see them.
If there’s one thing I can say about The Hobbit is that it’s long. Going in I knew that the running time was nearly 3 hours but it actually felt like a long movie and there were several points that I thought ‘right this is the ending’ only for something else to happen, and I really did feel it could have been shorter, this is something that I never felt with the LOTR trilogy. Also while I understand that they’ve added in a lot of extra material from Tolkien’s other writings, things that weren’t in The Hobbit (which is why it’s now a trilogy rather than a single movie) it really has a completely different feel from the book – it’s darker and less fantastical.
Over all I did like it there are some really funny moments and as always it’s beautifully shot and like with all trilogies I will with hold my final verdict untill I’ve seen all three.
I do have some random thoughts:
- New Zealand is obviously a small country and therefore has a small pool of actors so I was pleasantly surprise to not have a ‘hey it’s that guy from Shortland Street*’ moment.
- Yes there are dwarves, orcs and hobbits but there’s really no getting away from the fact it was filmed in NZ – it just looks like NZ and that hinders the suspension of disbelief – I wonder if Welsh Doctor Who fans find the same thing.
- Is it wrong to think a couple of the dwarves are Hot?
*Shortland Street is a local soap I think Anna Paquin is the only famous New Zealand actor who hasn’t been on it Continue reading
I have once again returned from the wilds of procrastination and found my way back to my blog. I shall endeavour to blog more in the lead up to Christmas, mainly so I can confuse those of you in the northern hemisphere!
But today is not just a couple of weeks before Christmas; it was this day 2 years ago that I bought home a 9 month old tabby cat from a local animal rescue shelter.
Fonzie on his first day in his new home
The day before I’d gone out to the shelter to look at a cat (who was beautiful but completely feral) and had taken my Mum out with me. There were cats everywhere – it was like a hippy commune for cats but cats have a way of choosing you and this was the case. Mum pointed at a tabby and said ‘That one’s got lovely markings’ at this the woman who ran the shelter picked him up and gave him to me, he promptly put his paws around my neck and hugged me, it was a done deal.
The shelter had called him Fonzie because he was cool but I wasn’t sold, he seemed too hyper and I thought a black cat would suit the name better but enough of my friends said ‘I don’t care what you call him I’m calling him Fonzie’ that there didn’t seem much point in changing his name.
Two years on he’s a full grown cat who definitely thinks he owns the place and that we are just his staff. He’s grown into a really friendly cat who likes meeting most people even if he is a bit of a sexist pig at times.