There’s nothing that gets you out of bed quicker than a message from the housemate of win and awesome stating there are some lanterns that would appeal to me down the street.
Hell yes they appeal to me.
What have i been up to lately? oh, not much really. Leading up to the festive season absolutely sucks, cash strapped and getting progressively fed up with people being overtly cheery just because its xmas.
That being said, here’s a shiny dangly thing i made a while back but just never got around to posting. good to hang off a belt loop on pants.
Made up of vintage keys, some trinkets off an old “pirate” necklace, and brassy shit lifted from Diva. I also hang a pocket watch on a chain on it when i can be bothered.
Now, I start today’s rant with the pre-cursor that I am by no means a skinny chick. I am quite uhm… “well-endowed” in the plus size department.
And, I freely admit it. I’m not entirely comfortable with this, and am working to change it. But while I’m working to change it, I’m honest about things. If I’m going to have what i refer to as a “Fuck it” day, then I’m going to not bother with health food and just get whatever’s cheap and easy (ohh yeah there’s a real obvious joke there). But I’m going to be honest about it. I’m going to say, “this junk food is going to affect my system. i am choosing to have this food instead of a healthier option, and will have to make up for it later.” I don’t sit here, moaning about not having any idea why I’m not losing weight, when i know exactly why and accept the consequences of my actions. I have an off-day, i have to have a harder fight for the “on-days”. do an extra few rounds on the bike, cut down on the portions for a few days, whatever.
What drives me to absolute distraction, is when people do this shit, and then either a), can’t understand why they’re not losing weight or putting it on and COMPLAIN CONSTANTLY; or b) which is even WORSE in my opinion, actually think that they’re losing weight and go on about how much their figure has improved.
You may consider a multi-grain bread sandwich with salad a healthy lunch. But not when you have two of them, with half a packet of ham per portion, pickles, relishes, mustard, and then follow it up with a 600mL coke and a huge bag of chips. JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE EATING HEALTHY DOES NOT MEAN YOU EAT A FUCKLOAD OF HEALTHY. KEY TO LOSING WEIGHT IS PORTION SIZES. JESUS.
I really, well and truly don’t care if you choose a huge unhealthy lunch. but be HONEST about it. Don’t stand there in front of the mirror marvelling about how you’ve lost your stomach when we can still see is hanging out over your belt line like some muffin spilling over the tray seeking freedom from its confines.
Don’t sit there and try to delude yourself by telling everyone how you’re finally fitting into a size 12 pair of jeans. It’s one thing to do it alone in the mirror and convince yourself that you’re looking more and more like Kate Moss every day when you’re blowing $200 a week on gym fees that do sweet fuck all for your figure, but if you’re going to be that completely and utterly false to yourself, don’t go around making the remarks to everyone around you. It’s sad, and makes you look fuckin retarded.
And at the other end of the spectrum, fuck fishing for compliments. The next girl at work that goes “ugh i’m so fat” or some self-defeating comment for the SOLE PURPOSE of those within earshot going “ohh no darling you’re beautiful/thin/wonderful” I won’t be chiming in with the comments they so desperately crave. Oh no. I’m going to agree with them.
“Yeah your legs look fucking atrocious are you sure the gym memberships are paying off? looks like you’re wasting your money at the moment.”
“Have you looked at liposuction and other surgical enhancements?”
“Yeah i hope its not genetics or your kids are fucked.”
Seriously. Stop it. All of you.
Thought I’d do something a little different for my friend’s birthday, so constructed her a layered cake entirely out of fruit. Figured I’d share the creation of healthy and delicious win.
Consists Of the following:
-Watermelon layered base
-Pineapple halved rings for decorating
-Ring of blueberries
-Strawberry garnish
-Ring of Honeydew melon
-Ring of Nectarine
-”Icing” made of passionfruit and lime.
I haven’t forgotten you, my steambubbly readers. Just been a little cash strapped which has halted the acquisition of the parts I require.
Coming shortly, photos from an acoustic guitar mod i’m working on.
arrrgh so productive with the busyness of THINGS. chucking a quick update on here with a random decoration mod i did on a pipe i picked up ages ago. I actually did this before i left for the states, but completely forgot to upload anything.
Nothin too spectacular, just did it out of boredom really.
Currently working on redoing paint job on wire chair from previous SFOTD post, and working on a set of “brass knuckles” from an old gauntlet of mine. pics forthcoming.
So the people across the road were having a garage sale today, which was relatively successful for them, however due to the less than amicable departure of the person who left their shit at the house, anything they didn’t sell by the end of the day was chucked onto the side of the road for the scavangers to pick up.
Ie, me.
I went over and chatted to the bloke anyway, to be all friendly like and social and whatnot, then with his blessings got stuck into the looting of his shit.
cute little chair of win i might have to do up in the near future.
Now THIS epic little piece of awesome would happen to be a rather heavy ceiling light. looks very tentacle-y.
All in all a wonderous day of victory.
Lack of updates due to being out of the country then getting back subsequently broke.
While over in the land of the exhausting list of food choices i had the privilege of getting to attend a wonderous and magical place by the name of Smith and Edwards in Ogden Utah.
weird lookin junk yard right? tch. yeah no. try sixty acres of just about anything you can imagine that’s mechanical or military.
as well as the surplus store inside that sells military gear for ridiculous prices (picked up a legit army jacket for $20, plus a couple of high qual badges for $15), their yard has anything an engineer, inventor or steampunker could ever want for, from the accessible to the mad scientist ventures (for christ’s sake, they have a WW2 steel office bunker in there as well as a fucking military train carriage).
Air raid siren. 
Steamroller anyone?
oh, if only it weren’t for the weight restrictions i would verily, be truely well packed with shit to come back with.
BUT i have a cool jacket. so i’m content with that. but yeah, totally wanted to share this, because the place was absolutely fucking awesome. the amount of projects i got in my head from seeing this shit was unbelievable.
Honestly, I had seen this coming, and had been waiting for when the feddies would attempt to introduce it.
Australians, as a whole, according to the government cannot make choices for themselves, cannot think for themselves, and so to add yet another level of “assistance” into our lives for “better living” (don’t even get me fucking started on the net filter) they are going to put a bill through parliament to introduce some awesome heavy taxes and new restrictions on our… “indulgences”.
THE price of alcohol and cigarettes would rise and glitzy marketing campaigns pitched at teenagers would be curbed under a radical blueprint to make Australians healthier and leaner. Damaging levels of salt, sugar and fats in everyday foods would be cut as part of a “health compact” to tackle an obesity epidemic that costs $58 billion a year.
Now, you know, I am a big fan of the education principle. Stop treating people like they’re stupid and maybe they’ll take the step to think for themselves. Education from a basic level begins at home, not from an imposed restriction from the government.
If you read my earlier rant directed towards the government, you’ll take particular note that i enjoy the drink. I work damn hard for the money I earn and I have a right to spend it how and where I want. What I don’t appreciate though is the fact that I’m getting taxed to death, having to pay taxes on everything, and then finding out that i’m going to have to fork out even more cash.
How about, stop hiking prices on the “unhealthier” foods and beverages and create subsidy schemes to… oh i don’t know, lower the price of the healthier foods?
Again, its a case of WHY. why to people go for the processed shit? because its CONVENIENT. just shove it in the microwave and BAM. done.
The further price hikes on the grog isn’t what pisses me off however, its the imposing new regulations they’re going to put on the supposedly “popular foods”.
Now, think about that for a minute. There are many popular foods that are high in salt, sugar or fat contents, but very importantly, they are had in that wonderful term called MODERATION.
An institution in these lands. I think you all know what I’m talking about. Now Australians as a whole, are generally a pretty apathetic country.
But I warn you Feddies now, you touch our fucking Vegimite and there will be flags burnt in the streets.
Dear People on level ## at my place of occupation,
Specifically, the women. If this doesn’t apply to you, or if you agree with me, congratulations. You are in my good books.
To the rest of you- OH MY SWEET FEXICAN JESUS, WHY DO THE WOMEN’S TOILETS ALWAYS SMELL LIKE ASS?!
Seriously. Fucking hygene is completely not on your list of priorities?? There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t walk into that fucking bathroom to find toilet paper sheets scattered everywhere, paper towles on the floor near the bin, tampon and/or maxipad wrappers OR THE ACTUAL PRODUCTS THEMSELVES on the floor… Are you that fucking lazy that you can’t pick up after yourselves?
WHAT is the GO with your inability to follow basic principles of cleanliness? IN A BATHROOM. I would never want to see the state of your disgusting house.
Side note- to the person with either morning sickness, bullemia or an inability to keep your stomach contents in your stomach; Have you not heard of the “once for the party, twice for the friends” rule?? If I can still see your stomach lining floating in the fucking bowl, you haven’t flushed anywhere near as much as you should.
Every time I walk in there I feel like i’m going to walk out with some kind of disease. WHY you ask? BECAUSE YOU WOMEN DON’T FUCKING CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF.
Sure, its part of my job to deal with other people’s shit, but I sure as fuckery do NOT get paid to clean up YOURS IN A LITERAL SENSE.
HAVE some fucking RESPECT for yourself and the ENVIRONMENT that has been provided to you and fucking CLEAN. UP.
THERE’S A BRUSH RIGHT NEXT TO THE DAMN TOILET FOR A REASON.
GOD I HATE YOU ALL.
