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As the title said... that happened. What is "that" you ask? Well I'll tell you... a burst water pipe is what happened, and it just happened that the fault was right underneath my driveway. And the fact that my dad is away camping makes it all the more worse. The extended family really didn't have much in the way of plans for a family get together this year so my dad and I just have a quiet christmas to ourselves with the dog before he left on boxing day to go camping with some family friends. I opted to stay home and look after house and dogs, as we were dog sitting for my step-mum while she was interstate. Everything was going fine as usual... Lyn came home, took her dog home so everything was nice and quiet again.

Then yesterday rolls around. I had gone out to investigate how much it would cost to get my hair dyed to a new colour (as I'm somewhat bored with the black ends and my duo-toned regrowth... yep, I have tri-colour hair at the moment), but after finding out the task would cost me $190 I decided to come home instead. Two and a half hours after being home I got greeted with a knock on the door from my neighbors to inform me I had water running down my driveway.

Getting in contact with the water company I was told to check my water meter out the front and see whether our numbers were scrolling, thankfully they weren't which means that it wasn't our pipes that were faulty, but rather that something was wrong with the cities pipes: which means that the repair work will be done with no expense to us. It was just unfortunate that it was underneath my driveway, which meant they had to break out the heavy machinery to punch a hole through the concrete, then dig out the dirt in order to get at and fixed the busted pipe. The pipe was at the end of my driveway, and the water had only been running down my driveway since the water was fanning out from the burst and spreading, finding at exit at the edge of my driveway before running down hill again.

Thankfully it's all over now and life can go back to normal.... just that I haven't got concrete where they dug the hole. However, they did put in a temporary asphalt/bitumen until they can get someone to concrete the hole for us. It literally is a case of "you break it, you bought it". They broke my driveway, they will pay for the repairs. I know my dad will not be pleased with the current state of the driveway, but here's hoping that the fact that we don't have to pay a single cent will ease the matter over for him.

But what a time for such a thing to happen....

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Looks like my muse finally decided to rejoin me and stop hiding under the couch, pretending to be a dust bunny. Want the visible proof that my muse has returned? Then have a look at this! Go on, click it... view the craziness that my brain decided to throw upon me for a grand idea for an artwork. Is it not spectacular?! Alright, enough tooting my own horn... but seriously, I'm damn proud of that artwork!


Not only that, my muse returned for my writing that I've actually started participating in the threads on the text based RPG forum that I help administrate. I knew that my muse would return of it's own accord, but I'm quite surprised that:
1. It had disappeared for so long and affected so many aspects of my creative personality
and 2. That it would come back with such a bang. But I like!

I had always like the look of Tyrande Whisperwind from the WoW game/s (no, I don't play) due to constantly coming across pictures of the character, be it screenshots, artworks or even cosplay. How can I ignore a character that has some much appeal in a design sense? That and she's a priestess... priestess's always draw me in. Why do you think I love the Arthurian legends involving Morgaine Le Fay, whom in some "gentler" versions of the story was a priestess on the Isle of Avalon.

Seriously though, I am really surprised by my muse lately... granted it is rather temperamental and easily distracted. For example, I would be trying to type some rather delayed posts for Swords of Speirling, but my muse diverts itself to artwork ideas instead.... or I'll be trying to work on artworks and it suddenly gets ideas for my posts. It can never seem to focus on the task at hand. It's been so distracted that a running joke has developed that my muse has ADD/ADHD. But atleast it's back and I'm getting somewhere... I just have to hang on and ride this weird roller-coaster of distracted muse until it settles down into its usual rhythm. Hopefully it won't take too long. *fingers crossed*

Diverting off topic now, but here's a question for you FlightFans. How many of you have ever been hungry at midnight or 12:30 AM ? Do you answer the call of hunger and get yourself a 'midnight snack' or do you just ignore it and let it go until your stomach shuts up and doesn't bother you again with the askance of food until breakfast time? I'm just wondering, and I only though about it because where I am in the world it is exactly that time and I am in that state of indecision about whether to get food or not. :XD:




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So... over the last few weeks (and months) I haven't really been pulling any new magic tricks out of my top hat, in other words, I haven't been making any "new" artworks or really writing journals due to a severe lacking of motivation. And if I do create a new piece of artwork I don't even feel like showing it to anyone... I just haven't had the drive. Granted I made two gift artworks recently, but in a way there was a level of cheating in it since I made the main subject of those pieces in Sims3 rather than drawing them myself. In all fairness those were basically just embellished screenshots. Don't get me wrong, I have tons of admiration for artists that create artworks from a combination of Sims3 screenshots and photoshop editing... some pieces are incredible, but as soon as I do similar, I just don't feel that I'm really putting any effort into it. *shrugs* I guess that's just my self criticism talking though.

But my lack of motivation has also been leaking into other areas as well:
:bulletblue: I don't feel like playing games.... I'm not bored with them, I just haven't felt the need to
:bulletblue: I lost my muse to write posts for the text based RPG that I am a Co-Admin of, and while our main admin is away for various reasons I admit that I have slacked off on even my admin duties because of my lack of drive. I am there to answer questions, but I am not floating on the site all day like I usually am.
:bulletblue: I am even less creative with my cooking, sticking to the most basic recipes that I know (not entirely resorting to jars), but never really trying anything new

I have no clue as to why I have felt this way as of late, but quite frankly I am getting tired of sitting around just reading webcomics and watching movies or pathetic daytime tv (there's never anything terribly good on). I'm bored I tell you... I am brain numbingly bored! Thank goodness for books though, I am never bored with books... though I do wish I had some new material to read. I recently got hooked on the Gene of Isis, first book of the Mystique trilogy by Traci Harding and I adored it. I desperately want to read the next installment but as funds are limited and free ebooks seem to be few and far between, I am not having much luck. And no I don't have an e-reader or a kindle, so I have to read my ebooks on the computer, and I aim for PDF format. I hate reading them on the computer, wish I did have an e-reader. But I do love my ebooks regardless as they fill out my book collection nicely with books that I used to have some time in the past.

Still... the fact that I've managed to write two journals in a few days seems to suggest that I am starting to climb out of this motivational hole that I had inadvertently fallen into.
Also, if anyone is interested in joining a text based RPG that is set in a loosely medieval/renaissance time era in a fantasy world filled with vampires, elves, humans, and other such magical beings then feel free to check out: Swords of Speirling. We have a mature rating, so be warned, but we are a friendly bunch of people and always happy for more members. If you pop into the site and have any questions, either I will answer (just shout for "Kel" in the chatbox), or another of the members will answer if I can't get to it. Either way help is always on hand. :D



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First off, let me just say this: ow ow ow ow ow!!!!
What is hurting? Sunburn, Flightfans, I have sunburn around the back of my back and across one shoulder. And boy is it painful. Guess you're wondering what I was doing to get so sunburned? Well it wasn't anything like going to the beach or even out camping... or horse riding. Nope. I got burnt because I was being an awesome relative by going and watching my cousin Ronan who had come down to my home town from interstate to take part in an RC car competition. So I went along to cheer him on... and my goodness, I never realized that RC cars were so popular that competitions were actually held for them!
Update: My cousin was third fastest for one of his qualifying rounds, 10th in his final match and 40th overall for the competition. Not a bad effort for his first interstate competition.

Unfortunately though, the only shade provided was for the RC drivers and 'pit crews' only... so spectators are left to roast in the sun. Seriously! My family and I actually used the trailer for our go-karts in an attempt to create some shade for ourselves to hide in... and even then sunburn still happened. It is somewhat pathetic that no shade would be provided to spectators, so unless you like being sunburned you would have to hide in a car... which is often not an option for passengers since some drivers do not want to have the car turned on so the air-con can be used so cars get very hot in summer heat.

But yes, sunburn.... and boy is it tender. One of my shoulders got attacked worse than the other, since I have long hair I have a tendency to pull my long locks over my right shoulder so that may have been the reason as to way one is worse than the other. But I want to know is why my left shoulder seems to be slightly inflamed as well, which only adds to the tenderness that has me whimpering from something as slight as my shirt rubbing against it.

After spending most of the afternoon in the blistering sunlight, my family and I (including Ronan) went out to buzz around in the go-karts for the rest of the day... having a picnic lunch and a late picnic dinner. I didn't drive that go-karts as I am the self-appointed photographer every time we go, since the boys tend to be tinkering with or having so much fun driving that they forget to take photos. It's a rather lazy job for a full day, but someone has to do it. :XD:

On a different note, my premium membership ran out quite some time ago so as you can see I don't have my swanky blue skin for this journal... however I am tweaking that design to bring in some contrast... but who said I can't make the default "no skin" look nice anyway? It might not be as neat or laid out the way I'd prefer; still, the use of PNG images does improve it somewhat.



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First off I have to apologise for my extreme state of absence during the last few weeks, I have been suffering from a severe state of art-block as a result to unforeseen circumstances, but I can now finally sit down and write about what has been going on without falling into a crying mess, though I may shed an involuntary tear every now and then.

My grandfather, Ed (aka Pa to us grandkids), was one of the brightest, most intelligent men I had ever known and he had this way of making anyone feel welcome no matter what their history was. When I fell apart from my mother I went through some severe rejections from some members of that side of the family, but Pa and his partner, Di, had remained part of my life and never turned me away – the one person I would never loose was my grandfather.

My memories of him have faded over the years, as many memories have, but the one thing that stands out was Pa's love of family and children: he started an annual family reunion so our widespread family could get together and catch up, and every Christmas Pa was 'Santa Claus' when it came to handing out the presents from under the tree, no questions asked – which resulted in several fights amongst us kids of who got to be 'Santa's Helper'. And he always held the mantle of being the first to fall asleep for a nap after Christmas lunch.

However, this pillar of a man started to fade away like my memories after he was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. From what I can remember, Pa had always been riding a bicycle, and he could not do even that once it progressed. Did I ever mention that my Pa had been a painter? He was quite a talented painter, so is Di for that matter and my aunt, but Pa had his own studio on the third floor of the town-house he shared with Di, and as his Parkinson's progressed stairs became more and more of a challenge for him, let alone walking.

But it wasn't just my own love of art that I inherited from this brilliant man, but my love of food and cooking, though I never did pick up the enjoyment of wine – my preference for beer is entirely my father's fault. My Pa was a bigger influence on me than I had ever realised.

Sadly, my Pa's condition deteriorated greatly over the years until he passed away just before Christmas, and I cannot help feel that yet another holiday has been tainted forever by the death of a family member – it is the same with Valentine's Day ever since my grandmother passed away.

The one thing that I regret is not spending as much time as I would have liked to with my grandfather towards the end, and the same goes for my uncles; I never realised how much I have missed since the falling out – my cousins Poppy and Tilly are so big now! And my little cousin Freya... my cousin's don't even remember me. I want them to know me.

If I had to promise the memory of my grandfather one thing, then it would be that I rekindle some relationships with my family, I will ensure that my younger cousin's get to know me, and that I will visit Di as often as I can. Di has been part of my family for years and I will not ignore her now that Pa is gone.





Photograph © my uncle Sam


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