Monday, 27 June 2011

Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat (Especially Sweat)

Blood, Toil, Tears, and Sweat (Especially Sweat)

or The Most Diffuclty I've Ever Had Procuring A Book Series

or The Adventures of Octaboona Alone In The Middle (Almost) Of London

So now I've come up with several titles let me tell you all about today's adventure.

Today I discovered some book vouchers that were left over from my birthday six months ago and decided to spend them. However the nearest book shop that I actually like and which has actual books in it and which is simply amazing is several miles away in the middle (almost) of London. So I took a bus and then the underground to Belsize Park (yes I consider my self far enough away from my house to start giving out locations). Now that I'd done the majority and hardest part of my journey all I had to do was walk for about two minutes to the bookshop. The End.

Or So I Thought....

But then... I'd been walking for 50 minutes and there was still no sign of my beloved bookshop. I realised I was now about 2 miles from the station and I found myself outside Euston station, several stops along the line from Belsize park. Oops. Yes it's only 3 stops away but it seems much longer when you actually walk it. I realised I was lost. So I decided to reverse my route. But what with me being clever and it being boiling hot (31 degrees or there abouts) and not wanting to walk all the way back I decided to take a bus. Yes I was far enough away that there was a whole bus route between me and the bookshop. So on I clambered onto the 268 and relaxed onto the bus (having almost just missed it). The bus took me where I wanted to go and that's the end of that.

Or So I Thought...

When the bus turned left and started moving away from my bookshop I hastily got off the bus and went to the information thingy where I found out I should have taken the 168 not the 268. Oh dear. I was now even more lost than I was before and unsure how to reverse my rouute. I was hot and sweaty and lost. I wondered randomly around until I came out onto the main road that lead back to Belsize Park and trudged wearily along for half an hour until I arrived back at Belsize Park. I looked at the map on the station turned around, and right next to the station, (the actual building next to it) was Daunts Bookshop, my destination. Just as if to add insult to injury, if I'd bothered to turn around originally I'd have found the bookshop in seconds and saved my self a 2 hour goose chase through the middle (almost) of London.

And thus concludes my tale

Or So I Thought...

For although indeed this was A Daunts Bookshop it wasn't THE Daunts Bookshop, but a smaller one with less books in it. So I continued along the road for a few minutes, turned onto a street and found my self somewhere extremely familiar, the hospital I was born in. And that is actually good news for I knew that my beloved Daunts Bookshop was very nearby. I quickly located it, (Finally!) and then spent a happy hour browsing through it (I love browsing.. what can I say?) selected the book series I wanted to buy and then went to pay for it. And Octaboona lived happily ever after.

Or So I Thought...

Upon handing over the book vouchers I realised that half of them were specifically for Waterstones ONLY. As I wasn't in a Waterstones this made them worse than useless. I returned the two books I was unable to pay for ( Out of what currently is a seven book series) reluctantly to their shelves, paid for the five books I could afford and left my beloved bookshop. With a now heavier bag than before entering, I walked along the street in search of a bookshop. Around about 70 shops later I found a Waterstones.

There be absolutely nothing left to worry about.

Or So I Thought...

Upon entering the Waterstones I wondered exactly how much money was on the voucher. Would it be enough for the two remaining books? Apprehensively I went up to the counter and asked how much money there was on it. Well there was enough! Huzzah! Good Luck At Last! There was enough on it for three books. So again I spent an hour and a half browsing through the shelves trying to decide what the third book should be. During this browsing I managed to read the Skulduggery short stories for books 1,2 and 3 before deciding to search for the two books I still neeeded. I searched and searched, asked the staff and random customers (well a random customer) if they knew where they where eventually to be told they were out of stock and should be in tomorrow or a few days afterwards.

Well. I had enough money for the books but the shop hadn't got them in stock opposed to the other beloved bookshop which had them in stock (naturally) but I hadn't enough money to pay for them. Simple solution I hear you cry! Just ask the Waterstones people to take the money off the vouchers in exhange for a cash equivalant and then take the money down to the beloved bookshop which does have the books and buy them!

A fine solution

Or So I Thought...

Turns out the vouchers can't be exchanged for money and must be spent in the shop. Drat. So with a heavy weight in my heart and an even heavier weight hanging off the end of my arm I set off home only to collapse the minute I got into my house from dehydration and heat exhaustion. Without the two missing books in my series.

And that really, finally absolutely is the end of my story.

Or so I thought....

For tomorrow I shall repeat the whole experience (hopefully without getting lost), return to Waterstones and buy those two books which have caused me much blood, toil, tears and sweat (especially sweat), although not the blood. Just toil, tears, and sweat. I just add in the blood for two reasons. First is emphasis and secondly to complete the quote. I mean thats what the quote is. From Winston Churchill himself.

Um sidetracked... Sorry

Yep. Anyway for those who are interested the book series is Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve (I include the prequal books in this series even though it's actually a series in its own right), the two books I was unable to purchase are the last two, Infernal Devices and A Darkling Plain. I mean I've already read them anyway so I'm not sure why I went to so much bother. Maybe because I haven't read the prequal books and it seemed wise to buy the non prequal ones that I've already read whilst doing so.

The other book I brought is called Troubletwisters by Garth Nix and Sean Williams. I know it will be brilliant for Garth Nix is pretty much my favourite author until like a year ago. I still remain undecided on whether Derek Landy is better or not.

Um so yep.

Farewell!!! 

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Bugaloo

Hi, hi! So I've been looking at funny things...about...maybe...Canada. I just thought these things were funny, being a Canadian myself. So anywho...The first thing is 15 Signs that you are talking to a Canadian. I'm not into sports at all so I don't like the sports aspect of this...Just saying...

1. We Are Completely Comfortable With The Term “Homo Milk”.
 homo-milk
2. We Correct You When You Say “Soda”. (We say pop.)
3. We Are Offended When You Ask Us If We Know A Friend Of Yours Who, Coincidentally, Also Lives In Canada.
4. We Don’t Think “Legalizing Marijuana” Is A Debate.
5. We’ve All Rolled Up The Rim To Win. (Very true. *Sighs* The most I've won is a Timbit)
6. We’ve Been Jealous Of Someone Else’s Toboggan.
7. We Think ‘Beaver Tail’ Is Delicious. (It's a pastry. I can't eat them.)
8. Our Parents Have Tied Our Mittens Together With A String So We Don’t Lose Them.
9. We Were Raised, In Part, By Mr. Dressup. (I miss Mr. Dressup. :( I met him once though, before he died.)
10. We Grow Playoff Beards.  (Not The Women)  (Hopefully)
11. We Are Angry That We Can’t Watch The Same Commercials As Americans During The Superbowl.
12. We Know Where To Get Good Poutine.
13. When We Hear “In The Five-hole” And “Spending Some Time In The Box”, We Don’t Think Dirty.
14. We Give Directions Using Liquor Stores And Beer Stores As Geographical Benchmarks.
15. Canadians Never Think Anywhere Is Cold Outside Of Canada

So the stuff that was in brackets was what I had to say about the...whatever it is. Anywho, the next thing is 25 Signs That You May Be Canadian:

1. You're not offended by the term "HOMO MILK".

2. . You understand the phrase "Could you pass me a serviette, I just dropped my poutine, on the chesterfield."

3. You eat chocolate bars, not candy bars.

4. You drink Pop, not Soda.

5. You know what a Mickey and 24's mean, "party at the camp, eh!!!"

6. You don't care about the fuss with Cuba. It's a cheap place to go for your holidays, with good cigars .

7. You know that a pike is a type of fish, not part of a highway.

8. You drive on a highway, not a freeway.

9. You have Canadian Tire money in your kitchen drawers.

10. You know that Casey and Finnegan were not part of a Celtic musical
group.

11. You get excited whenever an American television show mentions Canada.

12. You brag to Americans that; Shania Twain, Jim Carrey, Celine Dion & Mike Myers are Canadians. ... also , Alex Trebec, David Foley, Matthew Perry etc.etc.

13. You know that the C.E.O. of American Airlines is a Canadian!

14. You know what a toque is.

15. You design your Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

16. You know that the last letter of the English alphabet is always pronounced "Zed".

17. Your local newspaper covers the national news on 2 pages, but requires 6 pages for hockey.

18. You know that the four seasons mean: almost winter, winter, still Winter, and road work.

19. You know that when it's 25 degrees outside, it's a warm day.

20. You understand the Labatt Blue commercials.

21. You know how to pronounce and spell "Saskatchewan".

22. You perk up when you hear the theme song from 'Hockey Night in Canada'.

23. You are in grade 12, not the 12th grade.

24. "Eh?" is a very important part of your vocabulary, and is more polite
than, "Huh?"

25. You actually understand these jokes, and forward them to all of your Canadian friends! Then you send them to your American friends just to confuse them!

Then there's the whole Molson Canadian commercials about "The Code", but hey.

My name is Mary Hiashi, and I'm Canadian, eh.

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Thursday, 16 June 2011

Pirouetting Butterscotch

Alright-y then! Time for my random post! I mean, how could I possibly resist?? I think everyone should do it every once in a while! Just like everyone should get shot every once in a while 'cause it's good for them!!
;-}

So! This is a list of random things that pop into my mind as I write them!
Hope
Trust
Pixie dust!
Hellboy
Greenland
Helvetica
Scottish ale
Horseshoes?
Ugly
Alien bombs
Pink pointing sticks
Rollercoasters and butterflies
Train thoughts are funny
I hate heat
Boxes with tangled string
An image of Lassi from Psych
I'm sensing something!!
Yeah... I forgot what it was
PINK UNICORNS!!!
Shiny moon-milk, Batman!

Aaaand that's the end of that! Now you've seen a glimpse of my absurd mind...

Moving on...
How about a picture??
Yes?
Alright-y then!

I call this one.... DAVID AND THE LLAMA!

Ok, now for my 37 page synopsis of how Susie X died!!
Wait... what?
Oh, it's random, hilarious video time?
Oh, ok then! I'm sorry, folks, but you'll have to do without my imaginary synopsis of whomever Susie X is... I wonder if there really IS such a person... anyway! With this video, ye shall furthermore understand the hilarity of saying "galoshes" during a quite moment whilst waiting for a bus... or some such as that.


~calm, quit, annoying classical radio channel voice~
And that, my friends, concludes the great performance of "Bulbous Bouffant," which was created by the Vestibules at some point in time....

~drops the irritating voice~

DId you know that "om nom nom" was originally started by the Cookie Monster of Seseme Street? Tis true! That blue [he is blue, isn't he?] nommed his cookies and the meme spread across the universe like magic on the fluffy and furry wings of destiny!
... yes....

More pictures!

Ahhh yes, indeed! It took me three years to master this skill of amazing death and destruction that could potentially destroy the world at some point for some reason or other...


And now an image that holds some very serious advice!

Wow... this is just.... it's just so DEEP, man!!








The next thing I'm gonna talk about is cats. Now I know you all think cats are evil but-


Well.... yeah, but I mean-


... I know that looks kinda bad, still-


That cat can't Really snipe, I mean seriously ...ha ha-

... Fiiiiine! some cats are evil! I get it already-


... Umm w-wow... I think I'm gonna change the subject now... yes, indeed-y! The Subject it now being changed! No more kitty pictures now!




~clears throat~
The process of photosynthesis begins-
~groans heard everywhere~
Well I have to say SOMETHING educational on here beside the meme thing, don't I?
... I really don't?
Hurray!!!
Huzzah!
Cheers!
Yay!
Lollipops for everyone!

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

The Oblong Hamster of Tenochtitlan

Well I welcome you all to another random blog post! Huzzah!

Today I will be performing the world renound Aztec play "The Oblong Hamster of Tenochtitlan!"

Or I would if the last surving copy hadn't been eaten by an umbrella turtle.

*umbrella turtle snaps angrily at the bits of chewed up paper*

Maybe I should distract it with a picture.

The angry Umbrella Turtle


Yes! It's a picture of you!

*umbrella turtle gazes at it entranced whilst Octa slowly backs away*


Now where was I?


Oh yes. As consolation for no Aztecian play I shall show you an amusing yet educational video!

EDUCATIONAL VIDEO COMMENCE!



So now you know all the kings and queens of England! It may be vital information that could save your life in what would probably be a rather bizarre situation if it actually did have to save you.

I wonder what that situation would be.

Maybe you could suggest some in the comments.

Anway what next?

A short history of absolutely everything?

A medium sized history of absolutely everything?

A really long, stupendously gigantic history of everything?

Maybe a history that lasts as long as HISTORY ITSELF!

No wait! I have it!

I shall give you no history of everything!

*celebrations occur somewhere in Antartica*

Random picture time!



It's a hedgehog cactus. A pink one.


And now.....


For something....


About today...


On this day 45 years ago in 1966 The Vatican abolished its 467 year old list of prohibited books! Yay! No more prohibited books! Humanity has reached the pinnacle of Octaboonaness! Or something! I like books! DON'T BAN THEM!

*screams and is pulled of stage by men in a white van*


But I haven't finished yet! I haven't put in something about the Treaty of Mozhaysk! What blog post would possibly be complete with out it!


*men in white van relucantly agree*


On with the post!


The Treaty of Mozhaysk was a Danish- Russian treaty signed on the 7th August 1562 during the Livonian War. Twas signed by Frederick II of Denmark and Ivan IV of the Russian Tzardom and it was utterly insignificant probably. Well that's all I know about it. I don't actually know what was in the treaty or what the Livonian War was to be honest. But I'm sure that this is satisfactory and far more interesting than The Oblong Hamster of Tenochtitlan.


Hmmm......


A short interlude by my pet rock whilst I search for alligators on the moon.


Pet rock: ........


Some time later:


Pet rock: ...........


*pet rock falls out of a inconviently placed bottlenosed dolphin*


I'm back!


Wasn't rock so elegant and exquisite! Thank you for those words.


Pet rock: ..............


The turtle umbrella bids you all a Merry World Blood Donor Day


*turtle umbrella licks lips*


Feeeeeed meeeeeee!


Qazijex Tootle Inkelvoom

Saturday, 11 June 2011

Oh How Much Blogger Hates Me!

Yes, I am still unable to comment.

Soo....The new Bioshock is infinite. I mostly play on the 360 but I will play on other consoles. I do not own a PS3 so that is out of the question. Which also means not being able to get new Metal Gear Solid's. And my favourite games to play are things like, Fallout, Oblivion, Morrowind, Fable, Bioshock, etc, etc. And sorry Hellboy, I'm not much of a fan of minecraft and what have you. My one friend keeps telling me to play it, but alas, 'tis not my thing.

That's about all I'd like to say. And it's cooled down! A bit!

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Hok, Hobos, and Flip Flops.

Assuming that we all know what flip flops are...

Yesterday in class we were talking about the differences between Canada and Australia most randomly. I still think that the way 'tire' is spelt is funny. It seems that Ireland spells it as 'tyre' as well. *Giggles* Anyway, we were told that sweaters are called 'jumpers', apparantly. If I'm wrong don't quote me on it...But we were laughing at the prospect of a grown man wearing a jumper...Umm....

Blogger still won't let me comment, so tell Derek I said hi. I was going to say something to add to that but I forgot.

New Vegas isn't working and I'm unhappy. I can't go on one of my many Legion Hunts. Damn.

And yes Hellboy, I can't wait for Skyrim. The others I'm not too fond of. Also, the next Bioshock!!!! Whenever that is.

It's not cold where I am. It's a scorcher out there. There was a tornado (not here here thank god!) last week or something, a freak thunderstorm, and then it's been around 40 degrees celsius since. Heaven help me. Although I hear that it can get up to 54 or something in Australia. You poor souls. I only wish it was 11 degrees again. That's comfortable weather...

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Prodigious Watermelon Soap

I wish to alert the masses that this day of June 8th has been nominated National  Day of Peculiar Weather...









That is all.

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Butterflies Thrive by Dancing Jigs

I just had a very, brutally hot soup. Yes, just. It burns.

On that note...Damn I forgot what I was originally going to...There we go!

Vocaloid music can be pretty sad sometimes. It's basically a program that can sing...Wow that's not descriptive! Anywho, I was listening to one called "Girl of the Miniature Garden" and it was pretty sad. I already said that didn't I? And another that was called "Black Vow". It was about an angel who fell in love with a human and the human loved the angel so the angel basically clipped its wings to be human but the human then fell in love with a prince. The human married the prince, another angel came, killed the human, and both the prince and the first angel were sad. The first angel then gave up her life for the human, and upon seeing the angel the human was sad. Stuff happens.

Crazy vocaloid music.

I don't really know why I wanted to talk about that now come to think of it.

...I'd do well as an elf. I wouldn't have to wear shoes then. I don't like shoes.

Who here has seen Daybreakers? *Raises hand*

...Boogaloo...

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi

P.S. Did you know that they found what they believe to be the anchor to one of Black Beards flag ships, the Queen Anne's Revenge. Yay, facts!

Monday, 6 June 2011

Rice Coagulates Happiness

It's great fun thinking up random titles. Thanks to Mary Hiashi for introducing this concept.

This blog post is in no way about rice, happiness or coagulation (although maybe I should make a post some time about yoghurt production).

No this post was created just because of that title.

I now have to fill this post up with something.

The Life Cycle of a Penguin perhaps?

What actually is metathasis?

An introduction to Biblical Hebraic Grammar?

All fascinating topics. But maybe another time.

Maybe I should put in a picture.


Isn't it beautiful?


Well now what should I do?

I could end the post but it's more fun to continue to just improvise, displaying the random thought processes of me.


But since I'm running out of ideas I shall consult wikipedia.... or post a video.... Hmmmm


OK. Video first I think.


Off to youtube!



Well I for one found it amusing. Should Hitler videos be allowed to be funny? Interesting debate that. Maybe I have a very bizarre sense of humour. Maybe I've just offended you all and am going to be hunted down and excommunicated from the blog. Maybe this post is pointless and very timewasting.

Meh.

Oh yes. Wikipedia. But wait... what about a funny picture of Derek Landy.  Just look at that hair.


I've never seen the top of Golden God's head before.

And now for something completely different!

On this day in 1984 Tetris was released for the first time. There. I got that from Wikipedia.

Um... conclusion. How does one conclude this anyway.

Happy June! 

THE END

DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN!

*Darth Vader will speak to you now*

"Rice Coagulates Happiness"

Thankyou Mr Vader for those um.. wise and interesting words.

Long Live the Dragon Boat Festival! Apparently its today.

I'll go research it later.

Well I'll conclude with a question maybe.

What did you all think of A Good Man Goes to War?

This question will most likely only make sense to Whovians.

I know you're out there Whovians!

I personally really enjoyed it.

But did you?


Saturday, 4 June 2011

Legitimacy and Lightning

Answers! I think:

1. What age do you have to be to start at Hogwarts?

I said 11. Popular consensus also said 11. Thus it is 11.

2. What is my favourite colour?

If you said either blue or red, you'd be correct.

3. According to some people, how much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

A LOT! Yep, I forget what was said. I do know that it is a lot. *Shrugs* Cheese is delicious.

4. What is the meaning of the word 'supplanter'?

Supplanter: Someone who takes the property of another illegally. <- Something along those lines.

5. Who is Bram Stoker?

Obviously the guy who wrote DRACULA! (Yes, it be capitalized)

6. From which religion did I get the phrase "blessed be"?

'Tis Wiccan.

7. What does blaverhaven mean?

It means that your internet 'went to hell'. 'Crapped out', however you'd like to say it.

8. Where exactly does Skulduggery Pleasant live?

Between two competing funeral homes on Cemetary Road.

9. What trait will get you my respect?

Intelligence.

10. If you were stabbed by a rusty spoon, what would you say?

Damn moth-eaten scarves stole the mice made out of cheese in my wine casks.
11. What is Canada like?

It's hot in the summer, cold in the winter. We love poutine, and have every culture you can think of SOMEwhere in this country. We call our dollars Loonies, and our two dollars Toonies. We almost worship Tim Hortons (the coffee shop, not the hockey player himself) but some people probably do anyways. Quebec, one of our provinces, wants to be its own country but has only had the Quebecers try to attain that goal. We laugh at the people that come here in the summer looking for snow, and yes we have FOUR seasons and not one. We have a government, and a Prime Minister. The majority of us think that cheese spray is disgusting, and yep, that's all I feel like writing.

12. What is the first word that comes to mind?

Egregious.

13. What words can you get by unscrambling this: hgnatowrs taenurgeo.

Hogwarts Entourage

14. Pirates, or ninjas?

Ninjas.

15. What does it mean to be insane?

It means that you think that there is literally a silver lining somewhere in the sky. And god help you when you find it.

16. What are your top 5 favourite things about yourself?
1) Smarts
2) Writing ability
3) Coercing ability
4) Cunningness
5) Drawing ability

LASTLY
17. What inspires you?
 
The fact that I exist is inspiration enough.
 
Blessed be,
Miss Mary

Thursday, 2 June 2011

Jimmy Ate My Pasta...

I just LOVE weird titles! Anyway, I do hope that your parents listen Kallista. If nothing else but for your sake. So maybe that maybe will be a most emphatic yes, that'll span the ages and turn legend into reality...

It's cold again. Yesterday it was about 40 degrees celsius and today it is 11 degrees. Boy, do we put up with some pretty crappy weather. It's JUNE for the love of God! I'm still trying to get over the fact that the snow FINALLY went away about 2-3 weeks ago. I think that mother nature has finally gone off her rocker...

And will I answer my questions today? Maybe. Do I feel like it? Meh. Should I? Probably. Is the sky blue? Last time I checked...

Good ol' Jimmy!

Hmmm...Holy Hanna I'm lazy! *Laughs* I just wanted to write that.

Anyway, my brother and I were debating on who saw the coolest person yesterday. Basically:
Me: I saw a monk today.
Brother: Really?!
Me: Mm hm...Robes, shaved head...Yep, monk like.
Brother: Well I saw a Fed.
Me: Yes, well my monk was cooler than your Fed. So there.

Petty squabble. But he really was a monk!


....I'm very scatterbrained...

Blessed be,
Miss Mary Hiashi