on great tits

Ha. Rather a great tit than a mediocre, say, belly button.

Any day.

Tits by Seb Lester, as seen at Keep Calm Gallery, a great place for great (tits) prints and cards.

I 've bought a couple (of non-booby ones) through them before and I'm really very tempted to get this one as a pressie.

no corner. no view. instead I give you feet

My intention was to post some pics for corner view this week. Really. Alas, it was not to be.

What with all the things that need doing plus the utter exhaustion of having moved on Sunday and having quite a bit on at work at the moment... Last evening I went as far as moving the mattress to the bedroom (it was in the middle of the living room), connecting the land line (but failing to call anyone), emptying one box (it was nearly empty, just moved its contents to another one) and re-heating the Indian take-away from the night before, which I had with a glass of Spanish red (in a Martini glass until I locate the rest of them.)

A shame because it's the ideal theme too just after a move. Oh well, I shall get there, once I find the energy to take the laptop out of its box and plug it in. But hey, I'm happy and well and enjoying every single minute of the chaos. Just watch this space for photos of... boxes?

In the meantime, here's a preview. A couple of recycled shots (from a ninja for all seasons, the slideshow to the right.) Old floor boards, new floorboards and some in between action. (Wishful thinking, more like, as I ended up paying some strong men to finish the job off. Never listen to people who tell you you can demolish shit when you are already exhausted and stressed. You cannot.)

Oh yeah, and I thought I'd post the below tune, which has pretty much been in my head since my packing marathon on Saturday.
A bit of 80's British pop nostalgia with Living in a Box, their eponymous debut single Living in a Box, from their eponymous album Living in a Box. Truly, an ode to consistency.

now that's what I call airwaves

Source: Photo AP at NRC Handelsblad online

got the funky thread, where's the massive needle to mend that street, then?

cell phone madness cv à la ninja (i.e. telephotony on wheels) one morning & one evening call, five pics each, wordless, hence the long title, ahem

more corner views here

watery mooney

I really loved the Moon Walking illustration google used of a couple of months ago.

This one today is pretty good too (I like the previous one better) but this water-on-the-Moon-discovery-lark basically got me thinking it was perhaps time to revisit that other theory on water on Mars.

Okay, I've just realised this looks a bit like product placement with that humongous logo up there but, considering I'm using blogspot for nothing... (Nothing, nothing, we'll have to see about that. I don't normally believe in not paying for stuff so I reckon my soul's already more than charcoaled and I will end up having to sell my body (or summat) too for not having read the small print regarding blogditions of usage and shit. Oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we get there.)

Off to do sensible stuff and things now. Boo hoo.

Image taken from google logos.

dishy corner view

la ninja is tired

and not particularly inspired

but here's a silly corner view

just for you.

Look at that dishy ninja boy

how very coy!

so hot I can hear m'sizzle...

...wolf whistle!!!

whewwwwww whewwwwww! :)

Feeble attempt, I know but hey. A little rhyme in the spirit of Sint Maarten, celebrated in the Netherlands today (there's your cornery-viewy bit randomly thrown in, la la la.)

Hooi-de-booi, hooi-de-booi,
Wat is Sintre-Maarten mooi.
Hooi-de-booi, hooi-de-booi,
Wat is Sintre-Maarten mooi.

En wat een mooie ninja boy.

Right. Off to check whatever happened to that leaking boiler now but you can do something much more fun than that and go check out the rest of the corner viewers' stories at Jane's: here.

Note: Winter Ninja as seen at shawnimals. Thanks to the boy for the tip. He's not the jealous type, you see.

mis plantitas

Ages ago, I had threatened a certain Miss Gardener Extraordinaire to show her a pic of my plants when she posted this one. She's been posting a lot on herbs and the like lately (I absolutely dig this drawing) so I thought I'd be a ninja of my word and finally show her mine. Well, you know what I mean.



So there. First one wearing slippers and pjs in my very untidy balcony. That basil's still going strong, by the way. What's more, it's blooming. In November!
I'm still totally clueless about the whole planting thing. Mine just do what they want, honestly. See here and here and, okay here if you're not already bored to death (which you should be by now), for proof. (Proof that I haven't got the foggiest about what I'm doing, that is.)

Second one, a lovely lovely suzanne met de mooie ogen (black-eyed susan) vine that I got as a present from the boy in June and that I managed to kill off in about a month. Great.

I went to the shop after re-potting it and seeing that things were still not looking good, and was told "no direct sunlight". Oh poo. Too late. That's exactly where it'd been all the time.

To replace it, I'm buying one myself next June but this time I'll get the instruction manual too.

Last pic. Love that spraying that plant with water created an invisible still life of sorts on the balcony table. (By the way, that one came full of green and ugly caterpillars, the bastards. However, I managed to get rid of them and save it. Yay. At least one successful rescue in that balcony. Go Green Ninja, go).

Okay, off to break a wall now. No, really. With a big hammer and a golden stone chisel. That's what we do around here on a Sunday morning. It's late enough to make the neighbours crazy, right? Right. There we go.

contrasting corner views?

I took these pictures last Wednesday.

While these other ones were taken yesterday.
Same place. Spot the difference?
Pretty big contrast in less than a week, don't you find? I do.

On another note (but on the same cycling route to work), here's some light-shadow contrasts. Cyclist ninja on a useless (if rather fun) Peter Pan-like chase.





Chasing the shadow onto the green, green grass.
Near yellow and red leaves carrying a giant lance (ninja knight on her two-wheeled horse).
Stretching past the cycle path and onto the kerb...

Finally la ninja managed to catch that sneaky shadow.
Ha! Finally trapped behind bars.
Or so she thought.

There it was that very same night again, this time below the street lights. "You bloody ninja shadow, you. Stop taunting me behind those dancing lights."
Peter Pan meets Don Quixote... big time ;P

whininja... apparently

I've been told I'm being a bit of a whine lately and, even though that's bloody hard to hear (let alone accept and admit) I've thought about it and it's true. Yes, stress seems to be getting the best of me at times and I don't like it. Apologies to those stuck under my grey cloud.

Reasons why are irrelevant, really. The point is I'm stopping being a misery. Now.
Fingers and toes crossed. Everyone? Ta.


Oh yeah, I cannot really draw but that's me up there. Being stressful. Pulling my hair in a stressful manner (funny arms, I know. I've never been able to draw arms, even at primary school I always had to re-draw all my arms.)
However, I thought I'd put into practice what a certain doodley missy told me about how it is much safer to have things on paper rather than causing havoc inside your head. So there. I thought I'd quickly make a bad self-portrait (to have a look at every time I start being a whinge again). It will, at least, give me laugh seeing those deformed arms.


Also, it reminded me of some beautiful prints by Blanca Gómez (I particularly like her clouds.)
Only in those the ladeez are smiling under the rain. Let's try and aim at that too. Okay, (whi)ninja?
¡Al mal tiempo, buena cara! (And it is pissing it down out there right now. With an effing passion) ;)

UPDATE: To keep my spirits up, it could probably be an idea to use the below too! ;)

that very fine line...

...between humour and cheekiness.

of orange vests, leaves, rants and whoopee

In keeping with my (lately most irregularly posted) a-ranting + a-moaning series, I was about to moan about men in shiny orange vests cutting, clipping, trimming, pruning and basically getting the park tidy and ready for the winter.

It's not about them I want complain though, they tend to do a splendid job at cutting, clipping, trimming, pruning and getting the park ready for the winter. (See that first photo down there? That's a perfectly neat pile of... crap?) What really bugs me is that they are at it, with their heavy machinery and stuff, first thing in the morning making my cycle to work a perilous one again (ahem).

So anyway, instead of having a sulk (I'll rant soon about female joggers wearing the wrong undergarments, another interesting park feature), it got me thinking on how everyone's posting pics of red leaves and brown stuff, nature, parks, trees and the like. Exactly the same thing seems to happen every year. Spring and autumn.

It reminded me of this fab post by the hilarious and articulate Antonia at whoopee, which really sums up the subject in a way I never could.

Really, go and have a peek. She's fun.

Right, next entry will be on shiny orange vests or, indeed, joggers' too often too bouncy bosom.

I'm so b, let's move to denmark

I'd forgotten all about an article I read some time ago until today.

The clocks have gone back, it's already getting darker and the gloom of winter is upon us. Crap. Piles of. (Unlike here, it's just soil, MODgirl. Honestly. Sigh.)

Right, it's starting to get dark, dank and bleh so we should, at least, make life a bit easier for ourselves. Therefore, I recommend reading the article here and if, like me, you identify yourselves with the quote "I'm useless early in the morning. All I can do is drink coffee and stare into space." then, perhaps you could also start the revolution.

I know I won't. I am a stirrer rather than a doer so, please, go ahead, fight for me and let me know when you're done. When the EU has passed the bill proposal and made it law, at that stage, I'll totally be there backing you up. Only after 3pm though. Ta.

No seriously. It's a brilliant idea.

Oh yeah, and their official website is here.

you're welcome

Note: Donation of stabilising soil. layercakelab (in Dutch only)

a dreamy (?) corner view

I haven't been very dreamy as of lately. At all.

With more than plenty of practical stuff to organise and get done I find I tend to freeze and block at the sheer thought of it. Somehow I end up forgetting to do the stuff I enjoy doing (and that gives me mental energy, including this little virtual space here) because I tend to worry about the stuff I should be doing but I'm not. Does that make any sense? Brraaaarrgh aargh bah.

However, I don't want to moan or be too much of a pain (I reckon I can just hear you mumble "Too late, you bloody ninja whiner! That first paragraph was just a misery.") Instead, I will just post a couple of photographs.

I tried to capture this fantastic full moon a couple of weeks ago, but finding myself armed with just my little (if very trusty) mobile phone, quality leaves quite a lot to the imagination.

I have decided not to edit them in any way, either. What you see is what you see and what you see is what you get and what you get is what you see. You see?

So, trying to keep faithful to the corner view spirit, a dreamy evening at my neck of the woods.

To dreamy evenings, restful nights, contentment and the ability to appreciate all the good stuff.

There! I have a dream after all, nutter that I am. ¡Bieeeeen!