Look Ma, I drew this!

Sometimes, I am hit with the creative bug.
Unfortunately for me, my bug is a bit on the retarded side, so my creative output is never
as gorgeous as I would like. Since I only have half a brain, I must needs make do with what I have - I lost myself in that sentence there...








So I pick up my pencil, pen, ruler, coloured pencils (lame, I know) and attack my poor page.



This one and the one before, I plan on using as the back/front side of a Moo calling card.

I have more of my 'creations' here

Snakes with ears

Alas and alack.
I miss my Froopert :(
I'm getting like the Count!
I wonder how her fisherman training is going?

Anyhow, on to more serious matters.
Look at this picture. Did the ancient Egyptians really have snakes with ears? Bunny ears at that? Wow. They must be extinct, surely. Or National Geographic - a favorite of Ratnesh's mother, would surely have had a documentary on it.

I went to the British Museum last autumn and viewed a few artifacts... This caught my eye, being a lover of nature and animals and all that good stuff. I wonder what happened to the bunny eared snakes...

In this picture, you can see under the real rabbit's paws, an ancient Egyptian tv antenna. Very interesting indeed.

We are always being fooled by our own feelings of superiority to the ancient civilisations and then end up realising we are not all that great.
This is another example - These people had TVs so many thousands of years ago.

I dearly love museums and as you can see - I always come out smarter than when I went in!
:D

Frooples.

A Coffin Shop Stalker?

So Froopert left Trinidad this morning to go to Tobago - the idyllic sister isle.
She will be there for one week, learning to be a fisherman. She will be specialising in catching crabs and pacro.
You can view a pacro here on Froopert's less insane blog.
I also have a small video of one being pried loose from it's rock.



Because I will not be able to chat as usual with Froopert while she's fishing, I stayed up until 2:30am talking and laughing with her and our other good friend, Abi.
I am 6 hours ahead of Froopert, and even more hrs ahead of Abi in Costa Rica, so they started to tease me that I was the only awake person in Bucharest.

I was dubbed the 'Coffin shop Stalker' by Abi, because she remembered said I live opposite coffin maker's shop...
I'm trying hard to be offended, but somehow I find that's kinda cool...

*sigh*

Stumblin' down the memory trail

Froopert and I have been wanting to go down that memory lane with our readers. We wanted to talk about some special memory, that was close to our heart.
However, after a few minutes of racking our brains, we came up empty (that should not surprise you by now).

So I decided to talk about animal bites.

Lets go down the memory lane of animal bites.

I will go first.

When I was about 11 yrs old and Froopert was a devilish 4yrs old, we stayed in a beach house, in Mayaro - for those of you who know Trinidad.

One early morning, we all (parents and cousins etc) went to see what the fishermmen pulled up and we were given some smallish, but still very appreciated cutlassfish.
(Look at it here!)
(The women of the party fried them).

Anyhow, Froopert took up a fish that was still alive and flung it at me for no reason (naturally) and the thing bit me!!!!! I still have the scar. :(

That was the only time I was ever bitten by an animal. Yet.
and I have the lovely Froopert to thank for it...

So, let's hear your stories!!!

Goodness gracious me, what is THAT?

Two days ago I went to a new outlet mall recently opened in the outskirts of Bucharest.
It's on the road leading to Pitesti, in case you want to go later.

I can't remember the name of the place, but it was cool. Most of the stores weren't opened yet and the food court also wasn't ready. But that's cool. Oh, and all the service people were surly and not in the least bit helpful. That wasn't cool.

I didn't know I was still capable of saying "cool" so many times in the space of 2.5 minutes. I'm well past my teenage years... This is strange...

Anyhoooo, on the way back home, we (Costel and I, Costel being my driver) spotted this specimen of engineering technology.
I have no idea what category it falls under - bicycle, moped, car
truck....
It looked like something the driver made in his shop at home.
There were welded edges and the paint looked like it was
applied with a brush. Still, it got the man to where he wanted to go (I assume).
So, who am I to laugh? (snigger)


Here he is, changing lanes - such workmanship, an engineering marvel to be sure.
The next time you are unhappy with the form of vehicular transport you may own,
think of this guy and be ashamed, cause he made this and you paid somebody for that piece of crap u have parked outside.

LOL.

With lots of love,
Froopert.

Careful with Turds- A song by Froopert

In the spirit of product- One of the many things that Froop squared holds very dear to our hearts, I have compiled a song in honour of this subject. Surely you will understand what product is by the end of my song. Please note this song is simply a new and improved version of Aly & AJ's "Careful with Words" which is in itself and excellent song. Please view the original lyrics here and listen to the song so you'll be able to sing along with my new and improved version which I know you'll want to do because it's just so catchy and it is a most pressing matter that affects us all at one point in our lives (or more for some of us).

Nature’s calling on your cell
Your stomach starts to ail
Why don’t you get some paper?
You’re giving me no details
What’s wrong, are you vex?
Or just need to get to the bathroom fast?
You gotta be careful with your turds

You’re all over me, defecating
I need to breathe, please stop farting
Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling
But you need to be careful with turds
Careful, careful

Your by-product by my door
It’s so hard to ignore
The smell of matter, fecal
I feel so sorry for you, with your flatulation
And for that reason, you are so alone. :(
You gotta be careful with your turds!

You’re all over me, defecating
I need to breathe, please stop farting
Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling
But you need to be careful with turds
Careful, careful

First when you farted you, got no attention you
Really were desperate to go…
Then from your face I see
It was much more than a pee
You looked like you wanted to exploooode

None of your turds have since dispersed
It seems as if they’re in reverse
Suddenly you needed fibre
Only a matter of time before you
Get out what’s stuck inside of you
I told you you’d feel better soon, didn’t I?

You’re all over me, defecating
I need to breathe, please stop farting
Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling
But you need to be careful with turds

Careful, careful

You’re all over me, defecating

I need to breathe, please stop farting

Your poor stomach won’t stop rumbling

You stayed there so long you got out all the turds...

The end

Froopert

Pwned by the sun

So I've been having fun on YouTube and making some videos.
Yessiree Bawb.
I made a lovely (tooting my own horn here - "toot" is a hideous word, ent?) video of the sunrise a couple days ago and got some positive responses.

This video I added is not the 'lovely' one, this is a second, slightly less lovely one - but I deleted the lovely one from my laptop after saving it on a dvd that I promptly lost. So, we'll all have to settle for less today I'm afraid.
If you want to see the lovely one, you can look to the right - It's labelled "Sunrise - Ravi Shankar"

So of course my head got all swollen with the praise (self and otherwise) and I decided I will make a series of sunrise videos, and if I can manage it, some sunsets too.

Now, as ye olde seasons having been changing from winter to spring, I've been having a terrible time trying to get out of bed and begin life everyday. But last night I said I was going to make me a sunrise video and I valiantly battled myself and I won!

I woke up, actually got out of the bed and got dressed. With camera and tripod in hand, I walked to the balcony door.

Lo! and behold, when I open my sleeping eyes, to my utter dismay, all I see is fog.
And the fog lasted ALL ...DAY... LONG.

Froo...ples.