Ay Tariray

So um, clearly, I am not very good at this blogging thing, what with posting supposedly every week to once a month to once a blue moon, or something. I realised that I ought to, at the very least introduce myself. I don’t think it will pull in new readers or anything, but it does give me an excuse to post pictures and attempt to be some sort of Allie Brosch (but clearly, not as cool, funny or popular, but I can pretend right?). So yeah – My name is T, I am generally human, and mostly, I am a person. In my spare time I like being someone, be it online or offline. I also like books, travelling, deer, history, doritos, politics (for the lulz), drawing, painting, beading, crafting, doritos, sci fi, makeup, Vivienne Westwood, Nilaga (a filo food dish), video games, bubble tea and doritos… I have also lived out of a suitcase for a lot of years of my life. Home to me was were I could put my suitcase – Madrid, Sydney, Milan, Madrid again, The Hague, Leiden, Brussels, London, Sydney again…...

I’m on fire! I’m on fire!! – no, I am joking, its just indigestion. But bear with me guys because I am sort of on fire with inspiration (*kaching!*) because I just recently attended Animania with my little stall, T’EMPorium! For a small history of my crafty ventures – you may go here – it’s all very historically accurate and very pompous too. For the report on my shenanigans (or lack thereof), take a seat, brew a cup and read on, this may take a while. Oh and there are pictures – YEY! I set up on the Friday before the event because of one particular silly reason; acrylic nails. Yes, my fancy nails would have hampered my set up progress had I decided to set up in the morning ‘cause I’m awful at handling fiddly bits and hat pins when I have long nails... In fact, I stabbed myself several times with clips that Friday evening. Mum also volunteered to help me set up, so I snuck her through Louis (not so sneakily I suppose) and we got cracking. All in all ...

Uuuuhhhh - ok, so this is a SECOND game review post that no one really cares about to be honest. But in my fantasy world, my over inflated ego likes to think that someone out there actually cares about my really boring decision making in Peter Molyneux's latest and probably not so greatest. There's a pic of my avi, and yes, it's a she. Scars and Magic Leylines are the hip thing when combined with Steampunk/Victorianesque Corn Rows baby I was mildly interested in Fable because the trailers made it look steampunky and very, very cockney. That and the pretty impressive cast of voice actors (God's own Stephen Fry is Reaver! I mean... of course he is! how lascivious). An interesting note is that Ben Kingsley plays the voice of Sabine, who is, thankfully, a guy... but he sounds Welsh... hmm. Anyway. Installing Fable 3 was like running a techy gauntlet of Doom. My computer is fairly new, one of those new-fangled touch screen all-in-one PCs with a Pentium i5 ...

Ok - so old game is old. But I have noticed that Crisis Core is only known to the core fans of the FF7 franchise, which is odd. Its an excellent game (sort of) and the story line, frankly, is a gazillion times better than the original FF7. But first - I warn you, spoilers. But then, who cares, the FF7 story can be summed up this way without spoiling the game experience: 1. Super Soldier Babies are grown from petri dishes 2. Zack 3. Zack is totally besties with Super Soldier Baby #2, Meanwhile Super Soldier Baby #1 is feeling lonely and awkward and SSB #3 has chucked a hissy fit 4. SSB #2 and #3 die, leaving SSB #1 confused and angry 5. Zack meets Aerith, there is a lot of cuteness 6. SSB #1 gets mad and throws a tantrum of epic proportions and burns a village down 7. Zack is stuck with the shitstorm aftermath with a derpy blond 8. Zack dies (MASSIVE SPOILER! too bad!) 9. Derpy blond picks up where Zack left off and does a pretty crap job of it 10. Derpy blond fights SSB a few times unt...

So like, my homegirl, Mary, brought her iPhone to the event and got me this recording that she snuck under her mantle. Couldn't translate all of it on account of the BOSS' voice and presence being all super duper and all... but I did the best I could. I bet you the jokes were way funnier. Gabriel: Hey Mick, D’you see who just got brought in? Michael: Do I ever, I was the one who fished his soul out of the water. Tell you what though, it sure was hard beating them wandering infernal creatures back with a flaming sword. I gotta go bring her in for repairs now. Gabriel: wandering infernal creatures? Mich: Yeah – they were everywhere you know, getting all excited that their number one idol had the good grace of being dropped into their domain. I non blasphemously swear to you that it felt like I was fending off a bunch of 13 year old girls at a Justin Bieber concert. Gab: Dude, I feel for you. As soon as the bullet cracked through the temporal bone of his skull, The BOSS imme...

So - In light to the reaction of a post I made a while ago somewhere else, I must address the REAL reason this blog has come into existence. This is important. I made illustrations (well, one, maybe two) to prove it. I'm pretty sure other people have all sorts of self-comfort remedies in times when fevers run high and noses clog or aches and pain relegate you to the smooshy lubbely warmth of BED. I adore my bed in times of sickness, but it seems my body has it out for me and enjoys furthering its vendetta against me in all sorts of epic and bizarre ways. Sometimes, the outside world tries to collaborate and invents all sorts of evil contraptions to torture me with. So without further ado, I present: Tara's Fevered Adventures! now with 20% spittle! So anyway, one time, long ago, during my University years - I had a 3000 word paper due. I had some sort of flu, or cancer. But I am ok now, so I guess it wasn't cancer. I didn't really realise I was sick. Our dorm was alway...