Fatal

Unable to deal with missing each other any longer, Rick drove up to Auckland last night. We'd planned to meet at 5, my evil clients did their best to sabotage that but, given that I am the rockingest Maya operator on the planet, I managed to have everything done and approved by 4:55. Rick's evil clients, however, ambushed him at the last minute. Grrr.

7pm Rick arrives and everything's better. Ive been pining for my husbears a little (okay, a LOT then) and a midweek fix was just what I needed. Takeaways eaten in the grass on the top of Mt Eden, a truly atrocious cheap cigar (the rest of the box went in the bin along with the half-finished butts), talking about all sorts of stuff- from the future of our relationship, to that video where the lady falls through the trapdoor... And of course back home for beer, Ab Fab, and filthy dirty loving homo sex. Damn I'm going to miss that workshop, with its oh-so-handy car bonnet (hood) and gently sloping concrete floor.

( We had an interesting discussion about the way we've ended up here. )

Friday is Bears night at Kamo, and our first big outing as a threesome. Our first big ANYTHING as a partnership really- should be interesting.

bored bored bored

I'm at work. I'm building a raisin in 3d. This morning I built 2 cornflakes and a rice puff. W00t. Client comes in and excitedly says "I want this to be the most delicious and attractive raisin ever!!!"

Its.

A.

Raisin.

A small dessicated grape. Served with peanuts and urine in tacky bars around the world. Destined to star in a commercial about a new cereal which is funkier and better than all the other overpriced grain-based breakfast foods. Apparently. I have a LIFE folks, I have love in my heart, plans for the future, and interests beyond making 'the most delicious looking raisin in the world'.

Advertising is SO fake.