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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Past Examinations

So the other day I found a few stories that I wrote from way back during the awkward years of my teenage-hood. At this time everything that was me was being amplified into over dramatic bursts of something that is either very creative or extremely disturbing. Shown through this first story called; Cacky The Cacky Cactus
(from a title like that, you know this will be good)
I will post more of these stories along the way :)

The story begins...

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Jasmine. Now Jasmine had a brain dysfunction called, super hyper crazy weird disorder (SHCWD). all the doctors tried to cure Jasmine of SHCWD, but she didn't want to be cured. So they let her ride home on her yellow elephant named Sedgwick Elephant. Sedgwick elephant was very angry that day however, and stampeded to the local fish market to buy a cow (don't ask me how that works coz i really don't know!)
The cow that the elephant bought was name Harold. Harold the cow went to Sedgwick the elephant to tell Sedgwick the elephant to go punch Frizzle the flea on the nose, because frizzle flea made fun of Mary Monkey's mother. Mary Monkey's mother is a kind old goat. she liked to give shotguns to the children in her poor village. Mary Monkey loved her mother very much, and hated it when Frizzle Flea made fun of her. So Mary Monkey told Harold the cow that Frizzle the Flea had made fun of Mary Monkey's mother, and that Mary Monkey wanted Frizzle Flea to be punched on the nose by Sedgwick elephant. But Sedgwick elephant didn't want to punch Frizzle Flea on the nose because she was his wife. So Sedgwick elephant's wife, Frizzle Flea, was not punched on the nose by her husband, Sedgwick elephant, but was in fact punched on the nose by Cacky the cacky cactus. Cacky the cacky cactus is a nice old cactus, but is highly allergic to lipstick. And it just so happened that the day that cacky the cacky cactus punched Frizzle Flea on the nose, Frizzle Flea had lipstick on her nose because she was going to King Caterpillar the fuzzy's  royal ball that night. so Cacky the cacky cactus blew up like a balloon and shot his spines out at very high velocities, which wiped out the elephant, including Sedgwick elephant. Frizzle Flea didn't like it when Cacky the cacky cactus killed her husband, so she asked King Caterpillar the fuzzy  and Mary Monkey to go punch Cacky the cacky cactus on the nose. Unfortunately when they went to do this though, there wasn't enough of Cacky the cacky cactus left to punch. so they went to Mary Monkey's mother to ask for advice. Mary Monkey's mother told Mary Monkey to tell Marvin Mammoth what had happened to Frizzle Flea's husband, Sedgwick elephant. They also told Harold cow what happened, and he told King Caterpillar the fuzzy to became bald so they could make a cushion out of his fuzziness. So King Caterpillar the now not so fuzzy made a cushion out of his fuzziness. After he pulled out his fuzziness however, he realised that he didn't like being bald, and started crying. So Harold cow, Frizzle Flea, Mary Monkey, Mary Monkey's mother and Marvin Mammoth cheered King Caterpillar the now not so fuzzy up by  saying that they loved every bald inch of him. But Ahsayuni dog hated King Caterpillar the now not so fuzzy very much and killed him. Mary Monkey's mother and Mary Monkey were very sad, so Mary Monkey's mother and Mary Monkey hit Ahsayuni dog on the head with a very big mallet. Then Ahsayuni dog, Mary Monkey, Mary Monkey's mother, Frizzle Flea, Marvin Mammoth and the fish market workers all came down with the mysterious disorder SHCWD. which made them all very stupid. Then Sedgwick elephant, Cacky the cacky cactus and King Caterpillar the now not so fuzzy came back from the dead and Sedgwick elephant, Cacky the cacky cactus, Mary Monkey's mother, Mary Monkey, Harold cow, Frizzle Flea, Marvin Mammoth, King Caterpillar the now not so fuzzy, Ahsayuni dog, the fish market workers, Jasmine AND Jasmine's doctors, all partied very hard, because now they all understood how fun it was to have SHCWD, and they all lived happily ever after. Except for Ahsayuni dog, because he died of a weird disease call No Body Loves You At All Dysfunction (NBLYAAD). Then Mary Monkey's mother, Mary Monkey, King Caterpillar the now not so fuzzy, Frizzle Flea, Marvin mammoth, Sedgwick elephant, Harold cow, the fish market workers, Jasmine AND Jasmine's doctors partied even harder because NBLYAAD was very contagious, but no one else got it because they were all loved very much by The very big giraffe down the street, who aslo had SHCWD. So The very big giraffe down the street, Sedgwick elephant, Cacky the cacky cactus, Mary Monkey's mother, Mary Monkey, Harold cow, Frizzle Flea, Marvin Mammoth, King Caterpillar the now not so fuzzy, the fish market workers, Kelly how the heck did she get into this, Jasmine AND Jasmine's doctors all partied very hard without Ahsayuni dog.
THE END!
(are u confused now? cause i certainly am!)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Birdie Profiles!

So I have many birds as pets. Well to be honest I see them as more than pets. I can no longer distinguish what is human and what is animal in my household. Especially when my brother is around!

But all my birds seem to be extraordinarily weird. They take after their owner very well! 8D So I have decided to give a profile on each of my birds! Here is the basic rundown

Peggy






Species: Galah
Likes: Preening, pats and hugs, being the centre of attention, biting small children, pulling the hairs out of men's arms and faces and generally being a bit of a bitch
Dislikes: Facial hair, bicycles and my best friend Stefi
Favourite Food: Human flesh
Human Equivalent: Demon Paris Hilton
Fun Fact! Peggy broke her wing at a very young age and unfortunately was never able to fly again. This means we often take her outside. One of her favouritist games (yes, favouritist is a word) is "I'm going to climb onto the roof of the house so you get really scared and chase me!"

Sedgwick






Species: Cockatiel
Likes: Eating the wall plaster, showering, sitting on my shoulder  none of this is important. This bird is me in bird form! I also enjoy to partake of wall plaster! Om nom nom nom nom!
Fun fact! While chomping at sedgwick one day much the same way as this baboon is chomping...
... Sedgwick decided to stick her head (yes she is a female named Sedgwick) in my mouth mid chomp! Naturally I was so shocked at having a bird's head in my mouth that the message my brain was supposed to send saying "AAAGH STOP CHOMPING!! A SMALL VULNERABLE CREATURE HAS IT'S HEAD IN YOUR MOUTH!!!" never got sent. Sedgwick got bitten! Not too hard though I might add. The bird was fine, and kept on eating the wall plaster as if nothing had happened. It did leave a strange taste in my mouth however...

The Little Budgie:






Species: Budgerigar
Likes: Biting people and pooping in hair
Dislikes: Being denied the opportunity to bite people and crap in their hair
Favourite Food: BLLOOOODDD. And apples.
Human Equivalent: Axe murdering phsycopath
Fun Fact! I have a firm belief that in a past life the little budgie was a psychopathic, tough, gothic biker. This would explain it's apparent blood lust and the noise it makes whenever you go near it that sounds like a miniature motorbike no bigger than your index finger. It would also explain why this bird is so angry all the time! Instead of coming back as something tough like.. a wolf or an eagle, it came back as a female, daisy coloured, runt budgerigar.
And seriously! This is one angry bird! It doesn't play, it attacks its toys as if they owe her a debt they cannot repay.



This post to be continued tomorrow with part two! Featuring George, Dood and Shran! :D yaaay!



Saturday, October 16, 2010

Flailing Arms Theory

Most people seem to assume that I am uncoordinated. But as a musician and artist I disagree wholeheartedly! I have an extraordinary level of coordination, I just have to prove it...

You see, the thing that makes people make this assumption is the fact that I am always knocking things over. I spill drinks over me every day, drop sandwiches off plates and knock things off the shelves wherever I go. This has significant disadvantages in stores and supermarkets. I am in constant dread of the policy "you break it you buy it".


However I do not blame this phemomenom on being uncoordinated. I am too good at pogo sticking to be uncoordinated.



Instead I have a theory! The flailing arms theory! I must walk around with my arms waving around constantly like an idiot. I can only hope it doesn't look to crazy. I'm studying to be a scientist, no one will take me seriously if it seems like I have no control over my limbs...
I have this idea that maybe my parents aren't telling me something. Maybe my mother once ran off with one of those inflatable tube men and got knocked up...



That would at least explain why I knock things over...

Friday, October 15, 2010

Of Effluence and Showers

Scenario 1: You are in the shower. The water is deliciously hot. All your muscles are relaxed, and you are aware of nothing but the intense relaxation washing over your body.
Then some idiot flushes the dunny.
Immediately you are scolded or half frozen to death by the sudden change in water temperature that ensues. Which naturally leads to an unhappy shower. RRAAGGGEE

As a child without a working knowledge of plumbing I often wondered why the water temperature changed in this situation. In my mind I worked out that the shower and the toilet must be connected directly by the pipes. It was the only solution that I could come up with.
Of course, I thought this to be intensely stupid. We invented rocket ships, televisions, and those awesome planes that hang on a string from the ceiling and fly around in circles all day. Which fool decided to connect the crapper and the shower?!?!?!

My tendency to think too much on such things as these caused me to make what I thought to be a startling discovery. If the two were directly related... maybe if you flush the toilet while someone is in the shower... all of your 'business' will come out of the shower head thus covering the unsuspecting victim in a profound ickiness!



This thought tormented me every time I was in the shower. I was constantly afraid that the water would turn smelly and yellow, and I would get covered in someone's pee. It was very terrifying for a small child such as myself!

Then one day I stayed at my grandparent's house while my parents went away. I love my grandparent's because of their incomprehensible awesomness, so I would never wish anything remotely negative upon them. But I made the unfortunate mistake of flushing the toilet when I knew my Grandmother was in the shower.

I was so afraid that all the sewerage from the last few days had some splurted out in a wave of excrement and effluence over my amazing Grandmother! But when she came out of the bathroom she appeared normal. As if no terrible, unmentionables had come into contact with her at all. I told myself that maybe she was just putting on a brave face because she didn't want to embarrass me (my Grandmother IS that awesome). So I kept quiet too.

Of course now I am much wiser in the field of plumbing but a part of me still pushes my muscles to run everytime the shower water suddenly goes cold.



Stay happy!
Jazz :)

Beef and Hat Eating Cantaloupes

One thing I have noticed in my life is that Beef has a certain tendency to be rather amazing. I find it so incredibly.... incredible that even when my mind is occupied by other things it will worm it's way into the cesspool that is my thoughts. Beef is a part of my ssooouuulll!

And so, in an attempt to quell the ever present desire for beef, on one cold, lonely evening I found myself googling beef! Through that peculiar meandering pathway that is the internet I eventually made my way to Urban Dictionary.

What I found there rather disturbed me.

I had never seen such blatant disrespect for my most beloved of luncheon meats! There were various references to fights... farts and.. rappers... (huh?) that I just did not understand and so I made a plan. I would show the world the true meaning of Beef! I would bring respect back to the most delicious of all edible and non-edible foods. The true impressiveness of the Sunday Roast (the meal not the small child) shall be revealed to all.

The following is what I wrote. The last time I checked it was to be seen as the 32nd definition of Beef in Urban Dictionary. :)

Beef
Possibly the manliest sounding word in the dictionary.
Try shouting it, grunting it, mumbling it or demanding it. Beef meat is also amazing so to show your appreciation for the word, beef must be used at least once in every sentence.
BEEEEFF!
Its fun! (manly voices only. girly, high pitched BEEFS! are unacceptable. To shout beef in this manner is deemed as an insult to anything and everything within earshot and thus is punishable by an extremely hard smack across the back of the head. Other more creative methods of punishment are encouraged)

Beef is also an effective word for clearing ones throat!
ie. instead of *cough cough* *grunt grunt* *cough*
try *cough cough* BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEF!!!!! *cough cough*
Beef backwards is feeb.
1. Instead of shouting "THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAA!!"
try shouting "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEF!!!!" as your next war cry

How to use it in every sentence...
2. Random 1: Did you go to Miranda's beef party last night?
Random 2: Yeah I heard the party beef food was amazing!
Random 3: Meh it was nothing beefy special.
Random 1: Yeah I suppose your right beef beef. The best part of the party was when the cantelope ate my hat.

Imagination Refridgeration!

Adddooooiiii :)
Welcome to Imagination Refrigeration!
I don't really have any clue as to why I started this blog. I think it has something to do with forestalling my inevitable insanity. But whatever the reason this is the place where all the things I find to be most amazing can congregate! Fridges, weird stuff and turtles!
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