100

Well! Thank goodness that's over with! I can imagine you all thinking "When's that loon just going to get on and post something else? Lazy git!". I can tell you now, that it won't be today. I'm far too busy. I shouldn't even be doing this.
What I will do is post the first picture, so you can see the comparison. Actually, not the first, because that was just a black square. I'll post the second one:

There. How's that? Just for your information - and for mine because I'm a little forgetful - the first picture was posted on July 22nd. The final one on July 31st. And in between were five others (could've been six).

Now. On to the next post - which I won't be doing today remember (today being August 4th) - I have a title but nothing to post about. The title is: 101 Damnations. What do you think?

Right. Must go. I've got wedding cakes to decorate and dinners to get ready for.


P.S. Yes, it is me. No, I'm not a carrot. Or Dusty Bin. Those aren't claws. Or bananas. I don't have a leopard. That's not my real hair colour - It might've been IDV's once upon a time, but mine (the Host, if you haven't realised) is a chestnut brown. I do have the white bits, though - caused by the stress of having old Witch-face in my head. I can make my eyes glow, too. No, I'm not adopting Qenny's irritatingly catchy song as my theme tune. And, finally: Yes. Witches really do wear pointed hats. To quote Granny Weatherwax "How else is anyone supposed to know you're a witch?" I must admit, I don't wear it very often. Usually only to official functions and when posing for pictures.

Lead balloon

Well. That went down like the proverbial lead balloon.

See, that's what I get for leaving the Host's Subconscious in charge for a few days. I won't be doing that again soon.

On to more important things...

Oh. There aren't anymore important things. However, there is an important thing coming up. The next post will be the 100th. I must think of something special to do. That may take a while, so you may just have to put up with me visiting your Blogs and not updating this thing until that flash of inspiration strikes.

Failing that, you could always give me some suggestions for a 100th post. Although, I'm toying with the idea of doing a theme/special for 101 rather than 100. You know I like to be different. We'll see...

Anyway, answers on a postcard to the usual address.

Found

Higher I fly, yet still caught within, skimming over the burning pool. How easily it is contained now.

How easily it is ignored.

Following the thread of sapphire as it insinuates itself throughout me, I calm and fade.

Drifting along it's crystalline length, wondering how long it can last. Can it last?

Suddenly, interjection:

Here I am.

Twisting

I lay back and close my eyes, feeling the beat pulse through me. Soon I am suffused with white. It is intense and rushing through me, almost blinding.

The pulse becomes a steady thrum and through it I see gold. It flashes through my body from head to toes, glancing from impulse to impulse. I can barely make it out but I know it is there. I know it charges me.

I am soaring through myself. Finding those places I have never been that are so familiar.
I wonder what can be seen in me.

Harshly awoken, I blaze sapphire blue. My gaze soon turns red. A scarlet raging storm, lashing out and burning, twisting, incinerating into the outside. But just for a moment. Just for a moment.

It is soon covered. I turn into myself once more.

And disappear.

Not for this world.

Not yet.

Cannot be arsed

Because I simply cannot be arsed to think up and write a post of my own, I give you "10 Questions we ask everyone" by the good people at heat magazine (they don't appear to have a website so have a look here to see what they're about).

WHERE DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING? Sadly, in my own bed. Alone.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Last week while watching The Core. The bit where Serge got crushed to death in one of Virgil's compartments and Josh was shouting at Bec to open the doors.

WHAT WAS THE LAST LIE YOU TOLD? Ooh, I can't remember. Really. I try not to lie - I endeavour to either mask the truth or omit vital information so as to still be telling the truth, just not all of it. Hmmm... I guess this morning at work would count, when the woman who sits diagonally opposite me came in with a new hair do and I said "I like the way your hair is layered at the front", without saying "Oh Christ! I can't believe you paid for that! What have you done? It's hideous!"

APART FROM YOUR HOME AND CAR, WHAT IS THE MOST EXPENSIVE THING YOU'VE EVER BOUGHT? Well. I haven't bought my home (yet), but I have bought my car (the broom doesn't count - it's the witch's, not mine [the Host, in case you hadn't realised]). Other than a holiday to Corfu in 2002, I think it would have to have been on a statuette of Great A'Tuin the star turtle, complete with the four obligatory elephants, topped off with the Disc. If I remember rightly, I spent about £200 on it. A long time ago, I hasten to add.

WHAT DO YOU DISLIKE MOST ABOUT YOURSELF? My lack of confidence/inability to make a decision/laziness.

WHEN WERE YOU LAST NAKED IN FRONT OF ANOTHER PERSON? Eeeek! Far too long ago! Probably last summer when I was going out with my then boyfriend (who I actually resisted calling my boyfriend - I said we were just 'dating'. What a twat, eh?). Although, I was practically naked this morning while swimming as my tiny shorts leave little to the imagination!

WHAT'S BEEN THE MOST EMBARASSING MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE? Now, this I really can't remember. I have an amazing ability to wipe out any embarassing incidents that have happened to me. Thank Goodness!

WHO DID YOU LAST RECEIVE A TEXT FROM AND WHAT DID IT SAY? "He did the washing up. Most of it, actually, as I was on the phone!" from my friend Claire after she had me and four others around for dinner. One of the others was a male 'friend' of hers who we'd heard about but hadn't met. I had previously sent her a text saying I noticed his car was still there when I drove past and wondered if she had 'enjoyed' herself!

EVER BEEN CHATTED UP BY ANOTHER BLOGGER? (The question actually mentions 'celebrity', not 'blogger', but I didn't think that counted. Although, feel free to answer with any celeb chat ups). No. Although Toby, Imogen's stand in, was very friendly! I think I have a small crush...

IF YOU WERE INVISIBLE FOR A DAY, WHAT WOULD BE THE FIRST THING YOU'D DO? Go stalking Pete. Hopefully, in this heat, he'd have the day off and be doing his garden. Topless. Mmmmm...


There. That's that. If anyone would like to do their own version, please help yourself. I can't be arsed to tag anyone hence the title...