52.47 Only skin deep.

After struggling with bits and pieces in an effort to get the site spiffy, I’m finally feeling less distracted and will now post a new photo.

We usually only appreciate what we can see despite the knowledge of what may lie beneath. A painting for the oils and not the fabric of the canvas beneath. A performer for their fantastic acts and not who they are as a person. A politician for the rosy dreams they conjure, instead of their consummate ability to distract, lie and the uncanny ability to fit into a hand-carry travel bag. I digress but you get the idea.

Appreciation also changes as the context changes, and with these thoughts:

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“Everyone needs a warm personal enemy or two to keep him free from rust in the movable parts of his mind.”
- Gene Fowler

Coercion by chocolate.

Dear evil-chocolate-selling auntie at Liang Court,

Your chocolates are not too bad, but they are not “better than Royce”, despite the praises from the cardboard-eating people around you. The best chocolate you have is the one with almond slivers, not because I prefer nuts in my chocolate, bu because the rest are a half notch above trash.

I’ve had my fair share of good and bad chocolate over the years of my short existence and really, an Australian Cadbury bar would put your handmade chocolate to shame.

Please kindly refrain from coercing people into buying chocolates by guilting them with numerous sample pieces from your collection of FOUR flavours.

Yours sincerely,

Snarks

PS: I let my guard down, and you pounced from the shadows like an annoying tabby. If only you were a cat.

Moving.

Hello all,

Moving has been pure and utter shite. It’s nice to have new shiny stuff, but the process of getting it up with this slug-on-weed-slow connection from Starhub is like slitting your wrist with a spork. My Host might want to blame herself, but hey you’re not the CTO of Starhub, so you’re forgiven.

The good news is most of the recent shots are up, the bad news is if you somehow miss my older shots, you’ll have to bear with me – my annoyance with miserable technology limits my work speed.

In other good or bad news, you might see more writing come up in the next few weeks because that’s my personal project for this winter/summer.

Love,

Snarks.

PS: To the staff at Coffee Club at Wheelock Place. Harden the f^^k up and smile, you’re in the service line. You’re not Jason Statham in Transporter or Sylvester Stallone in Rocky, so get your heads out of your asses and shelve the deadpan voices and ice cool attitudes.

Untimely Death.

Dear All,

Due to the sudden and brutal death of my Host’s domain, this blog will be buried within the week. It will be resurrected over the weekend and early next week on a new garden trough that is penciledlines.com. Be sure to come visit us there, if you have enjoyed the photos and random words so far.

Love,

Snarks

Update:

Well, now that we have moved to penciledplaces.com, the quest for a new theme and layout has begun! Stay tuned for more oddball changes in the coming days.