Turning Japanese, I really think so.

All day today, I've been wearing an oversized mans' shirt with only a string top underneath. I haven't felt cold once. This wouldn't be strange if it was mid-June, but it's freaking October, almost the middle of October! You can't enjoy the witching season in a tank top, for chrissakes. I was skyping with a friend today in New York and she said the exact same thing. Global warming has a lot to answer for, my friends.

I'm all for saving the environment and try to be as green as I can be, without heading down the clothes made of hemp and "knitting my own organic porridge" route. (Paraphrased from a very clever little article I read in the Sunday Times a couple of weeks back!) However, some of this ecofriendly stuff can be a bit well, too green for me. It'll be a cold day in hell (not likely at the way Mother Nature is hot flushing all over the place) before you catch Murzipan availing of reusable tampons, for example. Check it out just for the crazy-ass website alone - apparently the Polar Bear model is "quite romantic" but the penguin is kind of a loner. Okay then.

However, you may very well catch me using one of these little guys someday in the near future, the penguin or the walrus being the most likely candidates right now! Fridgezoo magnets start nattering away when you open the fridge door, but linger too long and they'll be on your case to shut it again. Granted, you won't know exactly what they're saying because it's all in Japanese, but this can only add to their value I feel. Hide one right in the back and scare the crap out of your boyfriend when his after-pub midnight munching directs him towards those leftovers you want for lunch tomorrow. Plus, I've always thought that having something in the fridge chattering at me might prevent me reaching for the last slice of cheesecake/bottle of vino blanco. These little guys are gonna have their work cut out for them, I feel.

Also, what ever happened to The Revs? Does anyone know?

When I get off of this mountain, you know where I'm gonna go...

Somehow got myself talked into hiking up Lion's Head here in CPT yesterday, hence the lack of posting. The sun was out, I was in a good mood, there was talk of sunsets and wine and it all seemed like it was going to be wonderful.

It was not. No siree.

If you knew me, you would know that the only physical activity I do on a regular basis involves wine glass or cigarette to mouth. I must have entered into a Twilight Zone of insanity for the 30 seconds or so that I pondered the offer and said yes. Seriously, it hurts just moving the laptop around on my lap. Crawled into work today but manage to hobble back home around lunchtime. I have never felt so stiff in my life.

And I live with a bunch of North Face jacket wearing, activity keeners, "No I won't have another one, have my 5am bikram class tomorrow" kind of bunch, so no sympathy chez Murzipan for the GUT-WRENCHING AGONY I am in. Am just going to feebly wriggle around on the couch and moan a little until someone feels sympathetic/irritated enough to bring me a nice cup of raspberry tea.

And shut it, I am not being melodramatic. Not one bit.

Having said all that, it was beautiful to be up there for sunset and see the whole city spread out. I just wish I'd realised we'd be hiking down in the quickly-diminishing light afterwards. See what it was like for yourself in this gorgeous photo my friend Lauren found...I wish I knew who took it, it certainly leaves my photography "skills" (which extend to fuzzy zoom and trying to keep my thumb out of shot) trailing in the dust..

Watching, waiting, commiserating...

I'm sorry for having to do this to you. I really am.

But I cannot suffer through this musical syphilis alone.

They have destroyed my youth. All my ridiculous teenage angsty emo-before-we-knew-what-emo-was crap was played out to this song.

It must be stopped.

YouTube link here. I don't even want to see this thing on my page.