Welcome to my blog!
I am a lefty. I write vertically, cannot use can-openers and was recently foiled by a right handed ladle (I will have my vengeance...) but more than this, I generally seem to approach life from a different angle. I appreciate that this may have nothing to do with being a lefty and may just be my own dysfunctionallity, but after earning the nickname 'Lefty-Flip' after a frustrating game of Guitar Hero, it seemed an appropriate title for this blog.
Monday, 31 December 2012
1) There is no such thing as too many pairs of shoes
2) There is such thing as too many dogs...
3) Missing a vital letter from the word 'count' is not the worst typo you can make...
4) ...neither is accidentally putting three 'x's at the end of a message to your boss.
5) Offence is taken, not given.
6) Not all lost cats find there way home.
7) Your best friends are not necessarily the ones you have known the longest.
8) Honey makes an excellent burn remedy.
9) It's all well and good having people support your every move, but sometimes you need someone to remind you of the things you can't (and shouldn't do)
10) Smoked haddock is the devils food.
11) Blood is thicker than water - but so is yogurt
12) If you're too drunk to log onto twitter... you probably shouldn't be on there...
Happy New Year everyone! Here's to 2013!!!
Friday, 30 November 2012
That being said, if I'd done this a year ago I might not have had quite so much to share...
Neil Gaiman - Sandman
So what's with the numbers? Ah well, four of these tats are not from contariwise, but are my very own skin and ink!
Prizes to those who guess which four are mine*!
*Prizes may be virtual
Friday, 23 November 2012
Friday, 16 November 2012
Yep. I am Jen...
The rest of you know who you are!!!!!
Sunday, 11 November 2012
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Saturday, 10 November 2012
The inspiration behind the Hogwarts Library - Trinity College Library in Dublin
Library in a phone booth...
Which makes me wonder what kind of library you could fit in here...
Which reminds me of this one -
And from the biggest library to the smallest - The Little Library under the Oak
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Here's some good ones...
If you are squeemish then look away now!
It's not big, it's not clever, but this is still the funniest pumpkin carving I have ever seen!!!!
Happy Halloween everyone!
Monday, 29 October 2012
One of the best ways to train your eye to recognize this is to read good books and copy the first couple paragraphs in your writer's journal. The act of actually writing the words you're reading helps you see them. It trains your eye and ear for cadence and balance. And if you read 100 books, you can start synthesizing some of the tricks that all authors use to get you into the story
(Ok you’re what, surprised? That I’m starting with Harry Potter? Do you know me at all? )
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much (Edit: slightly embarrassed to say I typed that not from my notebook but entirely from memory – yeah the less said there the better) they were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.
I love it! You just know something weird and mysterious is coming their way…
Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spend so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called
Dudleyand in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursley’s had everything the wanted, but they also had a secret, and it was there greatest fear that somebody would discover it. They didn’t think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening Hall…
One of the books that came to mind when I thought of this task was Shade’s Children by Garth Nix. I think I’ve only read it the once, and several years ago now, but it’s one that stuck in my mind.
How’s that for an opening! I mean aside from the morbid curiosity as to what she did with the razor blade, we’re also slapped in the face with the fact that a nineteen year old is the oldest living human?!?!?! More, more, must read more…
There was a hand in the darkness and it held a knife. The knife had a handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, not immediately.The knife had done almost everything it was brought to that house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet.
When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim’s warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course she didThis is the day of the reaping.
Friday, 19 October 2012
From the desk of Lefty Flip is a collection of all the resources I have found useful over the years. Go have a look around (and if you can tell me why the draft layout bears NO RESEMBLANCE WHATSOEVER to the published version, then you win a bag of cookies.)
Have a good weekend!
Monday, 15 October 2012
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
Pay, you must pay
You must pay for your crimes against the earth...*
Making up for all this mess...