Packing is fun! I am overwhelmed by the vast amount of useless crap I own, and by my deep and illogical attachment to every last piece of it. Things which I don't need but really want to take include, but are not limited to:
- ornamental dagger
- whiskey decanter
- fox fur, complete with head, feet, and 2 (!) tails
- small tiara
Hands up who isn't speaking to me any more because of that last sentence.
Speaking of music, sorry, 'music,' I would like to take this opportunity to express my displeasure** that Mumford & Sons is even a band. Be quiet, Mumford & Sons. Applying a banjo and a pair of suspenders to bad introspective poetry does not make you pioneers of indie. Oh look! Here's a music video where you're all riding on little scooters! How supremely, fascinatingly alternative! FUCK OFF.
And take that banjo with you. I don't have room in my suitcase for a banjo.
*Except for over on the other blog, where I make suggestions to improve airline booking systems & bitch about fellow travellers & generally shout "I like planes but I'd like them more if I could pick whether or not I sat next to someone who was going to blather on about their life story when I am totally trying to make an origami pig out of the in-flight magazine."
**While I am expressing my displeasure, why is Christchurch magazine Avenues photoshopping the fuck out of images of quake-related people and places? It's not even 'artistic effect' photoshopping, just 'hey you guys! look at this saturation filter thing!' Tacky and unnecessary.