A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket
Haven’t reblogged any Owlett in a while, here’s a nifty new piece for you all.
And then what happened?: A Letter to the Boy in the Cereal Aisle -
As good as this is (and it is a good story!) why for the life of me didn’t you, cereal-girl, be bold and take the same opportunity to say something!? ‘It’s the man’s role’ is a juvenile response.
Because it would be weird to say something if the other person didn’t at least acknowledge your existence first.
Yeah dude. I wasn’t going to go as far as like, jumping in front of him and going “HI HELLO THERE STRANGER ACKNOWLEDGE MY EXISTENCE”. Believe me, I would have started the conversation if there’d been an opportunity.
If only just for a conversation to cheer me up at the end of the day, I wasn’t looking to marry this dude.
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WHEN DID THIS START HAPPENING!?
It’s been going for quite a while, but I think they must have upped the quality of the presentation since the last time I went (some two or three years ago, I guess). I’m so rarely at uni that early on a Wednesday, I just happened to have an appointment, and I picked up a coffee, an orange juice, a copy of the Sydney Morning Herald and a very tasty apple all for free - mainly cos I’d already eaten, but they also had toast and cereal and muesli and yoghurt going on. It was awesome.
Dear Boy in the Cereal Aisle,
It distresses me to have to write this to you. It could have been resolved if only you’d been paying more attention. Then you would have seen me trying to catch your eye, and taken out one earphone to hear me say, “Don’t you hate it when this happens?” and you would have seen it - it was so clear, how could anyone miss it - that we were clearly in a meet-cute.
Honestly, a team of writers couldn’t have crafted a better set-up. Girl spots boy from other end of aisle because she mistakes him for someone else, (but that guy is on the other side of the world, it couldn’t be, and it isn’t), so she hurriedly starts searching for her muesli, only to find (to her horror) that it is out of stock.
But LITTLE DOES SHE KNOW: Boy is also looking for the same muesli! Both parties are distraught by lack of specific muesli, and being searching for alternatives. Girl shyly catches boy’s eye and says, “Oh, the disheartening quest for a substitute muesli,” (or maybe something better, wittier, which could be thought up in a writing room instead of on the spot) and boy laughs and agrees, and together they compare muesli varieties and exchange humorous, endearing small talk.
Only you missed a step, didn’t you, and messed the whole thing up. Instead we stood there, side by side, for a good five minutes, vainly clutching at packet after packet, checking the ingredients only to find - curse the gods! - every one of them contains dried paw paw. Regardless of your age or gender or attractiveness at this point, after two minutes of coincidentally doing the exact same thing as someone while standing right next to them, I would have at least exchanged an amused grin at the situation. At least!
But no, you kept resolutely looking at those muesli packets. I understand, muesli is serious business. That’s why I was taking so long to decide as well, despite the growing frustration at a situation in which you should clearly be participating a little more socially. But you don’t understand. I had melancholy indie-rock gurus The National playing on my iPod for chrissake! I’d spent the day working on my stop motion animation! I was looking vaguely scruffy but still OK, wearing a hoodie for a foreign university! I was pretty much embodying the archetypical quirky artsy girl right then, and we had come together in a fucking cereal aisle in a mutual quest for toasted muesli! IT DOESN’T GET MORE MEET-CUTE THAN THIS, CEREAL-AISLE-BOY.
Then, later, when you went to the self-service register next to mine even though the whole section was empty, I thought you’d finally clicked. I looked up, ready to comment on the muesli situation, ask which one you’d ended up with, but no. Still looking at your groceries. You paused in the shopping centre to rearrange your bags, and picked them up as I passed, keeping pace. Ah, I thought. He’s got it. But no, still no, forever no, what is wrong with you, Boy in the Cereal Aisle? By the time I left the carpark I’d composed half of this letter in my head and mentally thrown numerous varieties of disappointingly substandard muesli at you. You failed me here, Cereal Aisle Boy. You failed all of us. I hope you’re happy.
Still reeling, days later. Florence somehow managed to be transcendentally powerful and kind of meekly humble and adorable all at once - such a perfect combination. This is the only shot I could pull myself together for long enough to take, since the rest of the time I was either staring, transfixed and near catatonic with the sheer emotional impact of it all, or clapping wildly. (Taken with Instagram at Sydney Opera House)
More Wednesday Breakfast (Taken with Instagram at UTS Building 1)
Wednesday mornings ‘round the Breakfast Tree at UTS. Those little pouches hanging off its branches hold fruit for hungry passers by to pick. (Taken with Instagram at UTS Building 1)
Projections on the Sydney Opera House for the Vivid Festival (Taken with instagram)
Deks and I went to see Dr. Karl give a lecture at Sydney Uni on Wednesday. I’d like to tell you what it was about but the best I can manage is “science”. The topics were as varied as that one time he and Fred Hollows had to escape from the cops (“always leave your escape vehicle parked with the nose *away* from the curb”), how much it costs to buy an Australian Governmental Advisor these days (“less than the cost of an iPad!”) and exactly how fast Death walks (“Five kilometres an hour when dealing with men over seventy”).
Yeah, on reflection there’s not a whole lot of science in that lot. But he did talk about science. One of the science things he talked about was the Large Hadron Collider, and he used this image to do so, and I enjoy it a lot.
The End.
(Source: College Humor)
“Drunk frogs are notoriously lacking in foresight.” — Ancient Proverb (via fallows)
Stammtisch Night at the Loft (Taken with Instagram at UTS Loft)
Mosman at Sunset (Taken with instagram)
“I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.” — Maurice Sendak (via sirmitchell)
So this is my Creative Information Design project - a “print-based product” on the theme of “Support Your Local Library”. The text isn’t mine really, we were given a few pages of raw material and I just played around with bits of that, trying to cater to the audience of “Parents”, presumably of school-aged children. What do you guys think? Any suggestions? It’s due on Monday so I have a bit of time. It’ll be a double-sided flyer/handout type deal when it’s printed, so these will be back to back.
(Header Image Source: Clermont Library)
EDIT: Goddamn, this text is terrible. I’m giving it a thorough proofread before I hand this thing in.
These bottles have to be the coolest I’ve seen in a while. The beer isn’t half bad either, surprisingly (Taken with instagram)