nice girls don't wear cha cha heels.

i've been in a bit of a strange mood since the party (it was nice, more later) and carl thinks it's cos i'm upset about doctor who.

ha.

thank you for lovely birthday wishes.

i've always been rubbish at saying thank you. as in i think "thank you" and i think i've actually said it, but i don't. wtf.

hello_amber randomly (she didn't know it was my birthday) sent me a lovely letter and polaroid film and they arrived conveniently yesterday while i was at work! my polaroid camera has gone awol (but that's ok because it probably doesn't work and doesn't _really_ take 600 film anyway..) but carl has one! and we have taken one picture. of the cake. as seen above.

anyway, i must run. carl's waiting for me outside.

i got birthday flowers! i've never got flowers before. except roses when i graduated, not from college but school.

i don't have a vase though. so now i have to go and buy a vase, and a big bowl (for all the baking. cos one is not enough.)

in other news: i'm so going to make me a cape sometime...

god, seriously. it happens every year, like clockwork. the birthday angst. not the "oh noes i'm ancient" kind, but the "oh woes no one gives a damn" kind. & it doesn't help that there is no birthday collection bag in the tearoom with my name on it & i'm too _something_ to ask about it. i've mentioned the fact it's my birthday tomorrow several times in the past week, it's not like they don't know. gah. i mentioned my birthday to so some of the ladies downstairs yesterday on my shopping trip and they were shocked and said they'd ask about it but yeah..

not that it's important or anything. i'm not obsessed with presents. just the thought. you know, "the thought that counts."

oh and in other news #1: i'm having a birthday / housewarming party on Saturday:

"I'm turning 26 on thursday and carl just officially moved in so we're having a little party on saturday to celebrate both. presents optional but appreciated. bring your own bottle.

technically starting at 8, but you can come earlier but you'll have to watch doctor who with me and let me concentrate. timelording is srs bsns.

anyway. RSVP please so i know how much cake to make! i make quite good cake now."

in other news #2: i made excellent banana & blackberry muffins last night. i rule the muffin tray. and we have a real bed, and carl officially lives in 67 eldon street now. though we still need to take the paper work to the council for housing benefits. but you need bank statements etc for that.

i've just been too busy with everything else. and having nothing to say.

i was speaking to my brother on google chat, like you do.
he works at the finnish version of 118 ask us anything yellow pages type place where people ring and ask for phone numbers. or just general stupid questions.
and today is juhannusaatto, midsummers eve, a day when shops close early and everyone gets pished and most finnish people are conceived (i personally was born on midsummer's day, the national hangover day. not this year though, cos its a bit like easter, as in it moves around every year)
and apparently a lot of people have been asking for the number of Eino Grön, the grand old man of finnish tango. "his number is unlisted, can you connect me?"

i obviously say OMG LOL at this.



i might have a cider later, that's the extent of my boozing. but tomorrow we're going to swedish sara's to do midsummer in a swedish way, and toast her late birthday (it was yesterday really)

Poll #1207899 knifecrime vs. tukrulovesyou
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

should i keep knifecrime.org as it is, or change it to tukrulovesyou.com?

ps. obviously if i change over to tukrulovesyou.com, i will have knifecrime.org to forward there so people don't get lost.

i don't know, i've been semi toying with the idea for a while, and my current contract is running out on july 6th.. i do love knifecrime, but there's all that negative stuff associated with them two words, and tukrulovesyou.com would be obvious what and who it's all about & would be more artist type name, with my name in it and stuff..... i do sort of feel like a change.

BUT WHAT DO YOU THINK, MY DEAR FRIENDS?

(i am officially incapable of making a decision myself)

in other news, i've been busy moving carl in. or something. & we're going to ikea on sunday to buy a real bed. kinda scary.

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oh dear, i've just promised to move everything from theliving room wall into the bedroom for tomorrows big moving extravaganza. and we're going to ikea next weekend to buy a bed cos he got paid by the beeb. & they've got a sale starting wednesday. this worries my purse strings. then carl told me there is a real unicorn and dissappeared from the internet. that's just MEAN. unicorns, man.

god, the flats going to look like a big fat mess / a real home! pictures will be provided when its all presentable.

obviously i ended up not getting the bus up to carls. because i'm lame. instead i baked some korvapuusti (finnish cinnamon roll types, a bit like the ones you get ikea) but it was my second time doing it without mum or my nan (first time was horrid, i burned them and learned that brown sugar is really no good for this) and i didnt put 'enough' sugar in the filling. they're good, but finnish standards. but i just know carl won't be impressed / like them because he has an english palate. they like sugary things in this country. (you know the 'myth' about their teeth) i might make some custard ones later, he'll appreciate those.

my mum told me to look into flight from ryan air for home in the autumn, and typically they have a sale. but i don't have the money to buy the tickets right now. even with no fare, just taxes its still £100 for two people, and i have less than £80 in the bank. so yeah.

anyway i think i'm off. i've been at the library far too long. & i've got staples to go to. only a couple more pages of your pretty face issue four to go. it's a fucking epic (54 pages at the moment..)

ps. the real unicorn. i say awww.

i was thinking about getting the cheap bus up to randomly see carl tonight as he's not coming down until sunday (with shelves & shit) i've sort of always wanted to just turn up on a special person's doorstep as a surprise, and i think this might be my last chance since you know, he's moving in for reals. and i like the idea, but then all the practical stuff kicks in, like, there's nothing to do there (the dvd player and stereo are down at the flat already, oh mixtape joy! i've already almost finished one, but sadly there's a song (or two) that i want that i don't have but carl does...) and there's probably a big mess of packing and moving in carls room that makes him super anxious and me being there makes it a bit worse and its not like there can be a sexy surprise (if you know what i mean) because the bed is squeaky and the floor boards are squeaky and we're self conscious and the house is full of people and meh. so it's probably better if i just get the flat ready for him.

what do you think? i've ruined a lovely idea by thinking about it, but it all makes sense and is probably true. fuckwit.

in other news, i got recycling bags yesterday as i got a note the other day from the council telling me when and where and how to recycle. i've lived there for almost a year, and thats first i've heard of recycling in my hood. its supposed to be at my houses corner every other wednesday morning, but i've never ever seen any when i go to work. but then again, maybe they pick it up before ten to nine.. or maybe my neighbours don't recycle. well, i will! i think i'll actually take some empty bottles to recycling, the underneath of the little corner 'worktop' in the kitchen is littered with empty wine and cider bottles. i haven't done it for a couple of months..

and, i need to buy new shoes. i'm going right now. primark here i cometh.

i hate money & banks. FACT. i also hate asking people for money. or owing people money.

but i <3 carl. and lee free days. and puff pastry tarts. nomnomnom. and parcels from mama full of dresses and cardigans and cider and rye bread. i luv mama post!

ps. i want to do a split zine with someone.

(c) nicole j. georges

<3

i was going to write about something but it's not coming out. i should make more art, you know 'real art', not just zines. but everything is too messy for photographs. (no one said i'd make sense) speaking of zines, i've been trying to make mine shorter, not 40+ pages, but somehow issue four that is stupidly near finished is going to be not only 40+, but by the looks of it, over fifty pages. fucking oops.

carl's having a wee spaff because he's got SO MUCH STUFF. today, i think we are taking the dvd player, stereo and all the dvds. i say hurray to that. he's going to go back home wednesday and sort his things outand i can make mixtapes while he's gone. you have no idea how happy this thought makes me. mixtapes.

i've been sitting in front of this computer for far too long today. it is not right. fact. i still need to have a shower and carl needs to dye his hair..

flipping through cooking blogs.
(work in process)

RIGATONI WITH AUBERGINE PUREE

TEQUILA LIME CHICKEN

RATATOUILLE TART

CURRIED LENTILS & SWEET POTATOES

ARROZ CON POLLO

RED BEAN CHILLI

RATATOUILLE'S RATATOUILLE

PICKLED GARLICKY RED PEPPERS

LEMON BARS

CHICKEN EMPANADA WITH CHORIZO AND OLIVES

ARUGULA RAVIOLI

BULGUR SALAR WITH CHICKPEAS & RED PEPPERS

MEDITERRANEAN EGGPLANT & BARLEY SALAD

BAKED TOMATO SAUCE

THREE BEAN CHILLI, CORNBREAD, PASTA WITH SAUSAGE, TOMATOES & MUSHROOMS

HOMEMADE PASTA, BASIC TOMATO SAUCE

ARTICHOKE RAVIOLI WITH TOMATOES

TOMATO & SAUSAGE RISOTTO

SWEET CHILI LIME TOFU WITH WOK STEAMED COLLARDS & QUINOA

FLAKY PIZZA PURSES & SHEESE

EASY CHICKPEA & POTATO CURRY

SOUTHWEST VEGGIE BURGER

BLACK BEANS WITH MEXICAN BEER

SPAGHETTI & MARINARA WITH SOY MEATBALLS

JAMAICAN JERK BURGERS

MANGO CHICKEN CURRY

MOM'S CHILI BEANS

TURKISH PILAF WITH PISTACHIOS AND CHICKPEAS

RIDICULOUSLY EASY LUNCHBOX ENCHILADA CASSEROLE

EASY SPINACH & MUSHROOM LASAGNA

QUINOA VEGETABLE PAELLA

SMOKY REFRIED BEAN SOUP

CARIBBEAN BEANS & QUINOA

QUINOA BALLS WITH PUTTANESCA SAUCE

QUICK PEANUT NOODLES

FALAFEL WITH TZATZIKI SAUCE

LIZ'S FAVOURITE PASTA IWTH EGGPLANT & PINENUTS

QUINOA & LENTILS

QUINOA WITH SESAME VEGGIES

VEGANOMICON'S CHICKPEA CUTLETS

& baking etc:

LEMON YOGHURT ANYTHING CAKE

PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES

BLACK BOTTOM CUPCAKES

MANGO MARGARITAS AND BLOOD ORANGE MARTINIS

CREAM CHEESE MARBLED BROWNIES

RED VELVET WHOPPER CUPCAKES

ROASTED BANANA ICECREAM

BUTTERMILK HONEY PANNA COTTA WITH DREID CHERRIES

KNITTING WITH MARZIPAN

KNITTING WITH MARZIPAN PHOTO TUTORIALS

VEGAN VERY LEMON POPPY SEED MUFFINS

ICE CREAM CUPCAKES (if only i had a proper freezer!)

CUPCAKES VS MUFFINS - THE EPIC BATTLE

CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE PIE

CUPCAKE POPS AND CUPCAKE BITES

VEGAN CHEESY CREAM BLUEBERRY MUFFINS

speaking of my kitchen, i kind of want THIS for my birthday quite a lot (especially since my old one collapsed. though a digital one would be better, but hey. pretty!) or this

they finally fixed my shed on friday. and we went to abbey & alex's for dinner. and we went up to carl's for the weekend to start packing his things. we bought lots of leafy things at asda. we watched bowling for columbine last night and it made me angry and sad.

carl's taunting me with cheese on toast in my face. he's well mean.

i dont livejournal very well anymore.

i made Super Mushroom / PowerUp muffins last night!
(the milky bar buttons got a bit skanky by the food colouring while in a wee food bag in my bag. poop. i figured it was easier to bring the cakes to work rather than take a picture at home and bring the camera. the laptop's still fucked and the desktop is at carl's house supposedly being pimped..)

carl said that was probably the most emo / nerdiest thing we've ever baked.

in other news, i think i've almost finished your pretty face issue four by accident. i've already got 33 pages and that's without intro or recipies or any of my silly frills that are usually almost 10 pages. oops. how the fuck did me being prolific happen? (oh yeah, cos i had all that semi written down in a computer already.....)

that reminds me, i need to go to staples and make more flyers to shove in orders.

"Pearls!" burst out the Snork maiden excitedly. "Could ankle-rings be made out of pearls?"
"I should think they could," said Moomintroll. "Ankle-rings and nose-rings and ear-rings and engagement rings...."
"That's a question for later," the Snork cut in, thumping furiously with his pencil. **
"not if they are made of pearls," said the Snork maiden. "Now you've broken the point of your pencil again. Doesn't anybody want to eat this evening?"

from "Comet in Moominland" by Tove Jansson


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<3 <33 <3 i love my moomin books from the library that hadn't been touched by civillians / borrowed in ten plus years until me. i think i might start collecting vintage moomin books.. they so pretty.

i don't have much to say. this midmorning after spending all of last night (and this morning, i woke up at 9am. WTF) flicking through channels and moaning at my own incapapilities (all in my head) i started writing again (26 pages so far... and i haven't even proof written one of the 'stories' i had..) i should propably work on the cooking one too.. it's just writing the recipies down..

oven baking falafel didn't really work out. it all just fell to bits. i guess deep frying is the only way. and there were no value big packets of flour at tescos so i didn't bake my precious muffins. actually there's still one left from last week's patch. mmmh. muffins. actually, i might just make them tomorrow when carl comes back. and make some 1Up cakes. or power up cakes (red) because we're super awesome. but nowhere near as awesome as this.

i managed to scavenge a roll up worth tobacco from bag carl had abandoned in the smoking box. yaye.

oh poo. typical, yes. i brought the laptop to the library to use it on the internets and after being fine and dandy for a week, it decides to go bonkers again. fuck you man, fuck you. i'd ok with that but last night when i was at carl's i burned 'the deathly hallows' audio book with monsieur fry on a dvd avec series two of QI to keep me company while carl's at home and now i have NOTHING to work it on cos obvs the laptop is f-ed up and well, we took the proper but old computer up to carl's house to be pimped by craig. wah. oh. fucking. well.

tonight i'm going to do at least one of the following cooking related things;

a) make awesome ovenbaked falafel.(and see if that'll work better than shallowfrying. it should!)
b) make awesome muffins. (normal & white chocolate chip. and white chocolate & blueberry! <3)

my scales broke the other day while making awesome muffins. it just collapsed when i got it out for measuring the sugar.

and things to do on the non-kitchen based front:
* zines, zines, zines
* see if i can get the damn laptop to co-operate.
* umm.. that's all. i've got a mixed berry swedish cider in my fridge! that brings me joy. i contemplating buying a bag of baccy to have a nice wee ciggie on the balcony with cider in my hand...... temptation.

today's been not great. i'm so annoyed with things that are not in my power because most of them have just completely gone wrong wrong wrong. first i got a phone call from work just as i was putting on my uniform in the morning not to come in yet, because the internets was broken, and i'm no use without it. it was going to get sorted though and they'd ring me when it would. it wasn't fixed until quarter past twelve. (because talktalk the internet provider had decided to randomly cancel the direct debit and thus the internets even though no one had told them to. fuckwits) which would have been fine EXCEPT it's the first day after a looong bank holiday weekend which means billions of orders to be shipped out and the courier comes to pick them around two. yaye. AND i had the builders coming in around two also to fix my shed, finally. i did all the things i had to (sort out orders, make labels, answer stupid questions) and ran home to let the builders in.. except as i was walking home, i noticed i had a missed call and voicemail. from mhs (my landlords) saying sorry but there's been emergencies during the weekend and the builder is stuck fixing someone's roof so shed fixing = cancelled. ANNOYING MUCH? i'd appreciate the early escape from work but that means i have to do longer days the rest of the week to catch up with my hours. fuck the fuck off.

so after the library i need to go to mhs express and sort out a new day to fix shed, and cancel the door painting tomorrow (because i'm not going to be in) and check that the council has paid all of my housing benefit which is due to be paid today, because i got an arrears letter on saturday. (though i'm 99% sure the housing officer's just got a bit letter happy again. i've been paying my bit and there's been no letter's stating change from the council.)

i. carl's uncle's having a barbecue tonight. yaye. I LOVE BARBEQUES.

ii. i love the library on saturday afternoons because you can hear the music from the command house next door clearly in the computer room. it sort of sounds like someone is soundchecking but i don't think they've got iggy pop or the ramones playing there later tonight.. cos that's what i heard earlier. but this one sounds like a scene boy singing and being sick at the same time..

iii. i've been working on more zines again. i've got at least sixteen pages of your pretty face #4 done already, and then there's the cooking zine too. i just can't think of a name. (any ideas?)

iv. i love dave gorman. i watched half of the dave gorman collection last night while assembling copies of your pretty face #3. the files are incredibly shit quality, the audio is about 20 seconds ahead of the pictures but that's alright when you're mainly looking at pieces of paper in your lap and it's verbal funny. we watched the googlewhack adventure a while ago and hell yeah. it was probably the funniest thing i've ever seen. see it.

v. i've just exceeded the half an hour on the internets that i gave myself by half an hour. oops! i've still got stuff to do in town and i'm supposed to go to the barbecue in half an hour. oops.

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when i finished issue 2, i thought i was going to start writing issue 3 right away with all my free time and freedom, but somehow that didn't happen. apart from a few pages, most of this issue was written five or six months (and more) later.

this issue is about being a proper grown up. or something. there are bits about moving in to my little flat, work (& being very frustrated by it), worrying about pennies and bills, the exhibition i had in london with some of my old college friends in november '07, feeling like a failure in 'artist' sense, wanting to escape medway, being crap at being social, plans of carl moving in, going to ikea and other things. obviously there's some recipies too.

1/4 size, 46 pages.

available at my etsy shop: KNIFECRIME.ETSY.COM

sadly, i'm not really doing trades right now, too skint. unless maybe if i've traded with you before and stuffff...

(i've only got a couple of copies listed on etsy, but i've got more. if the listing sells out just let me know, i'll get some more up and stuff.. i'm just on my way to go make a big pile of copies.. i've also added some more of the older zines on there!)