Kerinthian's

Because everybody loves kittens, here's some more of my recent cuddly additions to my household...

This week I get to enjoy the disagreeable experience of blogging on the iPad... They're great toys and everything, but trying to type a lengthy blog on one makes you want to chop vegetables on it. So please bear with me... Or is it bare? I can never figure that one out... You might notice, if you've been following this series, that it is in fact 1 a.m. Thursday morning here in Hobbit Land (New Zealand is abuzz with Hobbit madness at present, it doesn't help that I work in the cinema industry either!) Which is unusual, for up to this stage I've been super consistent with spewing these updates out on Monday like clockwork vomit... But alas this week I rather dropped the proverbial ball, which then proceeded to deflate rapidly on the end of a sharp spike. In many ways real life caught up with me, as things at work got busy, family life tumbled along and my sleep betrayed me. Today I developed a croaky throat that would make even Vin Diesal jealous due to a synthesi...

UPDATE:  I'm not writing this blog anymore, but please visit my YouTube channel  The Vocabuverse   and subscribe for more great things to come! Have you ever felt like there is a concrete brick in your cerebral cortex, prohibiting your synapses from synapsing, thus preventing your thoughts from reaching their final destination because of the heavy traffic now blocking every ally way of your brain? It’s called writer’s block. I’m experiencing it now. My subconscious has become the proverbial prisoner behind bullet proof glass while my conscious mind tries to communicate with it via a broken telephone, and he’s just shaking his head and mouthing the words, “What? I can’t hear you?” It’s most likely because nothing very climactic has engaged me this week, and so I am robbed of any momentous lead in to how the renovations on my hundred dollars are going. On the other hand I have been sitting at this computer for the past hour wrestling with a sumo-quandary; not be...

At the age of about eleven I had a peculiar dream in which a maniacal man of magnificent delusions found himself in possession of a bulging ring binder full of notes and papers. His eyes widened in crazed ecstasy as he declared, “At last, I have everything that Kerin has ever written!” As if he had just found the Holy Grail of English literature. Well, I don’t know about that, but it must have had some influence on me, as from then on I became determined to become the writer of my dreams. For the next ten to fifteen years I tortured innocent notebooks and unsuspecting scraps of paper with invisible brilliance, meaning the “brilliant” part of my writing was cloaked in nonsense; the true value of my poetry and prose extended no further than the cost of the ink I had wasted… But I suppose not all is wasted, after all perfection can only come through perseverance, and my blindness to how completely rubbish I was certainly enabled me to persevere! Just to be clear, I’m not claiming...

As forewarned here is another Kitten Video... If you are allergic to cute, do not watch this video!

In this series I am purportedly demonstrating how I, a self described monetarily challenged moron, am going about turning $100 into $500. Let me begin this week’s episode about “How I make money” with the true account of how I lost money. A lot of money… I believe it was last Thursday and my brother was on his way to my house to pick up $180 in cash for a job he had recently done for me. I popped down to the local ATM to withdraw the money, popped in the old eftpos card, selected my account, entered the amount, declined further options, took my card and went to the supermarket… Sounds pretty basic, except while standing in the queue at the grocery store, with my cocktail sausages, garlic bread and bottle of milk, I opened my wallet to discover that the money I had just withdrawn had gone to wherever it is that odd socks go when they mysteriously disappear! But I knew that that could not be it, because such a place does not exist according to Richard Dawkins and all the other ...

When it comes to movies there is nothing I can’t stand more than a sequel, that is, unless it fulfills two specific requirements. 1. The story arc encompasses all subsequent movies. In other words the story might need three movies to tell the whole story as in Lord of the Rings, the Star Wars Trilogy or even Star Treks II, III and IV. 2. A good length of time has passed between those movies for a decent script to be written and to ensure the right director is given the job of directing it, as in the Back to the Future Trilogy or the Toy Story movies… When it came to Men in Black I wasn’t sure what to expect. The first movie was legendary, the second movie was clearly riding the cash splashing success of the first one and then… there was nothing… For almost ten years. When I first heard that Part Three was “coming soon” I had a nostalgic sneeze, blew my nose and forgot about it. But then I heard that the movie was going to be about one of my all time favourite movie...

My older brother is a Geography teacher and has been gracing the Youtuberverse with some great educational videos for the geographically challenged among us... Here's my favourite...

My apologies to the   ailurophobes among my readers but my home world has been taken over by kittens.  For the next ten weeks you have the misfortune of enduring an abundance of kitten related posts... at least until they're old enough to be "relocated"... I decided to take short videos of them every day so as to track their growth and development... Here's day one...

This week I witnessed four miracles. Miracle Number One: I got out of bed this morning. This “business” of trying to turn $100 into $500 has become like a second job, and while I’m not complaining, it is exhausting juggling family life, career life and the dream of rolling around in 500 $1 notes all at the same time, not to mention littering the blogosphere with every little detail along the way. Last night I actually dreamed that I was at work. It was that reoccurring dream again, the one where something goes wrong and for some reason I have to stay the night at work! I’ve caught myself saying more than a few times recently that my whole life feels like work lately! (in a good way of course, if I didn’t love it, I wouldn’t sacrifice sleep for it!) On top of it all my sleep over the past two nights has been punctured here and there by the razor-sharp meows of new born kittens… It has been a miracle that I have been able to walk away from my bed at all… Miracle Number Two: I w...

My cat Fernando had her first (and last) litter the other night... I missed a friend's birthday BBQ to "assist"... This is the result...

In my continuing efforts to expand my “vocabuverse” below is my recent attempt to poeticize the meanings of various prefixes and eventually suffixes. You know, the little words that make bigger words mean something more than what they originally did? I guess you could call this my own special form of “paratuition” or “dyseducation”. This is a work in progress (in the same way that my Cleverly Devised Poetical Dictionary of Difficult Words is a “work in progress”) so you’ll have to come back in a few months to see if I’ve “progressed” any further! Here goes… PREFIXES & SUFFIXES A PREFIX is a little word or “AFFIX” it is said added to a bigger word to make another word instead But if you like you can AFFIX a small word at the end this is called a SUFFIX which can change the meaning once again… ABNORMAL If you want a clever way to say something’s abnormal then insert PARA- at the start as in paranormal Otherwise you could indeed put DYS- in PARA’S pl...

I'm not a huge fan of modern church music. I miss the meat that you got to chew on while singing the old hymns... Here's one I wrote based on Psalm 139. There is music but I'll have to post that at a later date.. God bless! Fearfully and Wonderfully Made Lord you have searched me and you know all of me you know when I sit and when I rise before a word is on my tongue you know exatly what I'll say I'm always found inside your loving eyes You discern my going out and even when I'm lying down you are familiar with all of my ways your magnificent omniscience scares ignorance away before a word is on my tongue you know exactly what I'll say! Oh my Father I thank you because I'm fearfully and wonderfully made You knit me together to praise you forever in the light of your glory and grace! How precious to me are your thoughts Oh God how vast is the sum of them were I to count them they would all outnumber every single grain of sand! Yo...