What makes a good day?

If you walked into work and were told that you have 2 hours to get to a bookshop and spend a grand - would it be a miserable day at work?
I know this is gonna sound stupid - but this week I've been going nuts trying to spend thousands of dollars before the end of financial year - and I hate it.
I'm not a shopper by nature - and when I have to do it for work (even if I do love books) it still feels like work. Bloody shop assistant was happy though. Damn thing got all giggly on me.

Then the area where my collections are housed - which is a BRAND NEW floor of the building - sprung a leak. Gah!

Okay - am sounding like a whinger. So, some good things:
* Bookshop gave me a freebie for spending so much money there. So I got the latest of Alison Bechels' 'Dykes to watch out for'. Have spent the evening sitting on the couch snickering with laughter.
* I bought vegies and made a stir-fry, comfort food style. Yum.
* And, in the words of the wonderful Mr M; "Dunno whatcha got to worry about babe - you've still got all your teeth!"

In other news; Yesterday was weird. Huge day at work. Did a bit of piercing and cutting on a friend and then went to meet my man at the Sly. Sound system was stuffed and Sveta had a princess hissy because the babies were having a go thinking it was her fault.
Was exhausted by the time I jumped into my warm bed with Mr M at the end of the day.

nothing that interesting

Today I talked to my sister who's living on a M.O. with other artists in Goonengerry (near Mullum, folks). It's rained solid up there for 3 days - the second highest rainfall in the state yesterday - 1st highest was my old hometown.
And she was telling me about the flooding creek and the wet chooks *phew* and sitting in front of her fireplace.
Was great to hear.
Made me homesick too.

I flipped on the teev tonight and saw Grumpy Old Women - stayed watching and laughed so hard I cried. Am now worried because I could relate to a lot of it - AND I'M NOT EVEN 30!
God knows what my memory will be like when I grow older. And yes, I am already starting to look like my mother. At my mothers' wedding earlier this year, Mr M told her she looked foxy. Odd. But I love him. And I think that I shall continue to love him. Especially if he'll still fancy me at 50.

Today-things...

Things that have been/will be/may be done today:

Wake curled bext to my man and write a love poem.
Wear a green flower in my hair.
Visit my Ma and serve drinks and nibblies to her old highschool friends.
Go talk to other partners of trannyboys.
Go to a friends party where he's cooking a baby goat in the ground *shudder*

From last night:
(I can't believe I've not heard this line before)
"So, how do I borrow my favourite Librarian?"
*giggles* I told them I'd place a hold and let them know when the item is available!

Tomorrow:
We'll find out if BiFusion wins a Pride Award for Most Innovative Community Event *fingers crossed*
I heard there'll be a kissing booth at the Sly. I love kissing booths!

Further to my last post:

I hope that the parties involved do not mind me mentioning the following incident:

I would like to note here, that both myself and Mr M have bruised hands from a delicious tandem spanking of Miss L's magnificent bottom at Hellfire.
It was good to see Mr Z doing an excellent job of defending his girl from sleazy stranger's hands, and holding her down so she couldn't squirm away from ours.
Thankyou all for a lovely highlight to the evening.

Morning-after coversation:
"You! You broke my hands!"
"What? *innocent surprised look* who?"
"See. Bruises."
"Oh no *kisses them better* Oh, I think I'm in trouble"
"Yes....when these heal..."

Broken

Made it through Mardi Gras Parade hell, moving house, work stress - but it was the Hellifre show that gave me the cold sore. Ugh.
Kisses anyone?

Not sure how the show was received by the average punter at Hellfire - but Miss J and Mr C were happy with it, friends were complimentary. And the rest of the people there, well, I actually don't care too much what they think.
It didn't run to our rehearsed plans (well - the stage was surprisingly so bloody tiny!). But it was messy and ugly and for that I loved it. None of that fancy prancing taking everything so seriously showing off.
And I loved going from fugly fisherman to femme in pearls after.

Huge thanks to Miss Z for the opportunity, to Little Miss R for being a great cabin boi, to Mr M for clean-up and other help, and Butch N for prep and transport and other help.

More later.

quote changeover again

"Locking up, uniforming, book burning, blood letting ..." - REM - ..("It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)") ***Sings* 'One of these things is not like the others...'

Geez - here I am faffing about on the 'puter when I should be out there doing a hundred things instead. Must clean house, go to the shops, buy/cook food for playparty guests, organise costume *akk!* need 2 outfits for tonight. crap.
Hey, now I'm fretting.
Must go do stuff :-)

fashion bitching and domestic bliss

A long weekend which should've been longer. I did have tomorrow off as well - but have to go in and open up the Library instead, because we're too short staffed.
Still - that hopefully gives me Friday off to get organised for a big night that night.

Saturday saw me hanging out with Miss Z, trying to sort our performance out. I'm not sure if I'm more freaked, or excited, about it? We'll see how it goes.
I've bought a woollen beanie to wear. That means it should be a kinky show eh. *grins* Are you excited, folks?
Despite an sms from Miss R on Saturday night, I didn't hit the town, but instead stayed home with a sore head thinking about the show.

Sunday, I felt the need to dress up - stockings, heels and gloves - so met my sister in town for some window shopping that turned into real shopping.

Sunday evening saw me running late to join Mr L for his opening performance at a 'party that shall remain nameless'. Oh boy, the costumes where amazing - in the most terrible way.
Sadly, for all my fashion bitching on the night, I am dreadfully afraid that karma will bite my bum come Friday night *quivers*.
Still, I had a great dance. The music was excellent - Feisty, Mandy Rollins and Kelly Lynch (who was the only person in the entire place in a decent uniform *swoons*). I haven't danced that much for a while!

Today Mr M and I toottled around a bit - gardening, shopping, and then fixing up a small cupboard we bought at a second hand place for $10. It's gonna look gorgeous. Hung out the front of the house with Butch N and Mr Z and the house doggos; drinking coffee and eating Tim Tams, sanding back the cupboard, and chatting.

On another note, received an 'urgent' sms from someone looking for Mr M.
Mr M finds out that it's not a life-threatening issue, but just folks trying to track down a particular book.
I find out which Libraries are holding it and suggest they go into their local library and request and inter-library loan.
The thing that bugs me is apparently they've been 'looking everywhere' for 'ages' for this book - so why didn't they strike a Librarian earlier that could suggest they get an ILL?
Could've saved them a bit of heartache.
I wonder if an ILL wasn't suggested by the Library staff they did ask.
Or if they have only been using online catalogues and not speaking to a real live Librarian at all?
Troublesome.

and because I'm in a mood...

To celebrate having my computer back - here's a few links to keep you amused (or not).

A surrealist compliment generator:
http://www.madsci.org/cgi-bin/cgiwrap/~lynn/jardin/SCG

For those interested in such folly:
http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/
and:
http://www.facade.com/runes/

and of course - one for the Librarians (though you've probably seen this already)
The Librarian Job title generator:
http://lamar.colostate.edu/~mach/jobtitles/index.html
From now on I think I shall be an "Educational Technology Facilitator"

balance gone.

I seem to be going through the mental equivalent of walking along whistling and marvelling at how beautiful the clouds look, and then suddenly tripping over and doing a face plant on the footpath.

Bugger.
Must sort this out.

On a better note - speaking of planting - I'll probably be an audience plant this weekend for a friends performance. Where? Well, let's just say it's a party that I wouldn't go to if I wasn't getting free entry. The music and performances sound promising though.

Oh, and I've not been to Hellfire for over 6 months, but know that a certain person obsessed with mermaids *coughs*me*coughs* will be catching one on the night.
There may be sharp and shiny things involved.

Did you know that when I was a wee lassie I worked for a few months at a Fishermans Co-op. Scaling and filleting fish.
*cold evil grin*

It's a matter of balance

Feeling quite balanced at the moment. Which is excellent considering last week.
Am also enjoying the delights of a gas oven.
Okay, those 3 sentences sound dodge together, eh.
But it's okay really - I'm just loving how quickly vegies roast in a gas oven. Yeay for wintery goodness.
Other things that make me happy:
- I have a working computer again!
- I don't seem to be annoying anyone too much at the moment *phew*
- the immense amount of work I have to do at work isn't irritating me. I laugh at it *ha ha*.
- percentage of new clothes to old and tatty in my wordrobe has gone up. Nothing terribly interesting to report on. Mostly functional items - boots and jeans. But they make me happy.
- leaving the house in the crisp cold mornings and walking past a park on the way to my bus to work.
- holding hands with my boyfriend.
- new cosy white flannie sheets. *sighs* it's like sleeping in a cloud.
- and creating a space for upcoming pain and play and blood.
Can you see me grinning from there?

It's quote changeover time again...

"In fact a few simple mathematical calculations reveal that if reference librarians were paid at market rates for all the roles they play, they would have salaries well over $200,000."Will Manley(The Truth About Reference Librarians. McFarland, 1996, p. 30) *****Bring it on I say!**** Refer to my post "What is a Librarian" 10 Dec 2004.

'Coughing Girl 2005'

*coughs* Literally worried myself sick with work this week.
Am home on a Friday night in my jamies.
Weird day full of so many potential antagonistic opportunities. Hard to avoid.
Geez, there's gotta be something in the stars today.
Coughs and cold weather and work stress means Miss Y just isn't up to being social bee at the moment. Finding it hard to believe that I was a busy, busy, social life, community work, dressups and party person, once.
Realise that it's been a long time since I've caught up with a lot of people I once called friends.
*waves* Sorry folks.
May see you 'round sometime.