long weekend goodness

The loungeroom walls are a most unusual shade of yellow. Which has caused some consternation with regards to hanging pictures. A black and white ink rough in a gold frame looks unbelievably vile. The normally excellent balance of gaudy colours in a Miro print, look jarring.
After many ideas and discussions with Mr Z, Miss L, Mr M and others, it seems the only colour to work vaguely well is 50's eggshell blue. And yesterday I finally trotted off the the poster shop and now have a 50's (-ish?) Qantas advertising poster in blue. Mr Z also may have an army recruitment poster on it's way too.

Went out to Dirty Donkey last night. Gorgeous Miss B won tickets (as did everyone it seemed). I originally turned down the offer to join her as I am pretty under the weather at the moment. But then after having Thursday and Friday off work I was feeling perkier, and right on cue the others she had offered the ticket to had declined too. Yay!
I wore the little goth-y dress that cost me a lot but I never wear, and actually made some effort with make-up due to sick-person-pallor. Ran around saying hi to all the happy people. Little Miss R looked cool in a pvc corset (do it again sometime girl!). Introduced Miss B to a few folks, enjoyed lounging on beanbags. A spin on the dancefloor, and a couple of overpriced softdrinks later I was ready to crash. Stayed for Divinyl's show 'cos I love the way he moves his hands ;-)

Not feeling too sore and sorry today - though I wish I knew how to sleep in *sighs*.
Best go get into the day. Am glad I don't have a hangover 'cos I don't think I could bear Sexpo with a hangover.

More Free Fun!

Anyone want free entry to Sexpo?
Amongst all the dildos and bad lingerie, there's only a handful of community stalls, and I'm looking after one for most of Saturday.
Conditions: you must be willing to hang about for at least 2 hrs. Be Bi-friendly. This is a community stall - so there's no real selling involved, (though we will have shirts and jewellery for sale there - it's more about the information).
If you wanna help out Friday night or Sunday, that's cool too. Drop me a line.
Love,
Your friendly local Bi activist.

if all they find of me is half a leg...

At work today I felt so mad, I thought I would explode. But simultaneously so knackered that I couldn't if I tried.
I thought perhaps these conflicting inner pulls would resolve by me self-combusting.
But no. I'm still here for now.

Oh, and it's none of that 'come-down Tuesday' crap. I don't think a couple of beers provides enough of a high to splat like this :-)

Fetish hippy.

Clothing crisis day three was the usual pre-event panic. Amongst the contenders was the goth-girl buckle dress with knee-high boots. But I remembered that there's reasons why I've only worn that outfit twice. I started sewing the brocade until I realised how optimistic (aka foolish) that idea was. So I did a Sportsgirl special. White silk and cotton top (Sportgirl) under a red damask underbust corset (Serpentine) and my fave boxpleated leather skirt (Sportgirl) and maryjanes from the kiddies shoe store 'cos my feet are too small for grownups shoes.

Had a great night at Hellfire. Chatted and touched base with a lot of folks. Danced heaps which was great. Some people said they didn't like the music. Bah! It was fine. I even spun a few people around the dancefloor upstairs to some Sinatra, etc.
Post-Hellfire it seems that the world is shrinking again. Everyone seems to know everyone. Makes for interesting stories over Saturday, Sunday beers.

Before Hellfire I did some bindrunes on Miss M's arms, which was pretty cool. I used to do a lot of runework when I was a wee thing (though not of the bloody kind *grins*) so it was interesting what came back to me.
Oh and related to this flashback stuff - the jasmine has just started to flower again on Sunday. I smelt it and my childhood came rushing back and smacked me in the face.
Add to this the idea of going up north again to visit my sister in my holidays soon and visiting old stomping grounds. I'm starting to wonder what the universe is trying to point out to me.

The rest of the weekend passed in a rush of late breakfasts in cafes and assorted birthday drinks in pubs and thai meals.
I think I'm gonna sleep well tonight.

Clothing crisis - day 2

Yesterday wasn't day 2 'cos I did quite well - bought some yummy rainbow chinese brocade and had plans in my head for a new skirt with a bustle 'n' all.

Tonight found me in the shops instead of bodgying up a skirt.
I now own a Boules set.
And I still don't know what I'm wearing tomorrow.

Here is a photo of aforementioned brocade and the wrapper of a lolly called "Sugar Daddy".
I've never seen or heard of this confection before.
It was sickly sweet to eat.
And I do believe, the only sugar daddy I'll be comfortable with in my life :-)

clothing crisis. Day 1.

What am I going to wear on Friday?
I'm being good by not leaving decisions to the last minute - but it's got me all in a tizz.
I need new dress-ups! I want to get a new corset from Serpentine - but I want my own material, so it'll take a while to make, and that doesn't help me for this weekend.
I could cut up my purple leather skirt and try and make it do something different.
Maybe I need a theme to work to?
Maybe a shiny glittery theme to go with a piece of jewellery my gorgeous man gave me?

We're reclaiming Hellfire. I've not been for ages...well...except for last month. But I was performing so didn't really chill. Actually I hid in the 'dressing room' (AKA accessible toilet) for the first half of the night, with nerves.
And it's soooo many peoples birthdays: Miss M, Miss J, Butch N, Miss L, Mr H, another Miss L's sister. Who else? Oh I can't remember.
Bloodlust is rising again. But hopefully Miss M still wants me to do a cutting. It could be a Happy Birthday cutting!
Hmmm, all this typing isn't helping. I go look through the dressup box now.

Londonon and on and on...

Random thoughts (and more than a little scorn - so I had a bad day a work. Sue me.)

* America thinks about the possibility of increased risk of attacks on them. Oh please! Someone tell them that it's not about them for a change.

* Australian punter on the street says on the news "America's been hit. England's been hit, and we'll be next. That's the three big countries". Excuse me? Australia isn't part of any 'big three' unless you're talking about relative house prices and cost of living.

* Beazley talks about terrorists as "Subhuman filth". Geez, brilliant language Kim. Way to get voter-folks onside.

* Old dude in England grins and says "We've been there before, haven't we. Nil Desperandum. We'll get there."

* Bush stands behind Blair at his speech, with his mouth hanging open stunned mullet style. Close your mouth boy. If you think you're looking serious, or concerned, or respectful, or determined, or anything similar - you're not. You look dumb and bored. Gah.

* America talks about 'finding them and bringing them to justice' and 'spreading an ideology of hope to counteract their ideology of hate...'. England actually does just that, instead of talking about it. See speeches of Blair http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005310428,00.html and London's Mayor, Ken Livingstone http://www.todayonline.com/articles/60388.asp

* And finally a bit of light reading from: http://popmatters.com/features/050707-londonthoughts.shtml
"The more immediate worry is that racial tension, traditionally relegated beneath contempt in cosmopolitan London, will rear its hideous head. Although far from perfect, London's ethnic harmony is more often than not, worth celebrating. After 9/11, the widespread hostility aimed towards Arab-Americans was widely reported and universally criticized over here. Undoubtedly, Britain's small but despicable far right movement will use today's attack to launch the familiar scare tactics over immigrants, Muslims, and any groups they can aimlessly lob accusations at.
There's a good chance that London's famously stern personality could get a great deal sterner over the coming days and weeks too. Londoners don't speak to each other unless they can absolutely help it, and the added fear that the person sitting opposite you on the bus could be a suicide bomber could only worsen the situation. The capital's often-tangible tension -- instantly recognizable to anyone who's ever tried to walk down Oxford Street on a Saturday afternoon -- is primed to be cranked up a notch or two. Music and cultural events across London have been cancelled for the foreseeable future. It's hard to say when people will even consider going out or enjoying themselves again. "

bitch-regret

Oh God.
Listen to that last post.
I sound like such an awful uppity bitch.
Like she should be grateful for me taking her to parties and on holidays?
Like she's not allowed to use photos from our time together?

God I suck some days.

cranky ghosts of the past

When I broke up with my last girlfriend, I stopped being involved with a certain Social Group.
Despite being assistant manager of the group, I decided to give her 'custody' of that part of our social life. She seemed to enjoy the gatherings more than I did - and even met her next girlfriend there I think. Plus, for some reason I couldn't log into that site from my home computer anymore (yeah, weird I know - you reckon the universe was trying to tell me something there!)
Anyway, I manage to get onto the site again tonight, start catching up on a year and a half's worth of gibberish, and the first thing I come across is her again.
Of course I check out her profile, and all the photo's she has up are ones taken by me. Parties I took her to. A holiday I took her on.
I dunno why, but I got cranky.
I surprise myself that there's still a bit of anger there for her. Well - maybe not quite anger - but still, something not cheerful.
I'd think a bit more deeply about it, but I've got a headache and am gonna crash to bed.
Sheesh, sometimes I wish I'd chill.
*grins*

cut 'n' paste

*Copied from an email sent to a friend tonight*
Nah, I'm not going out tonight.
Considered it - but had a fucker of a week, and have my sister's birthday tomorrow. Actually I was dreadfully keen - but knew my health could suffer - so I forced myself into jammies as soon as I got home from work.
Aaah, flannie jammies - the biggest social demotivator known to mankind!
At present nursing a hot chocolate, listening to fireworks in the distance. Knowing that there's a world out there of stimuli and social buzz. Knowing that I'll be in bed in the next couple of hours.
I'm enjoying certainty in my life.

*from an excursion a couple of weeks ago*
Inspired by Miss A putting pictures on her blog, and hence me realising that it was possible, and the recent reappearance of my camera in my life.
Here's a figurehead Miss Z and I saw at an exhibition ("LES GÉNIES DE LA MER - Masterpieces of French Naval Sculpture) at the National Maritime Museum.
www.anmm.gov.au
Okay. Dull Pic.
But here's the best bit...as the blurb beneath the figurehead reads... "Gallic Leader Brennus is known chiefly for his capture of Rome in 390 B.C., waking the Capitole's geese. The figurehead made in his image was the last to have adorned a french warship. It was simply a transformation of a former bust of the goddess Ceres, to which the sculptor added Gaulish pectoral muscles, a moustache and a winged helmet."
[sculptor is anonymous - attributed to the sculpture workshop at Toulon Dockyard. Bust of Brennus, figurehead from the ironclad Brennus.]

Looking at him, I think they did a bit of plastic surgery too - an Adam's apple, extra bump on the nose to look Roman, extra dab to create a pronounced chin, etc.
Either that or Ceres wasn't much of a looker.