mssirpsycho

Today so far has been made of awesome. Coffee with Lardass Morgan, then Fidel's with the Usual Suspects, then dinner with Jodi and Will and Nicola and some other folks. Sunshine and food babies and Jimmy Eat World's Bleed American blaring in my ears. I fail to see how this could be considered as anything less than a win.

Speaking of win, check this shit out:
http://undercover.com.au/News-Story.aspx?id=10005

Christopher Lee. AND METAL. HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT, YO. This is more awesome than Jesus Christ riding on Falcor while throwing out chocolate buttons to the crowd.

Something that the ladies and I were discussing last night over Taryn's white chocolate-chip cookies* is the reclaimation of the word "Bitch" as an alternative meaning for "strong woman".
There are tshirts everywhere that girls seem to be wearing a lot that say things like "Bitch and proud of it" or "99% Bitch, 1% Sweetheart. Don't get on my bad side" etc.
In my world, a bitch is not a strong woman, and it's nothing to be proud of.
A bitch is a person, either masculine or feminine, who uses small-mindedness, pettiness and social brutality to get their own way, no matter what the cost to other people around them. This is not strength. A strong woman is able to rectify an altercation with delicacy and grace with the minimum of fuss and drama, only stooping to social wet-work under extreme provocation; and even then said social wet-work is of a more subtle nature with a mind to both containment and damage-control.

Being a bitch is not a good thing, people.



*Which are FUCKING AMAZING with Masterfood's wholegrain mustard. No, I'm not pregnant, stop looking at me like that. De-freaking-licious.

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The first person to bring me a tank covered in balloons will win my eternal love and devotion. And possibly cake.

http://www.asofterworld.com/index.php?id=518

I've recently acquired Neverwinter Nights AND Baldur's Gate II. I am doomed, I think. Doomed to never leave the house again except for all the tawdry sex I obviously have all the time.

( Me, Maddock, and DOOM )

Tonight was the first night back at work since New Year's, and it was quiet. We made roughly $200, and there were maybe 10 people in the bar. So I got to unleash the OCD beast on the plastics cupboard. Not the plastics cupboard is clean, the bottles and lids and jars and so forth are clean and everything is in it's place. I must admit, I'm going to be quite pleased when the gigs start coming in regular-like because working more than 3 hours in a week would be nice.

Also, I have apricots. This pleases me. Dave and I are currently ranting at stupid people on the TV. It's kinda fun.

                                                          *snowed in*

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                                                  have                                                                                                                                                                          skittles                                                   

                           and                                                                                               banoffee pie.


          I'm quite disapointed college is closed, had it been open I would have shovelled my way there.

Watched Hunter S Thompson and its kinda depressing.

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/science/article6973971.ece#cid=OTC-RSS&attr=797093

O RLY????

I say that it's there, and it works. Although I get the feeling that there should be further extensive research done on this. It's in the name of SCIENCE, and for the greater good of humanity. Honest...

My alarm clock failed because my phonealarmwhatsit fell down the side of the bed and turned itself off in the process, but apparently that was a necessary fail because I fell asleep in the bath, went to bed and slept for ten hours. Woke up feeling much more human.

It was Rachel's birthday today, so she came over after she finished work while I was having breakfast and gave her her present: toe socks*. We also spent some time checking the range of the Tiny Trebuchet off the balcony with the M&Ms that I couldn't classify**. It shoots over the edge of the balcony from the balcony doorway (and projectiles land in carparks number 6 and 7), then we checked the accuracy by firing M&Ms into the neighbour's balcony, which is a good 7 feet away with a five story drop. Rachel managed to get one right in their window box too, which was awesome. Then we headed over to hers to collect Penny and Jay, and went out for dinner to a Japanese place in the wee arcade on Willis street, where they had MANY delicious things, including a magazine that had an article on designer tree houses in it. I WANT A TREE HOUSE. An actual house in a tree, not a kid's hidey-hole. Check these out:
http://www.baumraum.de/
I want one. LOTS. Buggered if I know how I'd get the wiring and plumbing and so forth going on, but I want one. I think I'd actually pass up the million dollar and a pony in order to get one.
Then we went home to Rachel's and Jay showed me and Penny his European holiday photos and now I have the Wanderlust going on again. I managed to quiet it down a little by taking the long way home and reacquainting myself with my city and why I love it. The night's a lovely thing to be wandering in. I wound up on the waterfront, and I'm still confounded as to why there are trees in a cage on the waterfront. Some of them are tied down as well, but I'm assuming that's to keep them from being blown over. Or possibly to keep them from going on a savage rampage and eating people. SAVAGE CARNIVOROUS TREES, PEOPLE!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

Great, now I have Run To The Hills stuck in my head. Oh well. I suppose it's better than having Accidentally Kelly Street stuck there like I've had since New Year's Day thanks to Davey.

I've also been doing a fair bit of navel-gazing. The funny thing is that because of my catseye navel-piercing, my navel gazes back.


*Her flatmate is squicked out by them, and Rachel also needed socks, so I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone. Teach him to chase me with the Roomba...
**Yes, M&Ms do need to be classified by colour and type. Yes, it is important. No, YOU'RE crazy. I'm perfectly normal.