Bitches who know how to treat their slaves right.
One such ultrastar of an individual graced Chez Hagakure's now-vacant second bedroom last weekend whilst on an all-too-brief-and-rare visit to Teh Melbourne.
It was, as always, a total & unmitigated pleasure to accommodate her.
(Previously.)
Our relationship (whatever it is) has always been problematic and remains so in some ways. But then the best ones often are.
She's worth whatever effort she costs me. And dog knows, she more than matches me on my investment. I wish I could do a better job sometimes of making her understand how much I value and care about her.
She's has been a huge force for awesomeness in my life this year. She's a legend and I fucking love her.
Really do.
(Previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously.)
She's back. Again.
Nothing will ever be the same.
(NB The extent to which nothing is or is not ever the same in your specific experiential sphere may vary in accordance with a range of factors - some known, some unknown; some known to be unknown, others unknown as unknown. The degree of liability expressed or implied by the above statement can be estimated at approximately one [1] wad of NADA. Hooray for everything.)
(Previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously.)
I wish it'd occurred to me to record some audio at the Chez Hagakure Post-Mushie-Hunt Impromtu Dinner Party on Saturday night.
But not with J; she doesn't want to be bitch #6. It's a not-liking-the-number-six thing.
Any volunteers?
(S*****?)
(Heh.)
Watching Press Gang with Toots.
Teh life, it is good.
The housewarming afterparty was, as intended, a quiet affair. But it still went OFF. I blame this guy.
I have nothing else to declare except my ongoing, undying love for M2M. And that I have a new favourite word.
This is the first M2M video I ever saw, in 2002:
The final minute emerged randomly from under the end of something else I'd taped on purpose. I taped Video Hits all the way through for a month of Saturday mornings afterwards to catch it again. We had to do things like that in the dark days before YouTube and BitTorrent were invented.
Update - This footage is not particularly interesting content-wise, but I find Marit weirdly mesmerising in it:
I also like the bit where Marion asks Andrew G if he ate the worm.
