Saturday 20th - Sunday 21st February.
(See previous.)
With Adam, Gab and Grimsey.It was ace. Once again, got a shit-ton of audio - and once again (but even more so), it's pretty much solid gold. So instead of fretting about what to use and what not to use like I did over the DP III post, I decided to just stick it all up; fuck it.
Friday 12th February.
Starring Henley & Adele; 2003 (who will not, contrary to earlier threats, be forever after known as "Porcha") & Danny (sans promised cheese platter, but I just can't stay mad at the guy); Lady GrimGrim & Jacqui; the fantastic Mr Kav; the ex-operative formerly known as Li Han, Blog Boy From Space (who hopefully won't object to me linking him old-school like that - because although Exaggerating Rumours is now four years old and obviously he's grown as a person since then etc blah blah, it's still genius which deserves wider exposure) - and of course Toots, who opted to turn up after everyone except Kav had gone home, because that is the way she motherfucking rolls.
Fair to say, went OFF.
No obligatory formula picture of everyone in the back garden, because for whatever reason (quite possibly because it's the way they motherfucking roll), the guests all opted to stay inside this time - a trend that, with the encroachment of winter, we were going to have to adapt to sooner or later anyway. But there's these ones.
In contrast to last time, when I accidentally deleted the audio directly after recording it, we successfully captured over sixty minutes of vox, much of it gold. Unfortunately that means I'm having a really hard time choosing clips. Maybe I'll put some up retrospectively & link back to it in a later post. We'll see.
In other news: if you happen to be in the region of the Abbotsford Convent at any point over the next week, I strongly advocate checking out the Prismatic Audit currently being undertaken there by Torie Nimmervoll & intended DP III invitee (and amazing genius) Jason Maling (who couldn't come, because he was too busy getting ready for the Prismatic Audit. That's okay, we'll get him next time).
I did today; it was great. I came home exhausted and collapsed at 6:30pm into some of the weirdest and most awesome dreams I've had in months. Now it's 2:30am and I'm blearly eating a pizza at Bimbo. But that's beside the point.
Where was I? Oh yeah; I'm starting school on Monday, which will be well weird. But before that I'm off to a quasi-hippy festival in a field near Schnozzie's hometown.
There will most likely be bloggage about both of these things. Until then: stay in the groove. Or, y'know, don't. It's Entirely Up To You (tm)! See if I care, blog readers. SEE IF I GIVE A FUCK.
:)
At CH late last week with Kav (lurking), Petts, and the artist henceforward known as Lady GrimGrim. (Whose birthday it is today, incidentally. Happy birthday!)
Okay, I'm off to Thailand. Later, bitches. :)
5th December.
23rd September.
Two videos were shot, neither of which could be used - one because it was too boring, the other because it was too interesting.
But there is this:
With Bourkie "B. Jerky" Bourke.
Sunday.
Sunday.
So yeah - Toots & I went to Canberra the weekend before last.
We grew up there. I left in 2004, and haven't been back since 2005 (previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously, previously).
I Facebooked the whole trip from beginning to end in status updates and pictures from my phone. Which gave me a thrill. Fuck you if you can't understand.
(No seriously - fuck you, dear reader. Fuck you to hell. I hope your face is revoltingly disfigured by a horrible flesh eating virus. I really mean that.)
The 'Tendo suggested I post the whole mini-feed saga in all its glory here. But even I have my limits.
Here's some pictures and audio, though. Hover for captions etc.
Saturday
(To be continued.)
Dinner parties of awesome.
And everything and everyone associated with such occasions.
Also: punching bags.
So yes: about a month ago I accompanied my colleague and fellow Merrie Scrambler Major G to Rainbow Serpent. She'd scored a free ticket and needed a handbag company; we went halves.
It was incredibly excellent.
I captured a lot of media, and thankfully had the foresight to copy it off my phone before it died. Then my computer died. Etc blah blah.
Here at long last, etc.
To be continued.
Went off.
Oh, what a mess! Though. Liable for mess.
Also, someone stole my weed. I'm a bit unhappy about that. But that's what I get for leaving it unattended in the garden.
So it goes. It was all worth it. Hooray for parties.
At an impromptu picnic on a hillside next to the Myer Music Bowl. Seriously.
He said his name was 'Gerling', but his true identity was unmistakeable.
I went to the Meredith Festival on the weekend.
It was awse, and then some.
(From their Frequently Given Answers:
No, it is not possible to sneak in. Vicious dogs and armed mercenaries patrol the fences.
NB This is a total lie.)
(To be continued.)
You will need:
The largest bottle of La Fee Bohemian Absinth that you can reasonably afford.
A bottle of 'bubbly'.
A clean vegemite jar.
Step 1: Place a shot of absinthe in the jar.
Step 2: Fill the remainder of the jar with champagne.
Step 3: Drink, without feeling the need to entertain yourself with temperance.
Step 4: I can't remember what comes after Step 3. Or my own name.
Another success story for the Neue Sachlichkeit therapeutic method.
This pizza is Super Special. The people who sold it to us told us this. It must be true.
We are going to watch Withnail & I now. Yiz can all get comprehensively fucked.
That is all.
Coming soon: Death In The Afternoon.
It was a much quieter affair than the last one. But it was still good!
~ made sushi
Russian cocaine was served in abundance
First Hamish of the night
The drink's creator attended in A4 poster form
Nada came all the way from New Jersey - what's your excuse? - only to be strangled by ~ in a fit of paranoia. These things happen at Hagakure parties
Former Operative Johana (Hamish)
Former Operatives Reanimator (Scotch & Cola) and Li (rightly hiding in shame behind bottle of Cascade Light)
Semi (herbal tea and sympathy)
T. (fat rocks of crack, not shown)
Some woman dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz (not sure what she was on)
This crazy Japanese girl gave ~ a terrible time a while back, but he invited her anyway.
Reanimator, Li, ~, a russian mathematician and i ended up watching Fight Club by candlelight at about 3am. I did loads of bulbs.
It was good.
To make a Hamish, you will need:
Peach schnapps & vodka
Orange juice, sparkling apple juice and passionfruit juice (if you can find it)
Ice
Step One: Mix juices to taste.
Step Two: Add 1 shot of vodka and two shots of peach schnapps.
Step Three: Decant over ice. (The ice is important.)
Et Voila:
I will always be grateful to T. for introducing me to Russian Cocaine.
He really had the devil in his eyes tonight. Note to Semi - was it an exams thing?
~ made this for me last night; I found it sitting on my speaker upon reluctantly emerging from bed at around midday.
He's very creative.
A can of whoop-ass Hagakure style yo Easy Surface Prep
A Discombobulator of my very own
Two bottles of apparently non-lethal Red Bull concentrate
Two bottles of Arrogant Frog sauvignon blanc
Two delicious, beautifully wrapped and generally special cupcakes (not shown)
Colourful and appealing multimedia art products
A hefty biography of John Fowles, bafflingly enough
A black 30 gigabyte iPod, which was nice
A Brave New World mug
Cards & chocolate
Amongst other things.
Thanks everyone. It was great!
It went off.
~ tried to persuade me to wear this shirt of his, but it was the wrong shirt
He also prepared a special discombobulatory mobile for the back garden
The first of my guests to arrive was none other than former operative American Guy. Sadly he didn't stay very long, but it was nice to see him again
Semi's bitch good friend T (pictured, centre), a brilliant and profoundly disturbed young man, spent the first two hours or so of his tenure focussed with laser-like intensity on the task of building us a better stereo from found objects, including my dodgy $60 DVD player
He then proceeded to introduce the company to the seductive pleasures of Russian Cocaine (shot of vodka--> lemon wedge with white sugar on one side and ground - nb not instant - coffee on the other. Try it, you will like it)
Queen Jo was very proud of her skirt, and rightly so. Disappointed I didn't get any better pictures of it
One bottle of the red bull concentrate was consumed between several individuals, albiet not under experimentally pure conditions
In other news, Desci was good enough to bring her last packet of NO bulbs. To my astonishment, neither she nor Semi had ever even heard of doing them from balloons. And to my dismay, I didn't have any. They were still great though. Nitrous Oxide, children.
After cleaning up a bit on Sunday, we went out for breakfast. But completely outrageously, there apparently isn't anywhere on Brunswick Street that does breakfast after 6pm. Huge gap in the market. We had to settle for curry
This tasted quite watery to me initially; it had that sour grapey-alcohol taste one traditionally associates with wine, but in a subtle, barely-there kind of way. After a few glasses the flavour started to seem a bit more pronounced and mildly nauseating. But it was fairly drinkable overall.
Bentendo had a glass with me; he opined that it was "really sharp" and claimed he could "taste it at the front of [his] mouth".
Its alcohol content was 12.5%. I consumed about 80% of the bottle over two and a half hours on Sunday night. By the time I was finished I would rate my level of drunkenness (zero being sober, ten being unconscious or at least blacked out) at about 4.5.
Overall, on a scale of 1 to 10 (ten being definitely wine, zero being not wine at all, but something else), I would give this 9.5. It was almost unquestionably a bottle of white wine.
.. has sent me a dozen bottles of wine.
And a bottle of champagne in a package with two glasses.
It's an air-miles thing. She flies a lot.
Thanks, Mum!
- Exhaustively cleaned the kitchen, the dining room, the hallway, the laundry, and the bathroom.
- Made sixteen phonecalls, took seven phonecalls, attended interviews with three people, and lodged one detailed & tedious application form in pursuit of new revenue streams. Ate dodgy Japanese food on Chapel Street; gawped at people hanging on Chapel Street.
- Visited Bentendo at his new place.
He has a very nice view of the city, which I was unable to photograph for security reasons
- Reincarnated my old mobile - which I thought I'd lost, eventually replaced, and later found - as a second phone, via the purchase of a $25 prepaid SIM card.
- Updated my address book and phone contacts.
- Succesfully enticed a professional tiler into assessing dire bathroom tile issue situation, pictured. (They refused to replace the tiles, arguing that the only meaningful solution was to retile the whole bathroom.)
- Made an elaborate pictoral blog post about cooking harira.
- Inspired by trawling my own blog archives, figured out how to region-unlock my DVD player.
- Made a disastrous birthday card.
- Stupidly trammed it all the way out to the RSPCA in Burwood East to buy a kitten, only to discover that - it not quite being kitten season yet, see - they didn't have any. (Note to self: next time ring ahead.)
- Got shitfaced at The Mint and elsewhere again with Jo, Xade, Rorschach, Jaye deKoan and sundry others. An unshaven Tript was vaguely encountered somewhere in the vicinity of the Victoria Markets at around 1am. About two people at least one of whom I did not previously know ended up on my foldout couch watching Reservoir Dogs.
- Recorded a cover of Always On My Mind with my associate Mishuki One for H419.
- Made an elaborate pictoral blog post about things I did this week.
- Watched entire series of John Safran vs God (purchased secondhand last Sunday for $5).
- Went to the gym five times.
- Wrote 36 emails to 15 people.
- Et cetera.
