Trysting Fields

Hello, You

:)

Hello, Blog

I got nothin.

(Happy birthday Georgie.)

In Cyclical Terms, Right (Redux)

Went under: May '06.

Came up: July/August '06 (thanks, cactus).

Went under: April '07.

Came up: August/September/October '07 (protracted ascention courtesy of Ms J Hawthorne).

Went under: November '08.

I don't know where we are right now, which means we're still basically down. Life is BLAH. But we're a hell of a fuckload better than we were in January-February (shudder). Progress occurs.

I've - yeah - never talked directly about this stuff here much in the past. (Edit: except at the very beginning, I guess.) I don't know why I am now, or if it's sensible. Talking about badness just feeds into it.

And insofar as I use my blog as a kind of metaprogramming tool, being too explicit generally isn't productive. Sleight of mind, dude. Ever heard of it?

Teigan's ego is addicted to saying too much.

I just got nothin' else to talk about RN. The only thing I really care about is getting out of this $%# hole.

Which is kind of the problem.

FFS stop digging and chill the fuck out, man.

(Link; link.)

Things To Be Thankful For (Five)

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.)

It's All Over

So long, the so-called Real World. It was nice knowing you. In some aspects.

ION: O. M. F. G. Why was I not told about this?! (That's what I get for not reading the news, I guess.)

Interlude: New Favourite Phrase

Context-dependent metadata.

"Indeed it is well said [that] in every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing." - Thomas Carlyle via Fungus the Bogeyman, unknown year.

(Thanx toots; yer work, etc.)

Chez Hagakure Tea & Pizza Shapes Meet

Starring this chick.

(Previously; previously; previously; previously; previously; elsewhere.)

B. C. E.

:)

Can't complain.

Although, y'know, in some ways it was almost too easy.

Hmm.

NBP!

LFN. :P!!

:)

xxx

(ION: \m/ (>.<) \m/)

TIA. (No, not that TIA.) (Necessarily.)

(LFN!!!)

(This post is dedicated to Mr R. Henley, who doesn't approve of this kind of thing. Appaz.)

My Housewarming = Tonight

It is going to go OFF.

Here is a picture that this chick posted on my wall, which I like very much:

As you can see, it depicts a longhaired cat sitting atop a moog or some such against a background of stars and bares the motto: "Astro Cat will play for you the Symphony of Space."

Like William Carlos Williams' red wheelbarrow, it is what it is.

No more, and no less.

No Posts This Week

No camera = no pictures + very low commentage levels = just got nothin'. Sorry.

It's all about F***book right now, anyways. If you want me, friend me on FB. If you want to know my FB name, write me.

I am well, and having a lovely time.

More TK when the moment is propitious. Please stay tuna etc.

Rainbow Serpent (Part 2)

That 5am Window

Between sleep and waking, when you're everyone and everything and nowhere and nothing.

You're free. It's nice. I used to live there.

I miss it when I relapse into the delusion of being a specific person.

Vale Tript

*tips hat*

Sad day.

In other news, thank you to the anonymous person who ingeniously sent me this in a way I couldn't respond to:

If you are who I think you are - you're funny. And if I don't know you, that's even funnier.

Tell me - do you get curiously predictable headaches and phantom mice in your bed at 4am, too?

Man, I Just, Like, Voted

I wasn't planning to originally, but Semi talked me into it on the grounds that the Greens will likely take some seats away from serious politicians, which is always a good cause. I hope he is having fun at Earthcore. I imagine that he is.

I just voted for the Greens whilst tripping on leftover cactus, partly in his honor. I'm sure Bob Brown (with whom I once shared a taxi, whilst dressed as a giant koala - i'm sure it wasn't just a dream) would not disapprove. I tried to imagine what John Howard would feel. I tried to imagine him feeling pain in some way. How I tried. But all I could see was him going "stupid hippies; ah well, *shrugs*, they will all self-destruct soon enough anyway", and not understanding at all. Which kind of pissed me off, but did at least make me feel like, in some obscure way, I had not done entirely the wrong thing.

Now I am trying to decide whether to watch The Dark Crystal again. I fell asleep before the end last time.

~ has suggested to me that the girl Gelfling ultimately dies; but I feel sure that this cannot be the whole truth. Henson and Oz would not do that to me. They would not dare.

I will watch their silly movie, in any case. They can bring it. Doesn't matter if the chick dies; the whole healed-crystal thing redundifies such petty concerns.

Yes, it does.

I Got Nothing

Desolee, blog.

The novel is progressing well enough though.

Admittedly at this stage it seems like hitting 50,000 words by the end of the month will take a miracle. But they happen occasionally.

What's actually troubling me more, stupidly enough, is that I still have no idea what to call the damn thing.

In other news, party at Chez Hagakure on December 2nd. Tell your friends. And if you have no friends.. hey, come alone. Maybe you'll meet some.

Here is yet another picture of LJ:

That is all.