Still.
Avoid these people. They will quote you four days on the repair of your eMac, then keep it for ten with no end in sight. They can’t even tell me how much it’s going to cost. At this rate I won’t be paying them anyway.
Fuck this shit. I’m going to Rainbow Serpent.
Hooray for everything (except puterlessness)!
Filed under Current Affairs, Discombobulation, Domestica, w0ot, Whack
Totally and utterly ‘puterless. Still. I’m posting this from an internet cafe on Brunswick St.
It really does feel like I’ve entered a strange alternate (originally typed: “alternet”) dimension.
It’s quite good. It’s a PAIN IN THE ASS. But it’s certainly novel.
In other news: Happy first birthday, Nada.
Your birthday present is that you are now officially allowed outside to wander wither you will.
We look forward to seeing what you make of the world beyond the fortresslike confines of Chez Hagakure, and what it makes of you.
Filed under Discombobulation, Domestica, Here Is The News, Nada Zero
Found in the toilets at St Jerome’s on Saturday night:
I’ve got absolutely zero interest in horseracing, but I love this time of year.
In other news, the artist formerly known as Shemyaza and more recently known as Jonathan Carfax has a new blog-based venture “dedicated to providing an uniquely Australian perspective on absinthe, and to provid[ing] fellow absintheurs with the most up-to-date and reliable information on absinthe varieties and tasting notes, as well as providing a home for Australian Libertines and lovers of bohemian culture, decadence and art, both historic and contemporary.”
It looks pretty cool.
He asked me if I’d like to be an occasional contributor. I replied:
Right now I’m extremely busy & preoccupied preparing for a VCA interview on the 21st and generally trying to metaprogram my way into the belief that I’m a Real Artist, whilst attempting as best I can to assimilate the monumental dual headfuck that:
(a) [censored]
(b) for all his sins, I really *like* the crazy, evil bastard.
And I should tell you that as a retiring semi-recluse I have at best only a nodding acquaintance with the Melbourne artistic intelligentsia and bar scene – although I wouldn’t be averse to developing a closer one for a cause as worthy as your own.
So yeah – if you have any absinthe you want me to drink / burlesque performers you want me to date / etc from next month onwards, feel very free to giz a heads up (equine or otherwise) (preferably the latter, ay).
That is the news.
Filed under Art, Damage Control, Discombobulation, Here Is The News, Photos, Pimpage, Weblogs
Filed under Discombobulation, Domestica, Photos
(Previously.)
This afternoon a waifish aboriginal chick came up and asked me if I had any change. I said no, which was a lie but generally my policy in such situations.
She noticed I was wielding an unlit cigarette, and asked if I needed a light. Again, I said no (thanks). Which, conversely, I thought was true.
“You have a good day,” she said nicely, and continued on her way.
I fished into my pocket for the lighter I thought I had, and realised I didn’t actually have it.
So I chased after her and told her that I did, as it turned out, need a light after all.
“You looked like you didn’t have one,” she said with a quiet smile.
I gave her a dollar, and went to hand the lighter back.
“Nah, that’s okay,” she said. “I’ve got about six of them.”
Maybe you had to be there.
My only regret concerning this encounter, which totally rebrightened my day –
(Said day having turned, from promising beginnings, to shitty slit-yer-wrists shit when it became apparent that I’d probably irretrievably lost my bag, containing my camera and my visual diary, in a taxi yesterday.
Which would have been really bad, and totally fucking sucked.
Turns out I’d left it at work the doodle palace. Phew.
But I digress.)
– was that I didn’t ask her if she could assist me in my ongoing quest for time machine fuel.
(Note to blog readers: TIME MACHINE FUEL IS SOUGHT.)
In other news: please excuse the rambling, discombobulated nature of this post.
Two and a half hours sleep, see.
I had to be up at six this morning to receive some people who came to strip the asbestos from my bathroom.
(Now the bathroom looks like this:
)
And I didn’t get to sleep until 3:30am, because some broad whose name I forget [*] was fucking hardcore with my head.
Although she denies doing it deliberately. And in any case, I’m really just fucking hardcore with my own head, and attributing said headfuckery to an external source.
Which is, ultimately, all that any of us are ever doing.
(It pays to remember this sometimes.)
I fully hardcore fall down go boom now.
[*] I think maybe her name is Audrey.
I remember, very early on in our acquaintance, suspecting that might be her name and addressing her as such.
“Who’s Audrey?” she replied, all blinking wide-eyed incomprehension. Although in fact she knew damn well exactly who Audrey was. And she knew damn well that I knew that she knew. And that I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew. And in general, things were Known. You know how it goes, hypothetical blog reader.
In hindsight I might have imagined the blinking wide eyes.
Anyroad, I was well smitten and from that point on there was no turning back.
But that’s a whole ‘nother story for a whole ‘nother time, if ever there was one.
Filed under Current Affairs, Discombobulation, Domestica, Drugs, It'll All Come Good, People, Pictures Of Lady J
A man in a panda suit and sunglasses came up to me. He asked if I minded sitting next to a panda. I said “no, not at all”. He sat down.
I asked him if he’d always been a panda. “Yeah, pretty much.” He seemed kind of irritated by the question, and uninterested in further exchange. So I didn’t ask if I could take his picture, although I wanted to.
He probably gets sick of being treated like a freakshow.
It was good. Sitting next to him made me feel less self-conscious about wearing a shirt that’s technically a blouse, which I was (and still am).
Filed under Discombobulation, Life, People, Travel
Oy, the discombobulation.
Everything is okay though. Life is pretty sweet really.
Hey, everyone who’s been leaving nice comments – thanks for your comments! They’re appreciated. Even those displaying a somewhat tenuous grasp of basic literacy skills. These will surely improve given practice and my firm but loving guidance. Be brave, for tomorrow belongs to you etc.
Filed under Discombobulation
Time is going all weird on Planet Teigan.
Further Announcements to follow.
Filed under Discombobulation, Here Is The News, Illusion Of Time
Frikken’ amateurs. No, really. Check this out.
Heh.
How many untreated episoding psychotics do you know who could complete a Master’s degree, incidentally? Kudos.
(And since we’re on the subject, how many ‘treated’ ones do you know who could do this? I’ll tell you: none. Go off your meds, kids, etc.)
Filed under Discombobulation, Evil, The End Is Nigh, Whack
If you think Melbourne weather is a bit much sometimes.. try Manchester.
If I believed in God, I’d conclude that he was well pissed off about something.
Filed under Current Affairs, Discombobulation, Whack
On the upside (of being delayed by 24 hours) I got to send my postcards personally, and to spend all night loitering in central London. There was no downside really.
In other news: Vale RAW. May the fnord etc.
