Thursday 15th – Saturday 17th March.
A somewhat brutal Thursday at Chez Hag was unexpectedly redeemed by the sudden invasion at 7:15pm of a swarm of beloved Occutards who stayed for two nights wreaking havoc in preparation for Occupy Monsanto day on Saturday.
No blog post could possibly do justice to this shit. Neither can screencapped Facebook posts, but I’ll link some anyway.
Video shot around midnight on the Thursday:
Followup video shot around 2:15am:
Three other videos which could not not be included:
Filed under :), Awesomeness, Chaos, Domestica, Food, Friends Of The Zoo, Occupy, People, Photos, Ukes, Utopia, Fantasy & Reality In Radical Politics, Video, YouTube
Friday, 21st October.
As anomalous Chez Hagakure parties go, I’d rate this one as anomalous out of ten. We didn’t even do Russian Cocaine in the end. Due to earlier events I was a bit discombobulated. Etc. But it still went off.
At an advanced stage of the evening I even shot a video. Don’t say I never do anything for yiz.
Filed under :), Audio, Discombobulation, Domestica, Drunkenness, Newness, Occupy, People, Photos, Terribleness, Video
One of the main reasons my blog is so dead these days is that all the action it might once have seen is now occurring on my two Facebook accounts.
FB – rapacious motherfucker that it is – has eaten my blog.
I’m not particularly happy about this, but so it goes. Can’t force shit.
Here is the news:
I am doing alright; better even. I’ve become a bit decadent over the semester break but that’s okay. I need a new job, and I’ve all but decided to defer school for the rest of the year to focus on making some money and generally sloughing off the final vestiges of My Worst Depression Since 2005 ™ – which is, pleasingly, drawing to a close fucking FINALLY.
Bring on spring.
I had another bustup with Lady J the week before last, which has made me a bit sad. But I’ll get over it. And in thematically related news, I’m still estranged from my former associate the artist sometimes known as Schnozzie, which also continues to cause me grief.
Being severely alienated from people you love a lot and have epic history with really sucks.
What else? My sister moved house last weekend, which was a major operation and marked the end of an era. Her new place is massive – she now has her own studio, which I am very envious of – and her new housemates are lovely. Yay Toots’s new house.
Finally: I’m having a birthday party on September 24th. It’s going to go OFF. You should totally come.
Generally speaking we’re on the up, at long last.
That is all for now!!!
Filed under Adversity, Bitches, Domestica, Estrangement, F***book, Here Is The News, Life Is Okay, Newness, People, School, Things That Are In, Work
It’s wet today. It’s nice. I was woken up by the garbage truck at 9am this morning and realised I’d forgotten to put the bins out. So I did. Then I went back to bed until midday.
I started back at work on Monday. This is A Good Thing. I’ve become waaay too reclusive over the break.
I think my ‘new’ housemate – he still seems new even though he’s been here three months, partly coz he went away for a month quite soon after moving in, and partly coz time has been frozen on Planet T lately – has decided I’m a freak.
He actually said this, more or less, late one drunken night in January. “It’s funny the things you discover about people once you get to know them a bit better. Like you: before I started living with you, I totally thought you were normal.”
I LOL’d. I was, actually, much more normal before he moved in. Or at least playing normal much more convincingly.
So it goes. I hope he doesn’t feel conned.
We still seem to be getting along fine, even though he’s decided I’m not normal.
What else? I got a new camera a few days ago, finally. It’s a DSLR; sexy but overwhelming. I’m kind of scared of it. I haven’t actually charged the battery and set it up yet.
But I will.
It’s certainly been a memorable one. I liked it much better than last year’s.
Prize for the best party guest overall goes to Patrick. Prize for the most liable for nothing party guest is a three-way tie between Shane, The Sorcha, and, of course, Coburg.
Prize for the best party guest who wasn’t there physically but came in essence goes to Wads. Prize for the most missed party absentee is a tie between Em and this chick. Prize for the best party guest who did attend physically, but who I unfortunately never actually got around to talking to is a three-way tie between Li, Kav, and The Major. Prize for the best (if maybe in hindsight somewhat regrettable) picture of a My Little Cthulhu Bunny goes to Magnus.
Prize for the most devastating headfuckery goes to my housemate & ex-fiancee. Prize for the most comically hypocritical abusive emails goes to Henley. Prize for the most awesome drunken deep & meaningful alleyway convo goes to Liv. I’m not sure what exactly to award the artist formerly known as Semi, but I suspect he deserves a prize of some kind – or that if he doesn’t now, he may well before too long.
Prize for the most broken nose goes to Luke. Prize for the most blood cheerfully & unsolicitedly cleaned up as a result of a broken nose goes to Harrie. Prize for the driest one-liners (always) and best wildlife photography goes to Ramm. Prize for the best shisha lesson goes to Nichk. Prize for the heterosexual male with the most sophisticated understanding of little girls’ pop music (and also the special award for getting locked in the enclosed garden off my bedroom by a
psycho chick person I’m sure is lovely once you get to know her, and then being too wasted to think of calling someone to let him out) goes to Grimsey.
Prize for the best nail-painting (and best former housemate ever) goes to Cel. Prize for the best hungover breakfast-making and tidying up goes to Kat. Prize for the oldest and most enduring friend goes to Bentendo. Prize for the best anonymous benefactor goes to whoever sent me the copy of M2M‘s second album I found in my mailbox yesterday.
Prize for the best present (y’know, apart from causing me to be born in the first place and shit) goes to my parents.
Prize for the best sister in the entire fucking world goes to this bitch.
Prize for the best mistress (and inexpressible amounts of gratitude & love) goes to Schnozzie.
Filed under Awesomeness, Benevolence, Chaos, Current Affairs, Discombobulation, Domestica, Drunkenness, Heh, Here Is The News, It'll All Come Good, Liable For Nothing, Life Is Good, Night Time, People, silly humans *rolls eyes* etc, Swings & Roundabouts, Use Of A Telephone For A Fictitious Purpose, w0ot, Whack, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
At long freaking last.
In the meantime, my two primary gmail accounts, my Facebook account and my TypePad (blog) account were hacked & rendered inaccessible. Oy.
I’ve managed to resecure the blog account, at least, thanks to a friendly cookie which recognised my machine. Bless that cookie. No damage appears to have been inflicted. The only evidence of intrusion is that the answer to my secret security question (“What is your mother’s maiden name?”) has changed from “Symington” to “whore”.
Charmed, I’m sure.
Here – nested all meta-style – is an earlier entry I scrawled freehand on Tuesday, and was planning to post at the ‘ternet caff that evening but couldn’t, because I’d been hacked:
Is the word of the week. As in “Man, I got munted on Saturday night.” And I did. I really did.
At 10pm I was summoned by Wouters to a party in the Brunswick area. I was only going to stay out for two hours or so on account of: (a) I was supposed to be working the following day –
(In other news: I started working at the doodle palace again last week; it’s been almost as much of a shock to my system as Rainbow. But in a significantly less good way.)
– and (b) I didn’t actually know the person who’s party it was or anyone else who was going to be there. Or so I thought..
As it turned out.. ah, it’s quite a funny story, but it’s also a bit complex and at least four of my five remaining readers basically know it already.
Suffice to say a munting good time was had, this being only improved – and further enmunted – by the semi-random appearance of none other than the mysterious and extraordinary Thad at an advanced stage of the evening. (Update 8 Feb: I’ve encountered him twice more since then. I think he’s stalking me. Or someone I know. But I don’t mind at all.)
I didn’t make it to work. I’m not sure how I made it home. I’m really not.
In other muntedness news, I’m having a party tomorrow night. It’s going to be pretty good. If you are reading this and you know my street address, you can come.
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)!