So there I was, attending an uncivilised picnic in the park on Royal Parade, having a perfectly nice time & minding my own and a select handful of other peoples’ business when who should call me completely out of nowhere on my – which is to say, someone else‘s – mobile telephony device but the J-meister.
We hadn’t spoken in the voice since November, when I drunkenly and unsolicitedly facilitated her and Henley‘s first ever verbal exchange. She’s been in the country three weeks, apparently. Now she & the H-Dogg were in my hood. And they wanted to hang.
The tone of her voice didn’t make me feel like something she’d just scraped off her shoe, which was nice. So, throwing caution to the wind as I am wont to do on occasion, I went.
We met at Alia. We talked. We danced. A good time was had. It seems like we’re all friends now. Which is totally what I wanted, although if you’d asked me twelve hours ago I’d have said this outcome seemed less likely than [insert comedy incredibly unlikely occurrence which in practice will never ever happen here]. They’re totally coming to my housewarming and shit.
I don’t know what else to say about all of this, but if ever something seemed blogworthy etc.
Hooray for drugs; hooray for Jebus.
Despite my cynicism regarding his religion(s), I am a fan of the man’s work. That cunt was liable for nothing.
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It was pretty fucking good. (As in “That’s a pretty fucking good milkshake.“)
Thanks to Major G, the Rainbow Serpent undercover vibe police, and most especially a man named Thad.
More will be said once I have fully regained the power of speech, and also my computer. Which I still don’t have. Still.
So don’t even care right now!
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It’s coming and it’s going.
The dirtballs in your pockets and take off both your shoes, etc.
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?
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.
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Life is good.
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And we bought:
A cherry-flavoured cigar!
Three feet of San Pedro Cactus!
Aaand – thanks to an anonymous tipoff – we also acquired from this Asian grocery…
.. Red Bull concentrate!
For $2.80 a bottle, complete with nutritional information:
The cactus suggested, amongst other things, that I should return to life and start blogging here again, although it’s simultaneously rendered me kind of speechless. In a good way.
Perverse. I blame myself for eating a psychoactive cactus during a Mercury Retrograde cycle. Heh.
Actually I don’t.
I have no regrets. It was ace.
Anyway, we’ll see what happens.
What have you been up to lately?
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