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.
Filed under F***book, Here Is The News, Life Is Good, Nothing, Weblogs
Filed under Art, Audio, Benevolence, Boogie Fever, Cryptography, Discombobulation, Dreams, Drugs, Evil, Found, Genius, Here Is The News, Illusion Of Time, Liable For Nothing, Muntedness, Mysteries, Night Time, Nothing, People, Photos, Self Analysis, Signs Of The Apocalypse, some do it fast, some do it better in smaller amounts, The Liberator Who Destroyed My Property Has Realigned My Perceptions, the walls are mushy, These Hippies Are Not Messing Around, Travel, w0ot
It’s a bit hard to to know where to start.
*thinks*
So my computer’s sound recording facilities had been playing up, right. Had been for a while. It was no good. I wanted to make an album.
Thus on the morning of January 15th, I called a taxi and took the old gel into town to be serviced. They told me it would take four days. It wound up taking three weeks. But they did it.
In the meantime, I got totally hacked. First teigan@gmail.com, then [mylegalname]@gmail.com, my blog and my Facebook accounts all stopped accepting their passwords across the final week of January.
On Friday the 8th of February, I got my computer back. On Saturday, I threw a party. This is where we came in.
Upon getting reputered, I created some special email accounts and conducted a few experiments. Via these I established to a high degree of likelihood that my hacker was good old Henley. Somewhat predictably, I lost my shit at him.
On Tuesday 12th, I attempted to boot my newly restored digital handmaiden only to discover that – four days after returning home to me – she had totally, totally died.
I was ‘puterless once more.
Then the following night – Valentine’s Eve, no less – none other than Henley’s girlfriend, a former close associate of mine, claimed responsibility for the hacking via SMS.
Leave the poor petal alone, she said. He’s innocent.
I was skeptical at first, but when she told me that teigan@gmail was wide open for resetting (Quick! Jump up and find an open internet cafe at 2am etc), I realised she was probably telling at least some weird Lady-J-since-she-turned-feral version of the truth.
Why had the former love of my life done this to me? She’d written to me at another account, she said – one of the ones she hadn’t violated and locked me out of – explaining everything.
Only problem was, I had (of course) been changing all my passwords like a demon – without having gotten around to making a backup or a hard copy of any of them. From my computer. Which had since – you will recall – dropped totally, totally dead.
In other words I was now not only ‘puterless and locked out of my hacked accounts, but ‘puterless and locked out of all my internet accounts.
Then in the early hours of Sunday 17th, Wouters dropped my last remaining link to civilisation phone in a full glass of bourbon & coke.
Oy.
Various people have eased my journey through this Durdenesque ordeal, and thanks are due.
Mishuki of Hagakure 419 fame was good enough to let me use hir Facebook profile. My colleague in social research, fellow FB tragic and soon-to-be-housemate Celestine has been extremely generous with her 3G handset, enabling me to update my status in something akin to the style to which I’ve become compulsively accustomed. Thad gave me a safe-haven email account on his server. And last Tuesday, having learned that my dead six-year-old eMac would cost $700 to reanimate, my long-suffering parents offered to buy me a MacBook. Which was very nice of them.
I picked it up this morning. I’m using it now. It’s lovely.
(I’d take a picture but since the destruction of my phone I’ve got no working digital camera, except the one inside said MacBook. And its eye is not prehensile. But here’s a picture of the box:
)
And now I have my accounts back.
Things are gradually returning to some semblance of what passes for ‘normal’ on Planet Teigan.
*flops exhaustedly*
Apart from all of that, I have mostly been going out a lot – having, y’know, not a whole lot else to do – and taking quite a lot of acid.
It’s been.. awesome, actually. Can’t complain.
Oh, and I got engaged on Saturday night. I think. But that’s a whole other story.
Welcome back, blog.
Coming soon: the long, long-delayed multimediatastic Rainbow Serpent post.
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!
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
Ms Fits has acknowledged my existence again. (Previously.)
There really is nothing left to live for.
(Except, y’know, art and shit.)
Filed under Heh, Here Is The News, Illusion Of Time, Lost But Unconcerned, Weblogs
Welcome to 2008!
We’re lost, but unconcerned.
It’s working out surprisingly well so far.
Requests are being taken, and may be directed to the usual address.
Filed under Benevolence, Here Is The News, Newness, Self Analysis
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.
Filed under Audio, Drunkenness, Genius, Here Is The News, People, Photos, Signs Of The Apocalypse
Filed under Audio, Drugs, Drunkenness, Here Is The News, People, Photos, w0ot
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.)
Filed under Audio, Drugs, Drunkenness, Here Is The News, Music, People, Photos, Signs Of The Apocalypse, w0ot
(It is All About The Blog[*].)
I was also feeling a bit stinky and jaded about people including but not limited to myself, and for both of these reasons it was all quite serendipitous and I-heart-the-universe that a much beloved friend chose yesterday to give me a semi-random present which – although a relatively small thing in itself – was both a :)-inducing gesture, and well-novel and blogworthy and shit.
It’s a pocket edition of Twister in the form of a little plastic box, with the spinner on the front and the dots – which are about the size of fifty-cent coins – stashed in a sliding drawer underneath. It conveniently doubles as a keyring.
(Unfortunately I’ve now, almost immediately, gone and lost it. So I can’t post a picture like I was planning to. I have to make do with words, which is unfortunate coz I’m kind of over them. But so it goes.)
It’s not very practical. If you wanted to play, you’d also have to be carrying some kind of adhesive to fix the tiny dots in place on the ground, or wherever. It’s hard to see the whole thing working out. But that doesn’t matter.
Without wanting to go into benevolence overload and make everybody throw up: hooray for semi-random presents, and those rare people who bring us nothing but goodness generally. Yay for things that make us happy. Even if only passingly so in some cases.
Life is transitory. Yes it is.
In other news, my jury selection hearing today went well, in the sense that as chance would have it I was not selected to serve on an actual jury.
In a way I was disappointed; it might have been an interesting experience. But I can’t really afford the time off work. Stupid needing money to live etc.
Now I am going to bed, because between one thing and another I’m so sleep deprived that I’m starting to hallucinate.
Good night.
[*] NB It’s so not really All About The Blog[**].
[**] Although I do love my blog.
Filed under Benevolence, Here Is The News, People, Swings & Roundabouts
And also:
Honourable mentions:
And last but not least, my mum. Thanks for having me, etc. I appreciate it.
And various other people.
You are all – in your assorted different ways – special to me, and I love yiz. For whatever it’s worth.
That is all.
PS Interview went well.
Filed under Art, Benevolence, Drunkenness, Here Is The News, Illusion Of Time, People, w0ot
I just really love the status updates.
Filed under F***book, Here Is The News, The World Is A Disco Ball
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
(It’s okay – I’m just using him for my own shallow self-gratification Art.)
Filed under F***book, Here Is The News, History, Neurocam, People, Signs Of The Apocalypse
