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i’m back working. it’s not so great. it’s not so bad. but it’s not so great.

i am having trouble getting concentrating. thesis? wuh? well, today is better than yesterday. at least today i’m writing things. and i do sort of have a proper thesis hypothesis thing. well, a thing that will lead to a hypothesis.

the research trip to europe was good. it was great. thing is, it was like a holiday. and i was so physically wrecked it was very difficult to do any work while i was away. especially in herrang. oh well.

i do have ideas for a chapter using my experience at camp savoy and herrang. a chapter on camps and exchanges and the importance of travel in swing. oh, and looking at the management of labour in swing. and all of this under the broad (thesis thing) of performing fandom in swing communities.

if only today was a cleverer day.

i have just been reading the Horrid wench’s blog. it’s not a good idea. now it doesn’t incense me the way it used to. it just makes me sad. i want to take that sad, pathetic girl and straighten her out. she needs to think less about her weight and what she’s wearing and more about… feminism. yes. feminism. that’ll straighten her out.

i’d have liked to think my trip overseas would have stopped me posting inflamatory posts on discussion boards, but it hasn’t.
soon i will be back in the crazy obsessive land of phd thesis working-at-home people. soon i will return to obsessing about the Gym. i too will write long, complicated posts where i describe exactly what i’m wearing (red fleece, purple trousers, brit hop tshirt, purple and green stripey thermal, house knickers, white and purple striped knee-high socks, hiking boots, fyi). they won’t be very interesting as i wear the same things all the time.

maybe.

meanwhile i’m in flurry about tap dancing (i may Dabble), yoga and lindy hop. yes, lindy hop.

a work in progres…
i’m not sure about that purple for the links….
hm

how to colour coordinate all these little vanity images?

p>tonight i will be overwhelmed by the power of my position and exploit it.
mmmm,maybe not.
tonight i’m doorbitching for a mate who’s DJing at another person’s regular dance ‘club’ while they’re in tasmania at Canberrang.
now, it’s certainly not the first time i’ve door bitched at a dance doo (in fact, i have a long history as a door bitch, but it’s been a little while), but i do suddenly feel very naughty. i could do anything. i mean, i won’t, but i could. i could take revenge for all those irritatingly puritanical swing-nazi comments.
or
i could fuck over all those crappy swing guys who’ve already started shitting me again (and i’ve only seen them one night since i’ve been back). Perhaps i should introduce dance licences…

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’ll have to withdraw your dance license as well. We can’t have just anybody dancing at this venue, can we?”

that’d teach em for introducing that god-awful ‘popular in america at the moment’ basic into melbourne. sheesh.

our internet was broken yesterday. seems there was a big adsl (man,i can never get that acronym right) Issue yesterday. unfortunately yesterday was also The Squeeze’s official Sick Day. he has caught the IT nerd version of the Herrang cold and was Languishing yesterday. that means sleeping, in Squeeze terms. that boy is the best sleeper i’ve ever met. but round about 3pm he woke up a little and wanted to play online (checking work things, mostly, despite my instructions to Rest and Heal). but the internet was broken.

yesterday was a frighteningly productive thesis day.

i stayed with my mother’s sister and her husband in Chiseldon, a little village outside Swindon in Wiltshire. My mother’s family have long been crazy animal people, and ann has been rescuing abandoned animals since… well, since forever. in our family, you don’t buy animals. you rescue them. so anne has.

they have about 7 cats (most of whom are really really old and really really disgusting: i wouldn’t touch them if i could), 3 dogs (including a grotty mongrel with multiple neuroses, a spoilt and badly behaved beagle and a wonderfully gentle staffordshire terrier who has only one leg. he was rescued from the welsh vallies, where they’d broken his jaw and thrown him to some pit bulls to fire them up for an illegal dog fight. he is really lovely, but was most amusing when he hurt his remaining front paw and developed balance issues), a pony, a pig, a ferret, lots of weirdo chickens (whose eggs are sold to raise money for some save-the-children charity) and stacks of ducks. there used to be a goat, but he died. that goat was nice, too. he once lived at a school, where he served some sort of educational purpose. then they decided he had no proper use, and lived in a teacher’s front garden til he was rescued. but he’s dead now.

here is one of my absolute favourites. colin.

colin is a vietnamese pot-bellied pig, who lived in a pub, fed on crisps and chocolate until he grew too big and was abandoned. so my family rescued him. he has been steadily dieting since he’s lived with anne, and while once hideously overweight, he is now just hideous.
that sounds too harsh. colin is actually a friendly, cheerful pig, who loves company and being patted. this isn’t always the case with pigs – they can be nasty and vicious.

read on for more crazy animal stories….

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and one day i’ll sort out those inconsistent titles over there on the left hand side. and the ugly comments page.

one day.

is it just me, or does this blog seem to have gotten all boringly sentimental and personal?
hurrumph.

well, i stand by the word that blogs are meant to be Long and Boring. that’s why they’re called blogs. they’re also destined to be fearfully wishywashy. just make sure you pull the plug when i start posting pictures of animals.

i’ve also had a haircut (finally!) so i don’t quite look like those little pictures any more. short. it’s short. and i love it. i’m sure i could tell an amusing anecdote about my trip to the apprentice hairdresser, but i don’t have time. though i will say, it was a pretty close thing at one point. i was just reading the trashy mags, obvlivious, when i look up: aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!!! i had horrid, long, straight 70s hair. that shit that’s tres popular with the young kiddies at the moment. i had to cut in on the hairdresser’s enthusiastic blow waving and straightening and say ‘i’m sorry, but i can’t do this hair. it looks nice, but it will drive me nuts. can we make it much shorter?’ and then i had to salve their egos and they were all worried i was shitty, and i had to reassure them that i wasn’t, and then i looked through some mags and basically got the same short hair cut i’ve had for, oh, about a million years. well, since i stopped shaving my head, and after i got o
ver my big 60s hair stage.

but i like it. short, curly-ish, dark red. it’s all a win.