i am in a flurry

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.

i have a long history as a door bitch

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…

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“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.

the internet was broken yesterday

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.

it’s a sad, sad day when you’re eating instant noodles for breakfast

but it can’t be helped. my first night of proper dancing since i’ve been back (where i dance like a nut all night) and i wake up feeling a little ill. now, i’ve been dealing with herrang cold remnants since i arrived home last thursday, but it seems the IT nerd version of the cold which laid The Squeeze low has decided to take up residence in moi. sick again. so i’m feeling tired and rough and a little disappointed in my immune system. i thought we were a team.
at any rate, despite my attempts to eat only sandwiches since i arrived home, there is no decent bread in the house. the only alternative for sick-girl was obviously instant noodles. and i think the milk has gone off.
sigh.
meanwhile, the handyman (who i quite like) is wacking things in another room, attending to 2 of the 10 or so items on our list of ‘fix it now you bastards’ things. a list we sent to the real estate agent before i left (we’re talking at least 7 weeks ago). only now, since i’ve been home and threatened to kick arse have they done anything about this list. a plumber is promised, but i doubt we’ll see him any time soon.
meanwhile, the lease is up, so we’re living on borrowed time and with little room to apply pressure to our arsehole landlord. we are trying to decide whether or not we should move. unfortuntately, though, areshole landlords dominate our price bracket, and while we pay too much rent here, it’s still cheaper to stay than to pay for all the moving crap.
ah, renting. how wonderful it is.

and while i was away…

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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just pull the plug

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.

hair cut

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.

first night dancing

Last night we went to the Austrian club to see JW. My first night dancing since i’ve been back (and it’s been about a week since i last danced – feels like a couple of days, though, owing to the weirdo travel thing). The Squeeze brought his excellent digital camera and took some wonderful photos of the band. i had a play and took some nice photos of my friends. they’re a bit grainy because it was quite dark there, the shutter speed wasn’t quite quick enough (i think – i don’t really know about this stuff), i don’t use flash (because people look horrid and washed out, though The Squeeze has introduced me to the notion of fill flash. hm.) and they were a bit far away.
This is a picture of doris and corinne. aren’t they pretty? this is an edited version (i cropped for framing). i’m still learning, so be kind.
also, i’m having some troubles with mt uploading my files. so the link to the popup might be broken. check the archive for a better copy if you want to save a copy. please keep in mind that these are photos i’ve taken myself, and you should (if you’re any sort of decent person) credit me. if you want to use any of these photos in your own publications (including websites) please get my permission or at least credit me and link to my site.
ta.

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