| Four chairs for me |
[Jul. 12th, 2008|04:40 pm] |
Energy levels: 25% - - - Arm extension: 1.5 inches - - - Funny looks: 56. Uhf! I just carried four dining chairs on the subway along with rest of my shopping. O_x I probably need a car... Still, almost worth it for the endorphin hit at the end. Sexeh.
Barfly tonight! ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) dj_no_name celebrates 40 years of aliveness and 10 years of DJing@Bedlam with a charity birthday night. Includes Infest acts! Let's drink for charity! 250 karma points! I love shouting!! |
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| There and back again |
[Jul. 5th, 2008|09:50 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Infected Mushroom: Echonomix | ] |
Harebo's tip for the day - don't get hammered in a different town when you have work in the morning... x___x
But backstory! Last night self ventured into sunny Paisley for the Andrew Weatherall gig/club night at Club 69 (titter), alongside local figures arachnademus and deepfriedmango. 'Twas electrotastic! Totally crowded, dark and sweaty with no air conditioning, just like clubs used ta be! Got chatting to a random 35-year-old who felt like he was the oldest guy there... I found it amusing and charitable to call him 'Junior' all night. Also less confusing, since his actual name was 'Maz'...
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I love the West End! It's full of rubbish!
West End rubbish often consists of perfectly good furniture like the sweeeet extending wooden dinner table we found in our street and shamelessly staggered off with. Srsly, I'd expect to see it in a charity shop for, like, 70 quid. Or, in our dining room, gratis. Now to steal some chairs!
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So, my bank card expired. And the replacement was sent to my ex's, who sent it back. And now I can't access my cash unless I physically walk into a bank, which I physically can't do as I'm as physically at work all day. (Well, not that physically.) So, no cash for me until my next day off and no new card for two weeks! Teach me to change my banking address sooner. -___-
Bugger, missed this month's comic artists meetup. We did get a bit carried away with our impromptu furniture-assembling party...
Anyway, just need to watch last week's Doctor Who (the Time Lord fae Paisley - see a pattern?  ) and I'm almost all caught up. Nae spoilers! |
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| Girls! Girls! Girls! |
[Jun. 28th, 2008|04:05 am] |
Well, the Catty was a bit naff after all. Cryotec numbers have gone way down in the last year, to the point where I really didn't recognise anyone, not even anyone we wanted to punch. We left after 40 minutes.
....And went to a strip club! Dead classy, us. My kinda girl, not only does Washu not mind her boyf' going to a saucy nudefest, she actually suggests it in the first place. She so lesbionic...
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Tonight/Sat, Bedlam @ Glasgow Uni! There will be camwhoring. |
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| Un Shun Who |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|11:50 pm] |
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| | dun-da-dun dun-da-dun dun-da-dun, oo-ee-ooo | ] |
Very well Doctor, I admit defeat. After 11 weeks of avoiding your adventures due to my long standing abhorrence of that Tate woman, I have decided to give your new series the opportunity to prove itself. I must say that the first five episodes were not terrible, and am currently acquiring the remainder. But you know, if only you'd pushed the right button at Xmas, you could have had Kylie instead... |
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| The arty in party |
[Jun. 24th, 2008|02:20 am] |
Ha, ya know, if it wasn't for slow moments at work I'd never do anything creative any more. Here's a little 10-second cashdesk doodle entitled The Paradox Of Self-Control. A robot can only move via his remote control. But to move his fingers, he must first activate the controls which move his fingers. O MAI GOD PARADOKS! Well, beats making paper hats.
Hope Street Studios Summer Party
...had a totally tropical taste. Self and stargirl_washu climbed to the summit of Glasgow's cloud-dwelling comic studio (producers of Northern Lightz, We3 and the mighty All-Star Superman, squee) for their annual midsummer bash. All four rooms were nicely packed with humans familiar, unknown and long-unseen! As a surreal bonus all the party gizmos - mini laser shows, voice changer et al - were clearly Maplin products. Been selling these things all year and now I get to play with 'em, nyuk nyuk. And four hours after I left I was selling them again. No rest for the hung over... ((-)__(-))
On that technote, just sold myself a pair of video senders so I can watch Sky or a DVD wirelessly on any TV in the flat. Gooo technology! Pretty pointless o' course, as I barely watch DVDs, and any TV series I want to follow comes straight off the net. But still, gizmos! Made of bits! Whee! |
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| Infest me! |
[Jun. 13th, 2008|08:30 pm] |
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| | Juno Reactor: Mona Lisa Overdrive | ] |
"This email is just to let you know that your Infest ticket(s) have been dispatched today, Friday 13th"
Ghhh... would have preferred a less ominous date... O_o
I'm going to Infest! I've been wanting to attend this Bradford industrialfest for three years but never had the folding stuff. In fact, I like to think it was arachnademus' Infest '05 pix that got me into the cyber scene in da first place. "That looks like fun and everyone's a crazy neon glowing freak. I want some!"
Nobody we know (probably)
And in a complete change of scene... my face fuzz experiment has taken an exciting new direction! The Tony Stark is still on the cards, but right now I've got a My Name Is Earl thing going on. Not one but TWO separate persons at last night's GA meet opined that I was morphing into Mr. Hickey from the neck up. I just need to eat more pies.
It's Karma, man |
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| Caution: theme nights |
[Jun. 7th, 2008|03:30 am] |
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| | Cap: Mama Elephant | ] |
Thursday's Scottish Comics meetup - my first in months - took a strange turn as we slipped into Frankensteins after midnight and found ourselves in the middle of Rocky Horror cabaret night! Oh lawdy, there's old Frankenfurter mincin' aboot in his suspenders giein' it laldy. We'll be hiding over here, thanx.
Friday's theme was distinctly different. Dirty Dancing night at Reflex the 80's bar. What my girl wants, my girl gets... -__-;; My god, sensory overload! Every square inch is jammed with bright lights, garish colours and 80's icons - Rubik cubes and Space Invaders hanging from the ceiling, Mr. T and Knight Rider on the walls, tinsel wigs for sale... And it's PACKED! With hen parties and old people over 35. Not really my kinda crowd. (Oi, stop chatting up my bird, old bloke!)
80's fangirl Washu is in her element, if occasionally horrified at the sound of songs released in 1979 or 1990 (NON-80'S! FAIL!), while self, who actually lived through that decade - wasn't especially nostalgic. It's just all too familiar. Probably get into it after a couple hours of solid refreshment though.
But I really didn't need to see Hasselhoff in his pants. |
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| Where is your god now? |
[Jun. 2nd, 2008|07:45 pm] |
.....Till 3.
Maplin has a new deity! A customer left behind a curious piece of wood. I realised that this was actually the Earthly incarnation of Baalsa-Log, ancient god of retail, and built a shrine in his name. See his worshippers praise the custom bringer! Even the one with no head. We sacrificed a paper maiden to the god, and sold 15 screwdrivers.
Yes, it was a slow day. |
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| I Am Iron Beard |
[Jun. 1st, 2008|07:05 pm] |
Time to expand the soul patch... Washu-chan's insisting I adopt the Tony Stark face fuzz! I assume she means this:
....as opposed to this:
I dunno, looks a lot easier to manage. Pass the Scotch! |
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| May Misbehaviour |
[May. 30th, 2008|08:20 pm] |
Oof, look at me posting for the first time in over three weeks! That's gotta be an hbom record. I blame moving flat, initial lack of nets and crazy wacky Washutimes. And HULK NIPPLE TWEAKING!
Adventures this month, Flatwarming Second Stage was insane, sad and hilarious. GrantM is the ultimate party guest. Iron Man is my movie of the year and not just cos I've been reading his comics since the 80's. The infamous after-credits sequence was a bit of a let down though. Having watched EVERYONE ELSE leave the theatre, only Washu and I remained, smug in the knowledge that they were missing out. Half a minute to the scene, Washu whiles away the seconds by reading the Cineworld magazine.
( Spoiler! )
I'm going to watch it again and pretend to be surprised this time. ;____;
Monox@Soundhaus was also awesome for all concerned.
Grant touched a girl!
I became delicious! And everyone danced like eejits.
Work also continues to be fun. Served Ford Kiernan twice this week and Karen Dunbar was in again, but Greg Hemphill remains elusive. C'mon, I want the set!
Everybody wants Domo
Introduced Washu to my sister and her kids (a more genki sugar-fuelled bunch you never saw), and to the guys at the Hope Street comic studios, from where she somehow managed to emerge with a big stack of free manga. Ah, the old Washu charm. X)
I love my sexy new external hard drive, glowing menacingly and 8 times larger than both of my internals put together. Of course that ain't hard with my old clunker. Imagine finally getting your hands on Portal and not having enough hard disc to load it on.... ;_;
OK, we have surprise guest entry to Dawn and co's Ministry aftershow @ Barfly tonight so we should be checkin it oot. And Bedlam tomorrow! Good times, transform and roll out! |
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| Flatwarm time! |
[May. 5th, 2008|11:05 pm] |
If like me you missed the first stage party, here's another. All F-list welcome! Even GrantM! But not my ex, she's a bitch. Whoo!! MAP-CHAN |
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| Too good to last |
[Apr. 24th, 2008|06:35 pm] |
It's all going great. I've lasted a year in a great job, money in the bank, I have an awesome new flat, a new flatmate, and a new girlfriend who I have more in common with than any in living memory. So what's the problem? My flatmate detests my girlfriend.
Not in an oh-god-not-her-again kind of way, but a girlfriend-insulting-not-talking-to-you-as-long-as-you're-dating-her way. He's given no explanation for this, but the tension at home is distinctly unpleasant. When Washu visits I pretty have to sneak her into my room so as not to piss him off any more or cause an unpleasant scene that neither of us want. I feel like a teenager sneaking his girlfriend past his parents.
True enough, our flatsharing was agreed on the proviso that I wasn't dating Washu, which at the time was perfectly true. Now, of course we're a couple and it's too late for him to change his mind. Not planned! No regrets! I've never lied about our couple status as you appear to think. I'm sorry you hate my girlfriend for whatever reason, but I think she's lovely and totally misunderstood. Get over it.
It's got to the petty level that we're planning SEPARATE FLATWARMINGS. His is tomorrow (certain people asked to stay away, of course), while mine is next week... for one thing I'm not prepared for guests yet in my unfurnished abode. Seats and drinking glasses and box-free walking space add something to a party, I feel. Feel free to attend one/both/none.
Washu is naturally confused and hurt by this behaviour - me, I'm fucking raging. I've just escaped one angry unreasonable flatmate, I'm not accepting another. I'm heading home now to get to the bottom of this enmity once and for all. See all you flatwarmers tomorrow where you can hear aaaall about it. Comments screened. |
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| She's a star |
[Apr. 20th, 2008|10:50 pm] |
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| | Jason Donovan, probably | ] |
Ahem. Okay, just to put the ol' GA rumour mill out of a job, I can confirm that yes, your suspicions are correct - stargirl_washu and I are coupling like bunnies.
I swears, nobody is more surprised than us! Only ten days ago I was out with my little drinking buddy Washu on her birthday night out, helping her get together with her on-again-off-again guy Graeme, even getting her dressed up like a proper lady with a dress an' heels and ladythings, and watching her stress out without a cabbit on her back. Buuut he didn't even show... you know what these rock 'n' roll types are like.  We actually hooked up at Soundhaus the next night (yes, THAT Saturday - one for the archives indeed.)
I know we've been joined at the hip for months... and our old nightclub camwhore photos look totally coupley (exhibit A), but we were both dating other people at the time. It's like everybody knew we were a couple except us...
Also, nobody's more surprised than me that my girlfriends are getting YOUNGER instead of older. ¬.¬; In my defence, my crash-space saviour was totally born in the wrong decade and lives in the 80's world of my teenybopper days. Add in our mutual likies of Asterix, 4Chan, anime titles and party-party-party and we have a younger, genkier, female version of me WITH MIGHTY BOOBS.
I know our unholy union is some people's idea of a bad plot twist, but we're both much happier than we've been in ages and hope you'll support our unexpected development. Okay, neko's out of the bag, back to work everyone! |
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| CarnEvil! |
[Apr. 19th, 2008|01:05 pm] |
Who likes carnival? Who likes dressin' up? Who likes fire-breathing burlesque dancers, poi and balloon animals? Join our adventures at Digital Harlot @ Barfly tonight! Hope you like industrial and breakcore too...
Altnation thread * DH Myspace
Thanks for all your comments about my recent 'unpleasantness', glad to know I wasn't overreacting. =D Good news is, we have the flat! penfy's already moving in and I'll be moving some stuff over tomorrow. I'll miss staying at Washu's though, at least it has internets. And furniture. ^.^
Okay, we're off shopping for something crazy to wear. Hasta la vista. |
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| Now this is the story all about how..... |
[Apr. 17th, 2008|12:20 am] |
...My life got flip turned upside down.
Last Saturday, one for the archives. It started so innocuously, with my dear ex/flatmate/landlady stealing my keys again as I left for work... just because she can. I don't have time to argue.
But it gets better! Jetted off to the Hillhead comic fair in my lunch break, magically meeting Sanj/Pyriel/random otaku on the subway and leading them there in my infallable navigational style (i.e. choice of two directions. Luckee!). I have 15 minutes to do a circuit of the hall, saying a quick hello to the long-unseen guys of Northern Lightz and Khaki Shorts alongside other Scottish Comics Groupsters peddling their wares (or in the case of back issues, back peddling. Badomp-tish.) It's fast but it's fun! Back to work.
But it gets worse. As soon as I left for work that morning, my harpy of an ex-girlfriend called in her secret mob of bastards, packed all my worldy goods into an open-topped van and drove through the Glasgow weather to Cathcart, where she presented my stunned parents with a gardenful of boxes before driving off. She then marches into my work with her new pet boyfriend and informs me I won't be setting foot in her flat again. Apparently she can't wait another week till I officially move out, and that two thousand quid I just gave her just isn't cutting it...
Well, shit.
But it gets better! It's uberclub the Soundhaus's tenth birthday! LET'S GO! The night and the venue are full of awesome alongside our party posse of stargirl_washu, arachnademus + Mango Paul, plus other familiars in celebration mode. Might as well end the day on a high note.
So where am I living? Not at my parents, which is an hour away from my work and doesn't even have room for another body, but in Queen St. studentland with my genki saviour stargirl_washu. My ex's behaviour has sickened everyone who hears about it, and rightly so. I could forgive a scenario whereby I arrive home to find my world in a removal van and her proclaiming "Pack yer toothbrush, yer leaving" - I am, after all, "an inconvenience" - but to wait until I was out and then toss my life out like a bag of rubbish is beyond disgusting. Right now 20 years of comics, manga and my original artwork is sitting under a tarpaulin in my parents' garden as they don't have room inside. Let's hope it doesn't rain huh?
Jennifer Fellows, I will never forgive you for this. I have few enemies in this world, but feel privileged that you are top of the list. |
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| Fanboy social |
[Apr. 9th, 2008|12:15 am] |
YES!
NO!
Giant arses, I'm working that day. Guess I'll tube over in my lunch break, but how much geeking can I get done in 20 minutes? Don't worry, I'm a professional. |
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| The Dawning of a New Age |
[Apr. 7th, 2008|12:30 am] |
.....29 again, huzzah! I'm getting pretty good at it now.
Many thanx to all who sent me happy thoughts and those who showed up for what turned out to be a TRIPLE birthday night oot. Both robei, and claude_van_dam's good lady Christine were also there celebrating a +1 in years this week. Consider my old school pal Eddie getting older the day before and stargirl_washu on the 10th, plus the other birthdaymakers on my F-list this week and I'm thinkin' it's birthday season! Just a pity we never bumped into my little sister's mob's hen party, that woulda been funny. 
And special no-thanks to my charming ex and begrudging flatmate who celebrated my special day by picking petty fights with me, threatening to call the police because I'm squatting (i.e. still here almost a week after my tentatively-planned moving out day), symbolically deleting our home phone number off my mobile, and finally heading off to her night shift, stealing my flat keys as she'd lost her own and obliging me to kip on Washu's floor after my night out. You'd think me paying her over TWO THOUSAND QUID as thanks for her financial assistance over the past two years might count for something. Ah well, it'll all be over soon if the new flat I viewed that morning pans out.
And thus, with my new age, a New Age! |
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| Birthday Pub Crawl schedule... |
[Apr. 4th, 2008|11:40 pm] |
....maintains its nebulousness, for 'tis Saturday in the big city, and who knows where we'll get to park our arses. Good starting point is The Ark by George Square at 8pm. After that you know the drill.
Oooh, almost midnight. I shall sleep now, and when I awake I'll be a beautiful butterfly!
God I'm sounding gay in my old age. |
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| The weekend starts there |
[Apr. 2nd, 2008|11:40 pm] |
Oh-keh, for my Saturday birthnight festivities I choose Glitter Bitch @ Barfly, if only cos they play some dirrrty electro till 3 in the ay-em. If you're reading this and your name contains vowels, you're invited! Yes, even you! Bring your funky neighbours!
For the pre-11pm schedule I imagine there will some form of public house activity. Why not digi-word me on 0775 174 1763 and see where we're at?
SATURDAY 5TH APRIL - BEST SATURDAY OF THE WEEK! |
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| More plz |
[Apr. 2nd, 2008|12:00 am] |
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Shocking, I've just eaten a whole packet of brownies just to see what would happen. If I'm not careful I'll start getting a tummy. And it's bikini season! |
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