There are no words to explain how much I owe to Amanda Palmer's new record Theatre is Evil. I have barely turned it off. I dance and cry and laugh and hide under my covers to it every day. It gets me out of bed and has made me feel things I'd forgotten. Not all welcome feelings, but important, sad, beautiful ones. I have had Bottomfeeder buried in my head ever since I first heard it. I was sitting on my bed with Anna and simply burst into tears half way through. My larynx felt like it was being pulled out of my throat. I was feeling a pain that I should have let myself feel many years ago but never did. I still get that feeling every time I hear it, though it's not as bad as the first listening. As awful as it is at the time, when the song finishes I breath fresh air and am just a little more okay with everything. It's always swimming around in my head which and I felt like it was a shame not to capture that passion I had for it somehow... I couldn't help but record it and put it somewhere and get it out of my system to an extent. It was so liberating. So, yeah. Here, if you haven't seen. My first recording of anything ever. Unless you count my year 10 reciting of the periodic table that I used to play while falling asleep to memorise it.
...but you probably have seen it because I put it everywhere in the hope that it was terrible, someone would politely tell me and I could take it down as quickly as possible.
I know my singing is average at best but I've never really sung at all. The entire idea of myself singing is rather alien. Is that strange? I mean, I have loved and listened to music since I can remember but always felt unworthy to sing along to it. I guess that's something I've finally taken from Amanda...The idea of doing something because you love it and feel it, which will make it beautiful, irrelevant of how technically good it is. I wouldn't mind if people said they disliked it but no one has (yet). People are being so supportive and wonderfully constructive; giving me voice exercises and abundant encouragement and love. I'm not looking for a career out of making music but I'd definitely be up for getting better at it. I am so overjoyed that people are taking time out of their lives to help me and not to be negative. It's amazing.
So really, what I wanted to say is thank you to everyone. You are all beautiful and I love you all.
...and thank you Amanda & GTO for making such phenomenal art, all the time and everywhere. You can pay whatever the hell you want for the album HERE
Okay.
So, I haven't written anything here in a couple of weeks. It seems that I only blog when I really should be doing something else. At the moment, that something is sleeping.
Sleeping is for the dead. Or something.
Firstly, exams were a horrible mess that I'd rather just forget. So I am. No talking about exams. I get the dreaded results on the 16th so that's something to look forward to I don't think.
The last month has really been a time to get my shit together.
well...
My thoughts together at least. My life is chronically unstable and I like it that way. I had stable once. It's not for me.
So. Things I have done in dot form in the last month. In no particular order. Dot form is what my brain can do tonight.
I backed A LOT of Kickstarter and Pozible campaigns...No regrets. They are all amazing projects and I'm so excited for when they're finished and my mailbox gets filled with awesome things that I HELPED CREATE. JOY. I'll post up some new noteworthy campaigns soon too methinks.
I bought a toy accordion + learnt to play happy birthday on it. (LOVE)
I made a finger puppet for the wondrous Heather Christian to with her luck for her NY gig...
...there was much rejoicing at both ends.
She also happened to me send the most amazing thing I have ever received in the mail. I stumbled out of my house at about 1pm, still in my pink monkey pyjamas. I'm so glad that I did.
It made my month. I'm yet to find a frame worthy of the lion.
My sister and I made felt brooches for our English teacher who is moving to Margaret River. Well, she's my sister's English teacher now. She was my English teacher. Now she is just a friend. She is wonderful and inspirational and I really hope she never reads this blog or I fear she will disown me for my terrible spelling, grammar and general lameness.
I made mother a sunflower brooch for her 50th. After hours of crazy cross-eyed stitching she asked me why I hadn't actually bought her anything. Oh well, can't with them all I suppose.
I met more of the people coming to my Amanda Palmer House Party (!!!) and we've started planning amazing things. We must hold back. I can't start planning it 8 months in advance or I might have a nervous breakdown and not be able to even see a piano without hyperventilating. So much excitement.
I started reading Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman a little while ago and am slowly pulling myself through it. I know that sounds negative but it's hasn't got anything to do with the book. I just haven't read much over the past months. I am constantly stopping and rereading passages. Savouring them; keeping beautiful, poignant sentences fresh in my mind.
I've started writing and drawing lots. I'm not sure if I want to put them up here or not.. I like them but will anyone else? I don't know. Only one way to find out I suppose...
I am meeting amazing people and doing shit I never dreamed of. It feels pretty fucking excellent.
This is just the beginning. I don't know where to start in terms of explaining so I won't just yet.
Maybe one day soon I'll be more articulate.
My brain is a scrambled, hungover mess. It has lots of things inside it though. Great ideas. Ideas I'm rather proud of. Maybe I'll share them soon. Maybe.
This song has been swimming around my head for weeks. It's inspired me to try going vegan again after exams...or at least, guilt has convinced me to do it.
For those who didn't back Amanda Palmer's Kickstarter, it's going to be on her next album Theatre is Evil. It's being released in September and you should DEFINITELY check it out.
I drew this while attempting to bash maths into my brain. The idea was fish trapped and swimming to infinity. I kind of like the idea...imagine if someone with some actual artisic ability drew it?!
I would love to learn print making and do this properly. Maybe one day...
So yeah. It's pretty fucking great.
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I got a tumblr today pretty much solely to follow this:
...and to post more pictures of my cat on the internet. The internet needs more cats I tell you!
Sad...but beautiful. My favourite post is Jerk Teddybear.
I'm not sold on the idea of tumblr, mainly because I've only seen it being used by my sisters to reblog thinspiration photos and other ridiculous things...so any other recommendations would be welcome. I'm going to have a lot of time to myself in two weeks and what better way to use it then find cool shit on the internet...right?
I called it that because I like alliterations and swimming with stockings on. If you'd never tried it, you must. It changes your life. Plus, it sounds hip enough, right? I'm going to fit in really well.
I don't know how it works really yet...I'll figure it out after these godawful exams and inevitably become addicted to it as I am with all other social networking sites. Such is life.
This week has been a massive struggle between finding time to do the things I really need to do and experiencing everything I want to. I've been ill for two weeks now and desperately need to catch up on the things I've missed (mostly done now) but there is SO MUCH happening outside the sphere of university life. It's quite distracting.
Alice and I are rubbing noses. She started it.
First and foremost...
I'M HOSTING AN AMANDA FUCKING PALMER HOUSE PARTY!
FUCK. YES.
I could not be any more excited about it without becoming physically ill. As I'm writing, Amanda's Kickstarter is quickly approaching 17,000 backers with an average of about $50 pledged per person. The money is going towards her new album/tour/art book and it's sounding RIDICULOUS already.You can get the first single FREE from her website now!
I need to actually blog about this properly rather than keeping on just mentioning it like this. One day. It will be a long blog. There will be lots of feelings.
SHE JUST REACHED $800k!
Anyway. To life.
I went to see Kimbra Monday night. She is gorgeous and her band and songs have evolved into something truly spectacular since seeing them last year at The Astor and later Southbound 2012. When she runs on stage with those unreal legs with a huge grin on her face you can see her get lost in the joy of performing. It's infectious. I found myself staring at the amazing woman in front of me thinking 'this is the shit. She's made it. Completely. Move over world, etc.'
Then I looked a little closer...
I don't mean to assume I could read her every thought...but I sensed something that worried me. She looked put off when even the smallest thing went wrong. Things that nobody else cared about that she was bringing unnecessary attention to. The time that comes to mind first is when she was playing Wandering Limbs and was struggling with the vocal distortion...Which she was doing all live; a feat in itself. She ended up starting the song again, apologising profusely. It was clear that she was beating herself up about it. It was a little heartbreaking.
It sometimes slips my mind that this unbelievably talented, mature woman is only 22- less than 2 years older than me. She must be plagued with insecurities like anyone in their early 20s...maybe that's why she insists on the costume changes and such...filling up her performances with distractions...maybe? I don't know. All I know is that she doesn't need it. I guess she hasn't been around long enough to know she has it in the bag yet.
I thought about this shit while walking to my car. When is the right time to consider ourselves successful? I think I'm a complete failure some days but whenever I voice this, people tell me that I'm talking rubbish and studying physics and chemistry at university is success in itself. Maybe I'll never be completely satisfied with my life and my achievements. Maybe no one is.
Then I thought of this:
My heart lightened. We already have it all if we're doing what we love. I wish Kimbra knew it too.
Hello.
I am stuck in a fickle. I was going to write a blog this week...and then decided against it numerous times. I actually started typing, had almost finished and then deleted it all a few days ago. I'm going to attempt one now as my brain is to mushed to attempt to finish my lab report but there are too many thoughts in my head to allow sleep just yet so...here. bleurgh.
Firstly, I am terrified of my blog turning into too much of a self-absorbed, angst-ridden teenager's diary. I guess that's what it is...but shh, don't tell anyone. I want to write about things that have happened in my life for myself more than anything else, as I've said in previous blogs. It helps me truly appreciate and remember the good things that have happened and I always finish writing them feeling a buzz of achievement. Feelings consisting of:
YES. MY LIFE HAS MEANING. I DO THINGS AND THEY'RE REALLY FUCKING GREAT SOMETIMES.
Which is good. Thinking about good things is pleasant.
So first, I will talk about music.
There have been SO MANY gigs I have been to in the past few weeks that really deserve mentioning. I will at least tell mention Florence and the Machine. She is one spectacular woman. Her unbelievable voice paired with her captivating stage presence made me literally cry with happiness. She spun and leapt around the stage, maintaining her vocals effortlessly. In contrast, her quaint mannerisms while speaking and humble appreciation of her audience was a beautiful thing to behold. This is a shitty photo from my phone for you. I only took two, I promise. I'm not one of 'those' people who has their phone up the entire night...
The things that I had against the evening were no fault of her own. Maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental but I really wish that musicians like Florence didn't play at the Burswood Dome. Yes, it's fucking enormous and the stage is ridiculously large and well supervised but the sound is shit. I don't know why. I should look into the physics of it...but something to do with the pressure in the dome makes the music sounds like it's being played really far away or in an outdoor venue. The atmosphere isn't right. I don't know. I will figure it out and have another massive whinge about it.
Big also means douche bags. You can never escape them and Florence's crowd was pretty full of them. Fucking Perth. One man actually pretended to be having an psychotic episode just so he could get a little way in front of me. The motherfucker was tall too. What an insensitive creep. Who does that?
BUT YES. Yay, Florence is beautiful but I'd really like it if next time she does a few smaller gigs at better venues. They would still be able to have spectacular stage design in other places I'm sure. Belvoir? At least having to drive for a few hours to get there would sift out some of the massive douches. Sigh.
In other (but still music related) news, CROWD FUNDING IS GOING CRAZY RIGHT NOW. I plan to dedicate a blog to it soon as there are many very exciting things happening that I can properly articulate right now. Too tired. Too sick.
BUT.
HAVE A LOOK AT THESE:
Amanda Palmer KILLING IT on KICKSTARTER:
The beautiful Tom Dickins and OUR NEW ALBUM (yay!)
and none other than the BEN FOLDS FIVE people! http://www.pledgemusic.com/projects/benfoldsfive
It didn't have a cool widget on the site but I've given you the link above so GO LOOK! IT'S BEN FOLDS FIVE FOR FUCKSAKE!
I am so excited about all of these projects and seeing how they develop. THIS IS THE FUTURE OF MUSIC so you better go and see what it's going to be like.
Epic. That's what. No lowsy labels. No rules. Freedom.
Okay, I think I have almost loved Melbourne enough on this thing...and I have recent life developments which I want to talk about.
LIKE MY HAIR! It's about 2cms long now! Exciting!
...and other things that are far more exciting than that, I promise.
Yana and I went to Melbourne Zoo the Thursday we were there (26-04). The animals were in fine form and their keepers were well informed and engaging. It is obvious that their breeding programs the zoo were working and were well publicised throughout the zoo, allowing visitors to look behind the scenes and view many enclosures of young animals. Perth Zoo has amazing breeding programs in place too but the public awareness of this fact is less than adequate. It was great to know that the $20 I paid for entry was going to be invested in both public awareness and conservation. Not to mention recycled water and paper was used throughout the entire place. Gosh darn, these kids have thought of everything.
The monkeys were adorable and their enclosures were absolutely amazing. Below is a (fairly poor quality) picture of baby and its parents. Cuteness overload.
Butterfly house! I miss the Perth one so much...
I'd post the rather homoerotic photo of two lions but I'm scared it'd get flagged or some shit. I also can't be fucked finding my camera. I'm guessing that particular breeding program isn't going too well...
So yeah guys. The next time you're in Melbourne this place deserves a god damn visit.
That night I went out with a friend to see Mojo Juju at The Toff. She features in Kim Boekbinder's music video for "Stalker". That is literally all I knew about her. She was unlike any other performer I had seen. Awesome.
The Toff also stood up to its admirable reputation, complete with adjoining rooftop bar and restaurant below. I was pretty much in heaven.
We then traipsed on over to Cherry Bar where it was Soul Night. Such fun!
The next night was most people's last in Melbourne so we all met up at The Corner Hotel to see An Horse. I've been wanting to see the place ever since Megan Washington broke the standing record for the number of sellout shows there (five!).
[I just have to pause this blog to eeek at Amanda Palmer RTing me. Twitter is going crazy on me. I need a life...]
ANYWAY. The Corner is a beautiful venue complete with excellent sound and red curtains that open and close in between sets. An Horse completely rocked it and they were lovely when I stumbled over my words when I met them after. Crush totally developing.
I really need to end this Melbourne love-fest at some point so I will leave you with these dew things...
1) Lawrence Greenwood is a total babe. He sang old Whitley songs and his new songs and read poetry. All the good things.
2)When walking down Brunswick street to get to Lawrence Greenwood on my final night I was caught in a moment. It was growing dark and raining ever so softly. I had never felt more at home in a place. My eye's welled up with tears as I silently said goodbye to the beautiful city. A city I hope to soon call my home.
That is all. I will stop myself there or I may never stop.
Today an armed man held up a service station and a bottle shop. I walked down that same street about half an hour later, completely oblivious to the fact. I sat in a coffee shop on that same street for two hours; wondering what the waitresses were all talking animatedly about. At that same time, a student was held up and by the man and his keys demanded from him. It scares me how easily my day could have turned from relatively simple and pleasant to a nightmare. It makes my stomach twist and throat throb.
Alice is twitching in her sleep beside me. I hope she is dreaming of something nice.
I know I want to say things today but I'm at a complete loss of where to start. People much smarter than me have been posting some very poignant blogs in the past few days which have really astounded me and forced me into really thinking about things. Some of them wonderful thoughts...some of them I'd rather not acknowledge. They are so without hope. So against humanity. I won't talk about them. I'll try and scoop the good ones out and ramble on about them.
The hair on my head is growing nicely. It's still less than an inch long but I'm really not phased by it. I'm currently living by the philosophy that I'm not letting anyone think it's unattractive. I'm being confident and unapologetic about it and that seems to detract any negativity. It is just hair after all and I did raise a lot of money for an amazing cause so that's pretty hot in my books. Fuck anyone who thinks differently.
Amanda Palmer posted something on twitter so excellent Saturday morning this week that I had to screen capture it and post it to facebook too. Now it's on my blog (left). I also wrote it on my bathroom mirror. It deserves to be everywhere. What happened after that is history, somehow ending with a tumblr being created of all the people that had twittered in their armpits on a friday night. Seeing all those pits was fabulously inspiring. I actually came to the conclusion of doing it myself actually. Not shaving that is... Then my social concious reared it's ugly head and I was left horridly confused.
I then started to wonder how much of this social concious was formed by the people immediately around me that I cared about and how much was from the distant media and just my own head. I haven't let anyone really hate on my head and they haven't. I've had more compliments on my appearance from friends and strangers alike in the past month than I can remember in my lifetime. This gives me so much hope in a way...people will hopefully respect me regardless of what I do to my body. I was back on the beauty freedom
bandwagon.
I went to help with physics demonstrations today at uni and saw many staff I had not seen for the past month. They did not know that I had done the shave and didn't even recognise me. There was incomprehension on their faces as I tried to explain the Greatest Shave and my fundraising. Possibly even tinged with a little pity. One man I know rather well said with a snigger that he thought I was a boy. He followed the snigger with a quick apology. Hey, I don't care if people think I look like a boy. I'd be offended if someone likened me to cottage cheese but not something that I share pretty much all my basic DNA with.
Basically, I was surprised that some people in the physics department were the ones most shocked by me shaving my head. The people I know who seem to care about their appearance the LEAST were judging me. Maybe they just didn't understand the fundraising exercise?
After, I came to the realisation that just because they aren't following the beauty standards displayed in magazines, doesn't mean they don't follow rules. I think they are aware of how they look. How they reacted to my change of appearance made that obvious. The aim of the slightly socially inept: appear 'normal' and blend in as much as possible. This seems to be the trend amongst many of the hardcore science kids. It has been a long established fact in popular culture that nerds and geeks are unkempt: slightly unwashed, miscellaneous block colour shirt and a haircut so dull that cannot be described or commented on. Their aim is not freedom but invisibility-struggling over mere existence. Nerds are shown in the same way in mainstream media... their always the sweet, bumbling fools. The sidekick to the hero. Not enough substance for a leading role. Living in a shadow of obscurity and lack of self-expression. I couldn't imagine anything less empowering.
Fuck that. I can have imagination and learn quantum physics. I can wear a garter and stockings to my chemistry labs if I want to. Being a scientist and being a human being and being a scientist shouldn't be mutually exclusive. I'll do what I feel and make no apologies. No one can criticize what's done with confidence. I'll live how I want now because who knows when a man with a gun will hold me up in the street and demand my keys.
I have so much more to write about but maybe I'll do that when my brain is a little less mushy and more articulate. I finally got round to writing this at 2am. not the best start.
Firstly, I am a terrible blogger. I apologise almost sincerely. I don't think I even have the right to call myself a blogger really...I haven't written anything in more than a month. I do have reasons though. I will list them. Here.
1) I was a bit sad and people constantly blogging about sad things shit me.
2) I just started up uni again so I'm not necessarily any busier, just feel like I should look like it.
3) I've made a very decent effort to read more books. I am doing this and it's fantastic. I am enjoying the lack of a computer screen a great deal.
I would like to introduce you to my new favourite band. They're called The Jane Austen Argument and reside in Melbourne. I saw them when they supported the Dresden Dolls earlier in the year...they were absolutely charming and beautiful musicians. They've just released their début album and it makes my heart hurt in a good way.
They are unsigned and sell all their music through Bandcamp which means all the money from sales goes directly to them- how it should be. You can listen to their whole album here:
If you've never had a look at Bandcamp I suggest you do immediately. It's full to the brim with amazing artists that fly below the radar of popularity but are just. fucking. incredible. Your life will change.
The current mainstream distribution of music is becoming ridiculous. With faceless labels pumping out cold, unloved records you can see why so many people resign themselves to downloading music illegally. It's easier and obviously cheaper... what Bandcamp manages to do is provide a platform for artists to upload and sell their own music online for whatever price they choose (usually cheap as chips or free with the request of a donation) without the middle man giving them shit. How could you not love it? According to the Bandcamp website:
"Albums outsell tracks 5 to 1 (in the rest of the music buying world, tracks outsell albums 16 to 1).
On name-your-price albums, fans pay an average of 50% more than the minimum."
It encourages my faith in people and music and art in general. Beautiful.
I must admit, I knew very little about Neil Gaiman until he married Amanda Palmer. After stalking him on twitter for a month or two I decided that he seemed like the sort of author I wouldn't mind giving money to. I've started with something short and easy; his most recent children's/adult's/everybody's novel The Graveyard Book. It follows the childhood of a boy named Bod, short for Nobody. He is raised by the ghosts of a graveyard as his parents and sister were killed by the story's antagonist Jack. He's a creepy fellow. His writing style is beautifully clear. Almost lyrical. I don't want to say much about the storyline as I feel like it should be discovered for oneself but the ending was so poignant and endearing. I cried in the middle of a cafe at university surrounded by friends as I finally closed the book. I am a hopeless case.
If you enjoyed books like To Kill a Mockingbird and Jasper Jones then I cannot recommend this enough to you. It's definitely not just a children's book.
As I said on my previous blog, I'm taking part in The World's Greatest Shave. I am the only Xanthea to shave her head this year! I know, it excites you more than it excites me. I pretty much just a bunch of friends to come to my house, drink cider and go crazy with my locks. It was excellent fun. My Mother cried but I think she's almost used to it now...and I've raised $1,800 so far! Look!
I am sometimes overwhelmed with people's generosity. It is truly heart-warming.
This is a recent history of my hair in picture form.
A couple of weeks earlier...WITH A IGUANA!
Mid way through...
Ta-DAAAAhhhh!!!
Speaking of picture form, I'm taking a picture a day of my head and then putting them all together in a time lapse video. My hair will look like it's on crack. I'm pretty goddamn excited.
There are some novelties to being bald that I hadn't anticipated...these include:
The feeling of air conditioning on my naked scalp is indescribable. almost orgasmic. wonderful.
People are constantly playing with my head. The hair feels amazing and I'm definitely not complaining about and almost constant head massage.
Head on pillow feels like Velcro. THAT is bizarre.
People constantly feel the need to say I look nice. I don't consider myself all that vain but it's really nice to hear all the same.
Complete strangers have started coming up and talking to me and asking me about it. It's a convenient conversation starter! Win! I thought people would try to ignore it and be weird. Most aren't.
OTHER THINGS that I cannot think of currently but will mention when I do. Promise.
I don't know how to stop these things so I will now. Cheerio chaps, I will strive to more regularly update my life to you invisible people. Who knows, someone out there one day might be interested in the incongruent ramblings of a 20 year old bald vegetarian girl. Stranger things have happened, right?
I feel okay saying that my week has been fantastically busy.
The only reason I’m really writing this now is that I have a spare 40 minutes
and no internet connection in my room a million miles away from the
router. There’s no better time than this
to document my week and I really do feel as though I need to, even just for my
brain’s sake. Writing it all down is my
muggle pensive.
First of all, I managed pretty much a full sober weekend at
a great little place called Amplifier Bar. I say great but g&ts are a complete rip at $9.50 and
the floor is sticky and covered in glass by 9...what gets me in is the
music. You can’t help but dance when the DJ dives into some of The Cure after
dabbling in some Postal Service and then progressing into that song that you know you know from SOMEWHERE but just
can’t think of the name. I was there and completely sober from 9pm until about
3am on both Friday and Saturday and I loved every sticky, sweaty minute.
Friday we just went along because Friday Amps is good fun
with a lot of cute boys of the hipster variety scattered around. I’m usually too
terrified to spark up a conversation with them but still, it’s nice to see them
and know they exist. I hope they have kittens at home. Actually, I'm sure they do.
We went along again on Saturday because one of my favourite local
bands Voltaire Twins was having a fundraiser supporting their trip to South by
South West (SXSW) in a few weeks time. I
saw them live for the first time when I was completely gone at the uni end of
semester show about 4 months ago. I bought their Romulus ep. They signed it. I
had a proper listen to said ep and realised they were actually fantastic and it
wasn’t my rose stained intoxi-lenses getting me excited over nothing. So, I went to Fly-By Nightclub to properly
watch them play as they supported The Joe Kings (another awesome local band.
Have a looksies). It was a beautiful, Fremantle evening. They were wonderful again
this week. I suggest you have a look:
If you do like them then I suggest you donate to their American tour page through the link below. You get some wicked stuff if you do and I can’t think of a lovelier group of
people to give your spare change to.
For bands I love like Washington and The Grates, SXSW was
the start for them. It’s all brilliantly exciting.
So...post amps weekend I gained many awesome pacman based stamp overlays (WINNING) and had a pretty spectacular time
As for Wednesday...
Now, if you’ve read my other two blogs (I know, I’m a prolific
writer... ) you’ve probably gathered that I adore Amanda Palmer/The Dresden
Dolls. One day I will probably go into detail of exactly why I think she is so incredible. Today is not that day. I bring
this up because I went to a performance at The Perth Fringe Festival by a saucy
minx proclaimed Meow Meow. It was a bit of a gamble as I’d only ever seen her
on youtube covering The Dresden Dolls Song “Missed me”. She’s a cabaret comedy but I don’t want to
get into that because I think everyone should rock up to her gig as my friend
and I did; completely oblivious to who and what she is. All I want to say is
that she is one of the most spectacular and natural performers I have ever seen.
Like, Liza Minnelli standard. For real. Her pianist Lance Horne was pretty
great as well. You should have a look at both of their stuff.
That there is Meow Meow and AFP being ridiculous. The crowd participation is admirable.
After the gig we bought cds. They signed said cds and my
beautiful autograph book. I am falling more and more in love with those bound
pages each time a person I admire writes in it. One day I might scan some pages
on here, who knows. What really got me were Lance’s Amanda Palmer stories. Meow
Meow and AFP are best of friends so there was bound to be some. They had coffee
with her while she was deliberating dating Neil Gaiman and they attended her
beautiful little wedding to him. The engagement and wedding I read so much
about on her blog. Read it here if you haven't:
They had actually experienced that and I was hearing stories
from a first person source face-to-face. Fuck, I fan-girled so hard. I have no
regrets. Both Lance Horne and Meow Meow were incredibly appreciative and friendly.
Thank you to both. I never in my wildest dreams thought something like that would
happen to me.
Lance Horne told me he doesn’t like The Little Prince. He
even wrote a song about it. He likes
making puns about chemistry. He wrote a song about that too. Youtube it up
bitches.
Yes, there was a carbon dating pun in there. So good.
I came home the next morning to find this masterpiece in the mail.
I then made myself a glass of deliciousness. Notice jealous kitty in the background...
Life is wonderful.
That’s all I really have time to say. I have a lot more to
say. So much has happened. Didn't even mention going to the zoo. Shoot. For now this will do. I will become efficient and proficient
at this blogging business at some point. I hope you are all having a fantastic February.
Hello citizen of the universe who has stumbled across my neurons in letter form.
As I am sure you will soon find out, I am not an astounding writer or philosopher. I just find the idea of writing a blog a little liberating...putting your mind on a virtual platter and letting anyone see it wh
o wants to. Don't get me wrong, I have no misconceptions over how few people will actually read this. I find it quite comforting actually. The only person who I can think of that would even be a little interested in my vague ramblings are my parents and I doubt they know what a blog is.
So, why even bother you ask (if anyone is even there)? I always find more clarity and direction in my thoughts once I've written them down. I try not to write things down any more however as my parents did find those ramblings in a book next to my stash of other various mysterious items. I was cornered into a bit of a "talk" after that [fuckers].
I have a feeling that I am falling under a false sense of security now as to how secretive I am actually being.
Oh shit.
Half way through my first post and I am already considering the early bail.
...
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That is completely my problem. I cannot commit to the flippant decisions my brain makes. I feel as though the articulation of my reasoning is slowly flaking off around me. That's it, I have brain dandruff. It exists and it's a real problem. Usually caused by marinating a person's brain in a concoction of gin and cider, symptoms include crying over kitten videos on youtube and making abominable life decisions.
So yes dear friend, even though I probably don't know you and probably will never know you...I pity you because if you are reading this you just spent around a minute of your life reading my dribble. The dribble is non-refundable and you will never get that minute back, just like I won't get the hour I spent reading Amanda Palmer's wedding blog and the 4 hours I spent after that crying about how perfect it was.
