Crimes against taste

Aaaand it turns out that call centres is definitely not for me... Who didn't see that coming? This week has quite possibly been the most boring time I've spent... anywhere. Nonetheless, I've been offered another job selling crystals and I go and see people about it tomorrow, so it's on to better and more shiny things.
There has been the sewing of many catsuits, which will continue when the sewing machine comes back here... I should have six in a few days. You know you want one.
Also there has been Hero Questing, Nikki, I think that weeknights are better for it, given Aris' hours and Galen's new employment. It's so much better than I remember it.

So it occurred to me that I haven't updated this thing in ages. The past few weeks have been spent frantically looking for work, which is a very strange, exhausting business. No interviews come for weeks on end, then they all come at once. Last week I had three in one day, and they can be distressing affairs, the group interviews are the worst, I find myself surrounded by the kind of people who go for call centre interviews and the interviewer asks what I do in my spare time, I tell them I read and sew. "Great! What do you sew?" ... "Eeeeerrr... clooothes..." I chuckled about it later though. I also have to apply for a certain obligatory number of jobs, despite the fact that I've been offered one next Monday, so I go to these interviews, get offered the jobs and then turn them down, leaving me with the feeling that I've wasted everyone's time... and suffered an undue amount of stress to go with it. I spent last night and this morning in group interviews for a call centre job that I've just turned down.

Less with the boring though.

My family invited Aris and I down to a holiday house in Sorrento where there was much recuperation and a ferry trip to Queenscliff, where we ate fish & chips and then I found an old copy of At the Mountains of Madness by Lovecraft. Reading Lovecraft after eating fish & chips and then taking a ferry over water both does and does not a good combination make... it was amusing at least. Since then I've developed a voracious appetite for Lovecraft, to the exclusion of all other literature... especially Harry Potter! For those who aren't aware, Galen's back, we're spending our weekends simulating blasting each other into little pieces using toy soldiers, dice and maths. We are shameless geeks, it's fun.

Also time is fast approaching when paintballing tickets need to be used, so some more realistic blasting into little bits will occur in Port Melbourne soon.

I'm not sure if I should admit to it but the urge to go out at night and do... whatever it is I used to do at clubs seems to be very slowly, very quietly making itself apparent... I don't know if it'll happen, but it's a possibility.

And I finally got a chance to get photos of both Aris and Justine's catsuits, the lighting's pretty crap but anyway... ( They're under the cut. )

Timoth's been working on a series of photos, and requested my help with sewing for one of them. There's no nudity, but it's still inappropriate fun. It's still a work in progress, and also, copyright Timoth.

( NOT safe for work. )

Also, this is the post where I can be pressured to come out to Splatterball tonight. Anyone else going?

Yes. Aris took me to see Mike last night. It was sooooo good. I was concerned they were just going to play their album in a random order... but I was pleasantly surprised when they came out not only with a track from General Patton and the X-ecutioners, but they also closed on a Lovage track, which pleased me intensely. Too late though I realised that we should have been closer to the front, I didn't want to be squished when we got there so we stood at the back where all the people just stood with their arms crossed for the entire gig... I think they might have been hoping for a Faith no More concert... The support act were great too, they were a band called Tango Saloon with the drummer from Mr. Bungle who do Ennio Morricone sort of music. Much happiness all around. Throat hurts this morning.

Vaguely considering going again tonight... probably shouldn't be spending the moneys.

It's sunny but it's cold, I think this is the first time I've been happy to see the sun in months. It's winter sun, the kind that hovers over by the north horizon and lengthens shadows and makes it seem like evening all day long. Aris and I spent the morning in Kangaroo Ground at a house that backs on to the Yarra. It was very nice.

One unit of beasts and one wargor finished.

( Picture under cut )

Our neighbours have just been evicted. The rowdy violent ones who parked their cars in front of our garage and shouted "FUCKMEDEAD!" at all hours.

Which means...

There's going to be a house up for lease, not unlike ours, very soon. We'd very much like some agreeable neighbours and we're aware that some of you have been considering looking for another place... Is anyone interested in becoming our neighbourinoes?

[EDIT] See previous post for an example of our lovely morning views.

Winter be upon us.

It's called lycra_lovers, ten points to the first person to guess what it's about. If you're interested, feel free to join.

KISS THE DAEMON SWEATALASAURUS!

After seeing Cabaret with Zilla and Fyfe last night we found ourselves in a bar, but not just any bar, this bar was the single most madenning place I've ever been in, it was like the level on computer games where your character's just starting to go insane. For starters it was just that little bit too dark so that while everything seemed real it was very difficult for me tell what I was actually seeing. On entering, the place seemed to consist entirely of corridors because it was a rectangular room centered on a number of booths, but all these booths were closed by wooden sliding doors that made them look like walls, in these doors were mesh windows through which could be seen people but because of the light I couldn't tell if they were screens or mirrors and for a little while I was convinced that there were people trapped in the walls. Also, one long corridor that winds back on itself is not conducive to sanity... and the walls were squishy! The bar itself was packed and there were enough people behind there to be serving them all, but for some reason only one was doing so, and then it turned out to be one of those places that charge $4 for a bottle of water because it's imported from Tuscany and where the staff treat anyone who orders water like scum. Fyfe and I failed the required sanity test and fled pretty soon after arriving, then we stayed up until 4am drinking and playing card games.

( Meanwhile, click here for more photos. )

( Er, click this )

So Whim is now unemployed, which leaves me with time to do things... geek things, World of Warcrack was suggested but I think I'll be able to pass because Allan's getting me Hero Quest! Allan's going to be the wizard and Aris wants the elf, David may want the barbarian because I'm calling him Brucecles after the famous-chinned actor, or the hairy cat of the same name... Who wants to be the dwarf?

(fredchook, you're going to love the last one of these...)

( Dodgy medical equipment! )

David tends to leave the house around the time I wake up... He also tends to wake up around the time I wake up but this, I'm certain, is a matter of temporal physics best left the the Gallifreyans to discuss. On Wednesday I was stumbling downstairs and spotted David walking past me towards the garage. Said I to myself "he hasn't seen me, I will make a noise like a zombie..." And did, eliciting a degree of shock from said housemate, he was very pleased and professed to having been woken up properly. These things I considered and resolved that David likes a good scare in the morning, so today, finding myself up and about before him, and hearing him moving about in his room, I came downstairs and hid in the pantry, when I heard him in the same room as me, I lept out and said "Rahh!" He gave quite a shout, and then thanked me and went on his way.

Is this a bad habit to get into?

These are from the latest photo shoot arishes and I did with Koukei.

The first is Aris in one of my catsuits.
Also this one's got me in it.

Peter's work is amazing, and it's quite an honour to work with such a professional photographer, let alone one with such creativity, style and open mindedness to new ideas as he has.

Our house is being invaded by ants, they come through the walls, between the cracks, under the doors, I seal all the holes up with polyfilla but they keep coming, I think there's a hole above the cupboards but I can't find it, they get into the water jug and make little islands of struggling ants, the other night a bullant stung me in the palm, now my palm is swollen. Who invented these things? What were they thinking? What possible purpose do the little bastards serve? My sincere wish is this: that a mutant strain of six foot long ants develops and causes anarchy, thus forcing me to acquire a chainsaw through means legal or otherwise and take my rage out on all their mutated exoskeletal hides. Then I would be sated.

Also, high adventure in a world of magic! I want them all, how do I get them?

[EDIT] I don't want the whiskey keyrings, I thought I should clarify that.

You may have noticed I have the internet again... Sorry.

( Ack! 'Tis the demon fatty! Shoot it with a fat seeking missile! )

In other news, the new house is fantastic, we should be all moved in by the weekend when they have an auction for the two other units there... who wants to come and play and *influence* bidders' decisions?
... Aris has just pointed out to me that the fact that I'll be at work will mean I'll be missing the auction... I'm still getting the hang of this reality thing.

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