This is so lovely.



Neil Gaiman + Amanda Palmer + Bill Nighy = THINGS I WANT TO HUG.

In other news, it is WAY too hot today :/

New Year's Resolutions are for pussies.(1)

It's currently 11.14pm and I have spent the night cleaning things while everyone else I know is out partying because they are young whippersnappers and I am an ancient crone.

Yada yada yada life - visiting mum was awesome, although she did keep giving me things to bring home which meant we had to go buy a bigger suitcase to fit all said things in. We watched lots of good movies - Aliens, Sherlock Holmes, Zombieland and lots of... erm, not so good movies, like Mega Shark Vs Giant Octopus.(2) I had drinkings and shoppings and then had to get up early for planeings :/

Got to Melbourne and there was no Lewi and Lara despite the latter making very excited noise previously about the fact that it was to the Circe Day. I wandered about and collected my luggage and attempted not to FLIP RIGHT OUT(3) that something horrible had happened to them and they were DEAD. Luckily it turns out they weren't and all was well and I walked around Melbourne malls for hours not purchasing anything made of liquid.

I have a goat that yodels.

Tomorrow I have to go get groceries since there's not really much in the house and I didn't do it today. I made tea when I got home last night and realised, crap!, there wouldn't be any milk. Open fridge with longing and caution and JOY! there was milk! So I poured it into my waiting tea and found it slightly more... solid than one might like. Lumpy milk is not a friend.

The tea had to go away in shame.

I am on Alison's computer as mine is currently with Tim getting itself completely nuked from orbit as it is not so healthy. But hopefully soon it will rise again and I'll give it a suitably zombieish new name(4) and I shall sit in front of the TV watching DVDs and drinking lumpless milk and eating Christmas chocolates of all sorts.

11.24pm now. Happy New Year in advance. I hope 2010 drunkenly comes onto you at midnight and wakes up naked in your bed before having to do the walk of shame in front of all the other years. Don't worry about it, 2010. They've all been there.

(1) But maybe I should attempt to eat slightly less crap...
(2) THIS WAS ALL MY MOTHER'S CHOICE, I SWEAR TO ALL THINGS HOLY AND UNHOLY.
(3) Attempts were terrible. Almost cried with relief on Lewi but I can blame half of this on being very tired and very hungry.
(4) Maybe Terrance.

Just watched the truly awful VS Fashion Show. It gets worse and worse every year. Besides, how am I supposed to think it's any good without Adriana Lima and Emanuela de Paula. (Adriana being nine months pregnant means I shall accept her absense. But Emanuela missing is a CRIME.)

Happy Christmas Eve all. I'm sitting watching mum watch Stargate and drinking vodka. I've got nothing much of interest to say really. Hope ya'll get ponies tomorrow!

I talked to my little brother on the phone today. In my mind he's seventeen still but he's turning twenty-one in March. It's all wrong. He sounds like a grown up man-person and he's about six-four apparently.

He and his girlfriend have been together for five years in April, and he told me he's going to propose then. They're also trying for a baby.

My face = :O to every single thing in this post.

Although he's apparently a big BSG fan which means we have something in common for what might be the first time ever.

Greetings from Australia, my lovelies. How are we all on this most glorious of days? (Well, it's a really gorgeous day here anyway. I can't speak for where any of you are.)

Mum bought us eighty dollars worth of alcohol last night. It's almost like being at dad's. Almost.

I have mango. Do you have mango?

Oh! THERE IS A COMIC STORE HERE NOW! Where was that in my teen years?? And they have an awesome Ash action figure and I WANT IT! No, need it. They also have comics of 'Army of Darkness and Xena' and 'Army of Darkness and Obama' OH YES THERE IS.

I got to see Lewi at the airport and it was awesome! And then on the 30th I get he AND Lara and then Tim will pick me up. Social!

omg, Neil Gaiman just posted Tim Minchin on his journal. THAT MAN KNOWS EVERYONE AWESOME.

Finally got wireless set up in the house so I could have my lappy on the internet again. Started downloading all the windows updates it wanted, and then the Vista service pack a little warily. The last time I downloaded it I had to system restore before it would return to believing I had speakers/soundcard. So take two, thinking it will fix some of the problems it's been having. Then halfway through it said there was an error and it couldn't be completed and now something has fucked up and the god damn fucking cunt of a thing won't start up and all and keeps fucking up and I WANT TO KILL MYSELF OR SOMEONE ELSE I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD I HATE EVERYTHING RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!!!!!!

Dear Glee,

I hate you. Your terrible terribly lip-syncing; your predictable, cliche and stupid plot lines; your stereotypical and sometimes offensive characters; your Nice Guys; your apparent view that feminism is still in the 18th century. There's probably more but it's early in the morning. Your popularity BAFFLES ME.


Dear Zombieland,

You, however, are so fucking awesome it kills me dead.


Dear internet connection,

I miss having you on my computer :(


Dear Auckland and Tim Minchin,

WE ARE ON OUR WAY, BABY!


*goes to get dressed for flight*

Cosmopolitions (From Teapot) consumed: One.

Time of Bra: 2.03pm

Dear flist.

Here are some presents for a few of you.

( Oooooooooh yeeeeeeeeeah )

This is the last week that potatoeangel & treacleangel will be living at the LFoD :O It's... madness. And then until Lara comes (EASY, arrives) it'll just be me and Raen all on our ownsomes. Bwaha. AND I get to go back home for Christmastimes! Glee! (Glee for getting to see mum, not for getting to spend time in Tasmania. Lord no.)

Today I made deep pink orange-flavoured cupcakes. They make me feel like a topless puppy and I WILL NOM.


I have had more cups of tea today than is sane. If I explode, don't write that on my tombstone.

I deleted* my Facebook. I AM FREE OF YOUR FASCIST SOCIETY NOW.

(* except it's not deleted but 'deactivated' - I don't know if there's a way to actually delete it for reals :/)

Raen and I are almost finished Six Feet Under - two episodes to go!

My poor soul is broken with awesome crying.

Tea = BLISS.

NaNo = so far behind it's not even funny. BUT I CAN FINISH!

The blindingly fantastic artemisofluna has once again DUMPED ME HORRIBLY AND ABANDONED ME TO BE A TEARY MESS left our New Zealand shores. We had rather a whirlwind time with her (a week is nowhere near long enough!) and the number of DVDs (as well as kettles and electric frying pans) has doubled... or maybe more than doubled in regards to the DVDs. Girl love her TV shows. We had Mexican Cafe times, showed her the entirely of The Mighty Boosh, lay in the Gardens and dozed in the sun, shopped for sensible grown up house things, jumped all over beds that didn't belong to us, consumed our weight in popcorn, and failed to find a coffee maker that suited our requirements. The LFoD requests that she come back right now and play more.

NaNo news: I've not written a word since Lara came over - as is fair - and now I have to write about four thousand a day if I want to finish. And I do, so I will. But... not right now.

Don't read this unless you feel like being so fucking angry you want to kill everyone even remotely near to you.

College students proud of 'pro-rape' Facebook page.

I honestly do not even had WORDS for how incensed I am right now.

I think the worst part is that I'M NOT EVEN SURPRISED. Goddammit, society. I HATE YOU.

I am NOT owning NaNo :/

Tomorrow I WILL get to 14k. (I can't be bothered working out what I'm supposed to have by now, but I'm pretty sure it's more than 15k)

Ugh, can't sleep. Cannibalistic fairies will eat me.


edit: 27622?? Fraaaaaaaaak

NaNo starts tomorrow at midnight! Ohshit!

I have a whole cast of characters to write about, but the plot at the moment is so very loose. I'm hoping that I'll just start writing and it will all form itself. Hopefully. All that is important is that it's about 17th century Dutch werewolves, baby. I am going to not worry too much about historical accuracy with this because, well, it's NaNo and not exactly something I'm going to try and get published or anything.

If you're interested, I'll be it all up at _everdream. It's locked so you'll have to join the comm to read it though. I just don't like having all my writing out in public :)

It's cold and I have to go get milk :/

But Lara will be here in exactly to weeks! :D

This Saturday night is SKINfarm and I have decided I am so very there. I ♥ body suspension.

Anyone else interested in going along? Me and Alison have already decided we're definitely going to show up.

This Emilie Autumn interview is half an hour long, but it's amazing. (Probably because she is amazing.) I honestly adore her so much.

Please come to New Zealand Australia! (Hey, I've got to be at least a little realistic, right?)

She and Amanda Palmer really need to do something - anything! - together because it would be epic and they could do their whole Fuck You to the record companies together :)

I'm now all signed up for NaNoWriMo. I haven't done it seriously for years and I didn't even sign up last year at all. This year I plan to rock it though! And actually, you know, complete it. I've had such a run of fails on that >_< (My account is here in case anyone else is already on the site.)

This journal was actually made for me to keep track of NaNo the first year I did it, back when it was diantha_malfoy - thank fuck for rename tokens, way back in the days when you needed invites/codes. (I blame the lack of those to my eleventy-thousand RPG accounts. LJ is such an enabler.)

MY DETERMINED MOODTHEME IS SO FLAILY! ...and spoilery! :D

I love Grease 2 SO MUCH! It's my favourite movie ever. I like Michael. He's hot. I want him to have my babies.

EDIT: While this information may be correct, Alison is still evil.

We went to see The Magic Flute tonight and it was pretty damn fantastic. The sets alone were freaking amazing and I'm glad we went. And the costuming! Oh my god, you should have seen the clothes the Queen of Night got to wear. I wanted to steal her skirt, because it was black and voluminous and layery. And she dressed her handmaidens at the same level of awesome. That's what you want in a monarchy.

(Almost) most importantly, one of the guys looked so much like Lewi and thus every time he stepped on stage in his long swishy pleather we made dramatic hand gestures and whispered LEWWWIS!, just as Eric Northam did in Jen's dream when he needed his help. Lewi is a hero to vampires.

Magic Flute = awesome and gave me childhood flashbacks of pretending to be Papageno

Mr Edgar Poe is sitting on my desk and doing what he does best: adorableness and eating treats with his adorable tiny little hands! ohmygodsocute!

It's 5am. I really did promise myself I was going to get better at this tonight. Alas.

The new Epica album has leaked although I haven't got a copy of it yet. (The video for the first single is kinda cheesy, just like Epica ones always are, but hot damn does Mark look lickable.)

New layout of Mylene Jampanoi. I'm shallow and it's awesome.

And now that it's started to rain again I'm going to bed to enjoy the pretty.

I never know what the frak to say on this thing anymore.

How did I not know that Geoffrey Chaucer had a blog?

I just finished watching a movie with Mylene Jampanoi in it. GUH. Hello, my newest crush. Sogorgeous.

Neil Gaiman posted this link to early Sydney mug shots and they're so lovely. And so now I share with you. You're welcome. Go admire the style, baby.

And now I go to jump my flatmate awake.

Dead Snow = hilarious Norwegian Nazi zombie awesomeness. It was muchly enjoyed by us and the wine added to the goodness. (Alina and Alison screamed like girls the whole time.)

Jennifer's Body = so shit. Sooooo shit. Redeeming features? Um... very little. Even the ever-lovely Amanda Seyfried could not salvage it.

However, flatmate Jennifer's body? Lickable.

Argh, I WANT THIS. Oh Emilie, I love you. But, freaking hell, it turns out to be $270 including the shipping. (In fact, $60 of it is just shipping. Daaaamn.)

Unrelated: I could watch the pretty slide show here for hours.

Sort of ever-so-vaguly related to Emilie, but not at all related to nature photography: ( Disney Princesses gone bad )

Alison, Catherine and I are planning to go see The Magic Flute and I wondered if anyone else was interested as well?

Dates are 29th September, 1st, 3rd, 6th, 8th and 10th of October and we have no preference for any of the nights. Tickets are $25 (That's for the cheap seats, but if you want to be fancy you can, of course, get one of the $110 ones.)

Let us know very soon if you're interested. (As in, this week please!)

A video from the 1930's on what fashion will be like in the year 2000.

Thank the gods for the internet and the instant ability for everyone to see old things like this. I love it so much.

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!

I just got the best news ever and even though I'm not actually allowed to say here what it is or was about I just need to SQUEEEEEEEEE about it. And I will because it's my journal.

ohmygod, I am actually so happy right now I might burst :D :D :D

He's a really short post to cover a lot of stuff: Australia was freaking amazing and I already miss being in Nimbin and seeing my parents, all three of whom rule with an iron fist of pure awesome and love.

Lara was here for the last four days and it was FANTASTIC and Alison and I very nearly didn't let her go home to her darling Lewi at all. SHE'S OURS, HOR! OURS!

The first night of the 48 Hour Party (the only night I attended) was good fun and I ate all of the vodka jellies.

Tuesday there is a teaparty and I will be the Cupcake Queen.

Steam operated boy,
sitting on my ship,
he is just a toy
but I wind him up
and he comes to life,
clockwork-powered joy,
that is why I want a
steam operated boy.

I am making bonnets! Lord knows why I'm doing this here since I'm already way over my baggage limit. (Notice how all of phfa's post from this trip are DETAILS AND STUFF and mine are all 'oh hey there, baby, I'm making hats!')

Side note: Sexist top hats in town. I wish I could afford one. But I would have to wear it on the plane. ...not that I actually find anything wrong with that.

My dad is scouring the house for cogs and wheels for me to play with. He's so lovely, really. Plus he'll probably bring me booze soon and tonight he's making leg of lamb. Deliciousness.

Tonight there is going to be some sort of run-through packing to check everything fits before we actually have to pack. (Anamountoftime left in Nimbin! I can't be bothered to check, right now.)

Alison came into the room and dad yelled after her, "Don't you need photos of the drug addict sheep?" and she went darting out again with glee. I'm not even going to ask. It's just best not to.

Soon my super lovely skeleton pocket watch will arrive here! Soon!

I wish I had a steam engine right now. You may all come for a ride upon it as long as you promise to drink tea from lady teacups and speak of all sort of intersting and, quite possibly, salacious things.

Getting brutally drunk the night before I have to get in a car for three hours? Perhaps not my wisest idea...

Oh Jesus, even looking at my animated mood icon is making me nauseous.

Bitches, this is bed-lounging weather.

And there's been dentist visits and wine and cocktail parties and good food and Byron Bay and shopping and goth shops and steampunk pocket watches and general awesome but I lack the energy to make any real post about that until I return to NZ.

The house is clean and no one will die at Alison's birthday drinkies tonight. SCORE!

Death RUINS birthdays. Totally.

I am totally almost packed as well! Beat that, bitches!

W00t brought around the punch that is STILL leftover from the Slave Auction. It's so pink!

I frakking love exclamation marks!

I WANT TO START BOOZING RIGHT NOW.

Oh wow, Alison's computer chair is so much more comfortable than mine. I am stealing this for my room. No one tell her. I am bored and waiting for my computer to stop doing scanny things, which means I'm stealing Ali's computer and I hate typing on keyboards that aren't my own. They give me chronic fail.

I'm bored and trying to kill time.

Has anyone else seen the trailer for Dorian Gray? I'm so very seeing it (Hello, Ben Barnes is delicious) but watching it convinced me further than even though I've read The Picture of Dorian Gray quite a few times and love it, I have no freaking idea what this movie is about. But it seems like it might be so far from the book plot that I won't even be sitting there going 'that's not right!' So whatever, I'm there for the Victorian outfits and the pretty. I cannot resist such things.

Today I have things to be doing! I have to deposit checks and get a flu jab and pick up things from the chemist and all sorts of exciting shite! Because on Sunday I am off to Oz!

My father has promised me a cocktail party filled with drunk hippies when I get there. Sweeet.

I needed a new layout because Katee is preeeetty. All the Starbuck ones I made failed too badly to live so I had so stay with out of character.

Alison left her phone here and she just got a text. I am going to be sneaky and check what it says. Awww, is just from Catherine. That's not so exciting since she lives here and all. *pout*

I'm stalling going over to the dairy to get milk.

Behold my stalling.

Peter's house totally has my licorice allsorts. Bastardly house. Stealing my candy.

I have stolen the internets from Peter's parentals.

There is margaritas and Bruce Campbell.

Next weekend there may be an Evil Dead trilogy viewing next weekend. W00t has never seen any of them. NEVER SEEN ARMY OF DARKNESS!? WHAT IS THIS MADNESS.

Must sober up. Have emails to answer.

Alina introduced me to the music of Jill Tracy, who I can't really describe other than she's sort of eerie, and 40's-esque, and writes songs with lines like but, my dear, it's worth the pain/when you're pulling your insides out and makes it sound deliciously elegant and seductive. So pretty!

Clare is watching BSG and I am listening to (well, reading) her various excited sounds over MSN to the things happening. It's great fun!

Last night Ness brought over 'A Very Potter Musical', recorded directly from YouTube (oh, technology!) to show us and we all almost died at how adorable Voldemort and Quirrel were together because they were awesome best buds. It was quite entertaining. (And they could all sing well, as opposed to certain recent renditions of RENT that may have hurt my ears.)

After we dropped Ness home, we drove up the hills singing along to Amanda Palmer and once there I got to see Christchurch all spread out and lit up for the first time since I've lived here. (I've only ever been up there during the day - It's very pretty with all the sparkling nighttime lights.) We also got the watch the moon rise from there while we ate licorice all sorts. Pretty damn good night.

Jennifer! This is for you :)

Alison's birthday is on the first of August and so we need a drinkies in celebration! Look at me getting around to posting about it!

WHAT: Alison's and kind of my Birthday Drinkies! With cake and drinking and all the usual things we people do.
WHEN: Friday, 31st July (Probably don't show up before 9)
WHERE: LFoD of LFoDiness.