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|| DD: Just say we were lovers

Look, I remembered to post again!

Last night we had a combined birthday party for Lara and Alison, and I made them a cake. BEHOLD!

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To be fair, Woot made the actual cake itself since I was just doing to make a flat one but he decided 3D was the way to go. I really didn't think it was going to survive - you can't tell but it's on an impressive lean. It was delcious though and you can tell it's meant to be a Tardis so that's all that matters really. (The both of them are big Who fans, obviously. I only like old Who but I liked making the cake!)

Tomorrow (except it's today now because it's gone 5am) I have an appointment with a dental specialist to talk about a wisdom tooth. I need to get it removed but it turns out that the root is wrapped around the nerve or something so the dentist point blank said he wouldn't take it out. Which... fun. The appointment tomorrow is $200 and that's just for an x-ray and the guy telling me what I can do about it. I dread to think how much the actual removal is going to cost. It literally makes me whole body tense up just thinking about it. (The tooth I got pulled the other week only cost me $140 and I honestly almost cried with relief in the dentist chair.)

Money stress! Everyone loves money stress! I am currently earning $30 under what my rent is which is not at all stressful and making me constantly worried - who would worry about such a thing as that! The current reason for my lack of funds is actually a bit ridiculous - it's because I got a job. I was working a temporary typing position and since I'm on a government benefit I had to declare that money. Which would be all fine and dandy but the job paid fortnightly and the benefit pays weekly, and if you don't declare your earnings every week they have to fine you for it. But if I declared it by the week then I would have a week in between where I had no money whatsoever. Fun, right?

But I'm not working that job anymore and hopefully the next one I find will be weekly! (Not that jobs are exactly easy to find right now. Christchurch being earthquake city it's kind of difficult to find jobs unless you're in the construction business. That one is booming!)

It's my birthday in two weeks-ish and Lara made me put together a list of things I wanted that she could pick from. The list turned out to be all books and comic-related things. I'm rather predictable. (If I was her I'd just pick whichever thing was cheapest. I'm not really fussed about getting presents but she enjoys giving them.)

Speaking of comic books, I went to the Armageddon Expo a few weeks back, which is the geeky sci-fi/fantasy/comics/anime etc etc event we have here each year. It's not exactly ComicCon but we're a wee little place so I suppose that's fair. I even made a costume this year

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Am I not the spitting image of Jean Grey? (After she'd eaten all the other X-Men, obviously.)

Further comic book ramblings: CAPTAIN AMERICA 2: WINTER SOLDIER. Holy shit, Winter Soldier SO EXCITE! It was pretty obvious from the first movie that they were going to eventually bring Bucky back and do the whole Winter Soldier in some way, but still I'm excited by the confirmation! All I need is Bucky/Natasha, you guys. IT'S ALL I WANT IN THIS WORLD. Please please please let me have my comic book true loves on screen! I know it's not likely since Avengers was really setting up Black Widow/Hawkeye as the pairing but BLACK WIDOW/WINTER SOLDIER THEY ARE THE MOST BESTEST LOVERS IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD. (Or, at least, in comics. No comic relationship is better... except for Carol Danvers/Jessica Drew - shh! It's real! Shut up!)

Lara and I are both really excited for Silent Hill 2 as well. In my case I don't know why since I am terrible at horror movies! And having now watched the trailer I have even less doubt of my ability to actually make it through the movie without crying in fear. Terrible at horror movies! Atrocious! And yet... want. We're going to go to the movies to see it: this is a Bad Idea. The last horror movies I saw at the cinema were House on Haunted Hill and Thirteen Ghosts, both of which still sort of haunt my memory to this day. So... yeah... cool.

It's started raining. This means busing to appointment adventures in the rain. Always fun!
BH: You keep making tea!

This post is all about panic and parents, it seems

I don't need to panic! I DO NOT NEED TO PANIC.

I'm totally panicking.

Travelling always does this to me! Ali is going out and went and had coffee whereas I am running around the house in a tizzy worrying. I'm not even PACKING, I'm just worrying. This would be much more productive if the packing was actually happening. Alison reminds me that it's still 20 hours until we go but I am NOT COMFORTED.

Blaaah, I am rubbish. (I do this same thing before we have drinkies here as well. I run around the house flailing that the house isn't ready for people! CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!)

Anyway, we're off to Nimbin tomorrow and we even scored an airport ride from Ali's parents. It's like we're being passed between the parents. Alison's dad will drop as off at international and then my dad will pick us up and maybe we should have those cute little Unaccompanied Minor stickers. (I hated those name UM stickers. They meant you had to sit in a crappy little room with air hostesses while all the grown ups got to go explore the airport. All I wanted to do as a flying kid was have McDonalds, was that too much to ask? I'm digressing like whoa here.)

Ali's dad is coming to rip our deck up: HOLY CRAP EXCITING! I am so not packing when I could be watching that! I want to see what sort of crazy shit they're going to find underneath it. Wish me monsters!

Panic and procrastination - I am made of GLORY.
X-Men: Junior Miss Tough Chick

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I'm totally doing my washing not on the night before I fly internationally! HOW FREAKING ORGANISED AM I RIGHT NOW??

Because usually? I end up having to pack damp clothes because they're still in the process of drying, especially in winter when it's always raining. But BEHOLD! It's a beautiful day outside and I'm awake in the morning times to Get. Shit. Done.

I AM A MOTHERFUCKING GROWN-UP.

Aaaand while I wait for the machine to be done I'm going to curl up on the couch with tea and Farscape ♥

(Raen! When you get home remind me we need to find garb for Gwen!)
-- Come away oh human child

Silent Hill, not actually all that silent it turns out.

Lewi has come over to visit Lara (and us a little bit, but mostly Lara!) and he's teaching me how to play Silent Hill like the n00b I am. Which involves a lot of swearing at the screen when the monsters show up, insulting their mothers and sexual proclivities. (Turns out, when monster killing, I turn into a raging misogynistic who yells things at the screen like "die, you fucking whore beast from hell! FUCKING EAT MY BAT!" Which is... a little concerning for my inner mental state, I'm sure.)

I have discovered two things about this game so far. First that, oh my god, is there a shit load of walking around. Down streets, in buildings, walking walking walking gimme more monsters! (So I can panic.) And secondly, the protagonist that you play, James? A complete and utter walking Doesn't Deserve To Live. Oh, so stupid! So stupid! Let me count the ways.

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I might understand all this if he were some super cool marine dude before coming to Silent Hill, but he was a regular freaking guy! He has no badassary excuses!

Also, at some angles, he looks like Edward Cullen. No one else seems to see this, but I do. I SEE IT. And it means my desire to help him remain alive is even less. Damn he and I being the same person!
-- All the myths are true

I ♥ everything really

NEIL GAIMAN IS THE BEST THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. How's that for cementing my gothness in a wonderfully cliche manner?

Just got back from Wellington and I lack the awesome to actually say anything of use about it. Except in very short and simple format:

Amanda Palmer concert on Friday night = MADE OF FUZZY WARM LOVE
(Even if there were some dickheads in the audience and she was tired it was still amazing, just as Amanda always is at her shows.)

Neil Gaiman talk and signing on Saturday = MADE OF FANGIRLISH GLEE AND HAPPY
(He is a god among not gods and I haven't been so excited about seeing/meeting someone for a very long time. And despite the book signing being almost four hours long he was utterly gracious and smiling the whole time.)

This sound installation at the City Gallery Wellington = MADE OF INCREDIBLE.
(In fact, if you reside in Wellington go to the gallery and check it out.)

Sweet Mother's Kitchen cafe = MADE OF CURLY FRIES WHICH ARE MADE OF PIG'S TAILS.
(Delicious, delicious New Orleans food and the mood there is just so warm.)

And now there is home and my own bed. Oh! Bliss!
|| AP:  Killer king

I'm in the basement, you're in the sky...

This weekend I'm going to get to see Neil Gaiman. It's only started really kicking in in the last day or so and now I'm sort of like !!! about it. NEIL. MEETING NEIL. I think I might faint, you guys. He's so !!!

I'll also be seeing Amanda Palmer on the same weekend and then again the next weekend. I feel so shiny and awesome. And tonight we're finishing Battlestar and that is pretty damn shiny as well.

Life is sweet. I'm kind of thrilled to be a part of it right at this moment.
-- The woods are dark and deep

Lake Kaniere

On Friday we (Alison, Ness, Sam, Tim and myself) did the road trip thing from Christchurch across to the West Coast to spend the weekend at Alison's family's bach at Lake Kaniere. (For the non-New Zealanders reading, bach = holiday home. I don't know if a bach has to be on a lake/beach to be a bach. This might be information a local needs to provide here...)

The trip across is about three and a half hours and we all squished ourselves into Tim's car, the three of us in the backseat dozing off and waking when we hit the bumps in the road that sent our heads smashing into the roof.

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I am going to miss daily Frasier...

I am all packed and ready to go home to Christchurch. This time mum has promised not to bring me back a week later again. Which is good, because that would make me miss Faire and I wouldn't hold with that.

And now bed so I can be up in the morning for the hour ride to the airport and then the rest of it. If all goes to plan I'll be landing in NZ before Friday begins.
Rosie: To gathering time

4am airport trip, my old friend...

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.
FS: This girl's a silhouette

August =

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.