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AussieAri's weblog Edit this message to change the title of your weblog. Sunday, July 31, 2005
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Tomoe-gozen, female samurai A million useless ideas a day. Patricia helped me form plans for creating my own pasty jewelry especially for pierced nipples. No uncomfortable shield/barbells here folks! They could even come with some twirly tassels or ones that twirl on their own with little motors!
Sneak peak of a page from the comic collaborative.
Dude the most unfabulous social life of ethan green will be a movie!
Some very strange cartoon from the 50’s. Wednesday, July 27, 2005
The 'Leopard Man' of Skye, Scotland.
Just read WE3 by Grant Morrison. Wow. Heart rending. I cry into my drink. Simply Divine liquor store, the best in Santa Fe with the nicest staff, johnny discounts, and tastings every Friday, went topside while I was away. I can only say this in my sadness: @#$^ing #%!!, what the $#!! Why can’t this town keep a single %*&$ing decent business going?!!
So apparently one can just walk to the pool at the El Rey Inn and take a dip without them minding. *shiftily eyes a pair of her swimmers*
Someone should do foot soaks on the plaza. I'm sure it would be a hit with the tourists.
Vlogs
For all the people that seem to be dying this month, I’ve been thinking of this song.
"This is unit 26 to all units, be aware I just cleaned the office so don’t mess it up"
I should write love letters and leave them around down town for people to find.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Hilary Swank. Swank always sounded like an infection to me ('help me doctor, i've got swank!'), but oh what a sweet one. Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Crazy chef my house mate would like. Cobra Hearts? Lamb in Womb? Jez..that’s one way to get your jollies.
Troy Williams' sculpture. Put Ugly Actresses On The Big Screen. The Gurrilla Girls made and appearance in NM last night.
Southern NM and West Texas GLTB publication, The Normal Heart. To all my HP fangirl friends: Sometimes i almost hate to indulge your sordid obsessions but this one was just too damning to leave alone. Good golly- there's a band called 'Harry and The Potters' people!
Tea bag Kung-Fu!
Absinthe ice cream will have to wait, if it ever sees the light of day to begin with. Hillah and her family just got an ice cream machine and I suggested making Ginger, as in mochi balls. We’ll see what we come up with. Prey is something that sometimes depeds on your POV. Lions saved me from marriage. Breaking news: They're testing a microwave-weapon at Kirtland Airforce Base. I still wonder how they get their test subjects, you know- other than hobos and hopeless new recruits. I give you… Annapolis, the movie.
So i went down to Burq where they actually have queer bars. Well, i went to a friend’s house in suburban Rio Rancho first. It makes me happy to see people with such diversity in suburbia, as much as i dislike suburbia itself. We played with all his weapons. He showed me some moves with the dao and taiji swords (blades i am highly unfamiliar with) and he introduced me to a form of sparing (something ‘waza’, obviously). Start from standing, one person attacks, stops before the point of impact or touches and then the other partner reacts with a block, evade, and then their counter attack. Each move should take under 2 seconds in this exercise. Again i found i rely more on instinct than analytics which is exactly why i'm horrible at chess but bearable at go. Because every girl should know: Pinky’s World Of Female Masturbation Euphamisms
I require front creased low rise boot cut button fly blue jeans. Preferably without those vintage and worn washes. And no holes. I am not paying for holes in my clothing.
And the room mate stumbles into his room bollocksed. I wish he could pace himself a bit more. If he didn’t drink straight Irish whiskey it would help. It’s only 1:30 after all! Monday, July 18, 2005
T.I.A.I.L.W.:
Build yourself a better Bush, complete with the options of crossed eyes and a sensitive goatee. "How you say, 'flow with the go'"- Rickson Gracie While looking up building jumping (not to be confused with BASE jumping) I can across a discipline called ‘Parkour’ or free running.
That really should stop bleeding...Any time now… Catsfissh catsfissh iz good eatin'! Now that is one god damn fish.
I should keep these sticks in mind. We're so screwed. Gentically Modified babies for baby food! Just kidding about the baby food bit, although the US Government oked research that genetically manipulates human and animal cells to create ‘hybrids’ a few months ago. Here’s one example of some of the research. Useful? Maybe not as much as you initially think it may be but in a way, yes. Dangerous? Certainly even if lab conditions and regulations are kept to, which, honestly, never are in scientific 'break throughs'. Sunday, July 17, 2005 New Eats: Dino’s: New pizza place, huge inside. The Tuscan pizza was pretty good but they forgot a topping or two. 2-4-6-8, Redecorate! So while Steve is out of town i've done some decorating (isn't that the best time to do it?)- crossed fencing foils, a dartboard and back and a pirate flag in the living room. I also put my weapons up on my bedroom wall. We are looking very bachelor pad now, and a little less utterly broke students with no tastes. Haven't decided if i'm going to try mixing around the furniture or not yet.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Leka Vieira. AKA: The female jaguar.
Are there any movies that have a main character who is deaf or ones that explores deaf culture?
Mental Note: Either buy a large bottle of Tiger Balm or start dating a masseuse. The stiffness of my upper back and neck is just getting absurd. Training has been brutal lately- especially with all the Muay Thai clench wrestling.
The Naughty Victorian Hand Book : The Rediscovered Art of Erotic Hand Manipulation ammused Kim and i for hours in the shop the other day.
Made an Amazon wishlist for sure fire gift giving, though it's more of a reminder to myself what to get. Saturday, July 16, 2005 My Girl Is The Queen Of The Savages. One of my co-workers had us listening to some lamentable AM talk show called 'Savage Nation'. The host of which, Michael Savage, is by all accounts an over puffed angry white male conservative who talks more than he could ever bite. Once again, it much be nice to be that privileged in this already entitled country. His voice sort of reminded me of a Howard Stern's- except older and certainly not getting laid as much. For my vote, Dan Savage is still the only savage for me though.
Picked the last of the small green apples from the tree outside my window. This way they won’t fall on the roof and wake me up with their bonking- and they taste all right too. The smell of them still comes in on the breeze though the window over my bed. If Steve weren’t gone I’d get him to make a pie but alas, I will just eat the tart things as I lounge around the house which is now all mine, all semi dress, all the time...till next Friday that is.
Steve’s thought on Santa Fe is as follows: This is a place where you won’t find out what you were meant to be, but rather who you are. I think that’s also the point of a walkabout, of any exile or return to something simpler and shall we say- limited? Kelley Deal 6000
The local hip music buff yokels. Oh ponytail, ponytail, where are you? Yes, slicking the hair back from the front lightly with a wax pomade seems to be working to get it out of my face. Oh ponytail, ponytail, where are you?
Dame Darcy needs to hook up with Rasputina and make some very bizarre Victorian Americana. Hell yeah. Tuesday, July 12, 2005
A friend who’s lived in NM for 14 years thought ‘Godzilla’ was pronounced ‘Godziya’. Har har. Now I’m envisioning a giant horny toad looking lizard with a zia mark on its back and head, mutated from the fall out and various undesirable material produced by LANL, invading Santa Fe.
Since my hair seems to be growing out at a near glacier rate perhaps I should go as Dr. Blight for Halloween. The character was even voiced by Meg Ryan!
"Only lion tamers are killed by lions." Monday, July 11, 2005
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Deunan Knute, from Appleseed. mmm...horse flesh flavor. The wacky world of Japanese ice creams. Sanctuary to the rescue! Though I’m not really fond of white tiger cubs, well you know...lookit! The sanctuary rescued and now has a total of 5 white tiger cubs! Wow!
More po-po funnies.
Here’s an actual mortuary home in Buffalo. I always used to laugh at the place every time I drove by it on the way home. Twiddling your thumbs Pay some twit to cut his thumb off or do the party gag version of it.
German Cowboys and German Indians like true native ones, have become fodder for Anthropologists. I know someone who's going to be writting a research paper for grad school on them.
I’m too buff to be a goth anymore. Today outside K-Mart 15 Uzbekistanian men from out of a large white van all admiring my motorcycle and being surprised I was a female rider. Off to see the Gyno, the wonderful Gyno of Oz. So I did the above and I’ve got both good news and schite news.
There needs to be a bar with DDR in it. Mothrah! It’s been like attack of the moths this past week in Santa Fe at night. Every street light is swarming with them. Two of them have gotten in to my helmet and made me pull over, smacking my head and shaking my helmet on Cerillos. What a sight.
A large layer of foam atop the bottled honey = far too freaky.
Scary French movie suggestion from a co-worker. Friday, July 8, 2005
You’re terarded!
Another local comic, Raised by squirrels, and not the sort of squirrels you're thinking of. Just a brush up: Epicurus’ Principals Tuesday, July 5, 2005
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Jenny Shimizu. Who took the million + she made from modeling and went back to Cali to her true love, grease monkeying.
The 4th it was. I got to go to a barbecue before and after work, got well fed, played a prank on a cop, and most importantly got to set off fireworks. Barbecues happened at many homes for which everyone disappeared from the plaza at 5 and made the rest of my evening very long and quiet at work. Sunday, July 3, 2005
Sweet, the 2005 National Poetry Slam is in ‘Burq. I’d be better if Reike were here to kick around that shindig with, but he’s gone to where they have many more poets per square mile, and lots of little cafes to cram them into. Sometimes slam just gets too much for me if I go alone to readings, strength in numbers right? I’m still going to ask for the day off, in anticipation of going.
T.I.A.I.L.W.: Sharon Gilchrist of the now mostly defunct local band, Mary and Mars.
I found a book from Bookcrossing.com while at work. Actually it was sitting outside the front of one of the buildings in the middle of a busy sidewalk, getting scuffed and dirty. How could I not have saved it? Disappointment at my find set in fast, the book seems to be some horridly fru-fru and facile modern romance story. I wasn’t going to sit and read the thing to find out if I was absolutely right or not though. Sometimes all you have to do is read a line or two in the middle, or an open paragraph. I have other things that are much better bets to be reading, and better finds to make than this one.
He use to collect empty shells from the police firing range. You know, just in case he wanted to make a crime scene more interesting. He was the Captain. It strikes me that it may be less than respectful to pedal a dead man’s near last words and times on a blog, but it may also be forgivable as a form of reconciliation particularly for a person hopelessly compelled and hounded to put out words. So I’ll do it anyway. Saturday, July 2, 2005 Come to New Mexico, reason #12 The cop cars here don't even have computer keyboards as they are suppose to. Every other state in the U.S. actually has them. They're regulation- just not in poor ol' New Mexico for some unknown reason. In fact, we have gone so far in our advances to help law enforcement officers do their job efficiently that they just made a new ticket system code. This code would have been far more effective if only the cops could actually use a digital device to enter said codes in the manner they were created for. But, of course, no. Now they're got to learn a manual worth of codes for a simple speeding ticket. I suppose this will keep most of them busier with paper than people. You decide if this is a good turn of events of not.
The Village People are playing in 'Burq. And of course, I have to work. Well this just means I’ll have to sing their songs while tootling around in uniform on Sunday. If you’re reading this Warren Ellis.. One day I will either steal or pirate that little jewel of an Internet hooked up monocle you have (hopefully it has camera abilities but if not, no matter) and be able to tippity type from the loo and not have this @#$%ing laptop burn my thighs.
Summer is always my best season but it means friends go away. Even if the living is easy, it’s living without the old friends you had at hand.
Suggestion has been made that yours truly looks like Jodie Foster. Go here for startling proof.
On Wednesday while shopping for provisions at Albertson’s mum called. Apparently she had been sitting around waiting for ME to call. I reminded her my phone worked both ways for a reason, and that I had a full time job, recently into overtime. I said I’d call her back after I got the beginning rigmarole at work through with. She agreed but couldn’t help telling me before she left the phone that my uncle Michael in Australian (the only one I actually like) had died two Saturdays ago and he had been buried this past Friday. Thanks for that mum, in the middle of the frozen foods isle, my temperature spiked. Yet again it hadn’t occurred to my parents that I may like to be keep abreast of what happens to my widely spread extended family. Later mum said, 'I was so tired from [cancer] treatment i didn't call you' and, ‘Well aunt Carmel bought a wreath with my name on it so it’s all fine.’ Right. Yes. That takes care of all my feelings. Now I’m just pissed.
I recently learnt Kate is a fan of the L word, but much like me, has no cable so she hasn’t seen any of the second season. She does have a huge arse TV though. Translation: excitement. I now have something concrete, of substantial volume and quality to look forward to hours of basking in at my leisure, and a buddy to accompany me. En Garde I’m getting a bit sick of looking at people first and foremost as potential threats in my line of work as a security guard. I find it to be counter productive to human relations and inharmonious.
Do I want comfort or creativity? Does one always have to chose between the two? Friday, July 1, 2005
repeat after me:
The boys of 'One If By Land', a St. John's band from 4 years ago, still appear to be rocking it. Don't ask me what 'it' is though.
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