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

cake! )

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

costumes! )

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!
Friday night was the KAOS Halloween party and I went as The Grudge. It was badarse and there were compliments on the creepy, but alas I don't have any other photos than that one of me creeping at the door of the LFoD.

On Saturday night we did our now annual horror movie Halloween with candy and delicious and scary ourselves silly. The movie selection this year was Mirrors, The Ward, Hide & Seek, and Skeleton Key. (Our warm-up during the week was Simpson's Treehouse of Horror episodes and Scream 4.)

In the middle of all this stuff we had a girly tea-party. Because.


I am 172 centimeters tall.
This makes me taller than 25.1% of men and 85.7% of women.

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Huh.

I was having this discussion yesterday with Lara about how I always think that I'm average height or just below average, probably because most of my friends are at least a half an inch taller than me and because both of my parents are taller. I still wish I was taller though. I feel more like my 'proper' height in a pair of high heels, which is why I don't really like wearing flats. (The 'living with people who skew the average' is the reason I always think of myself as still being flat-chested when I'm a C. I blame living with three girls who were DDs and above.)

Alison is doing NaNo right now, you guys! SHE'S A FOOL!
This is what it said on the back of the truck that we did, indeed, pass on the drive back from the airport. It knows I'm foxy, that's why.

Hello darling people, this is your impotant imperious leader recording her captain's log from Nimbin, Australia, as she reclines in the sunshine far from tectonic plates and their naughty little games. (I can't even begin to tell you how amazing it feels to be without earthquakes. I've been here a whole week and there has been NOT ONE. This is incredible to me and so good for my nerves which tend to lean towards being frayed even without the city tumbling down around me every five minutes. But still I keep eyeing up unsecured items dubiously. They are not to be trusted.)

Alison was here for the first week, but today we dropped her off at the airport and she'll never ever come back ever again. In fact, she'll currently be in Sydney (I think) or maybe almost on the flight to New Zealand.

I have been existing on a diet of fresh fruit, Caesar salad, and alcohol, and it's pretty much the best thing ever actually. My liver gets such a workout here although last night I decided to slow down a bit. I cannot keep up with dad and Gwennie. They have titanium well-practised livers! Mine is merely human! It wants to live!

The night before last they had a Viking feast, which turned out to be completely awesome. Everyone dressed up and there was legs of lamb and whole big fishes and a ridiculously long feast table with a huge roaring fire at the end. GLORIOUS. Then near the end of the night Alison and I managed to get people playing Tablero which is always so much fun, and then dad thought we were being pussies with it so we started playing with whiskey and tequila instead of the lighter stuff. HELLS YEAH. Tablero should always be played with hard liquor and anyone who says differently might be a medical professional or concerned for your physical wellbeing. What would they know.

The booze we played with was home made, as dad's now got a friend with a still who provides four litres of it a week and then they flavour it into pretend things. The tequila is a bit off but might just need some time. The fake whiskeys are pretty good though. But our attempt at mango liquor needs to be learned from by future generations to keep them from making such a terrible mistake. I think only of the children here.

(It is possible, just maybe, that under the influence of viking boozing it up I texted some people with promises of my anatomy. Not that I would ever do such a thing. I am a lady. But to the people who did get those texts: How you doin'?)

I'll leave you with some Viking photos. No word from fellow SCAdians! )


Tomorrow we will... do something that most likely involves alcohol as that is now the pattern forms here. I like this pattern. I will read my book (Currently flicking between Catherine Valente's Habitation of the Blessed and Geoffrey Miller's The Mating Mind, both of which are fabulous because Valente is a goddess and books about evolutionary psychology gives me warm fuzzies.) Or I will do something productive and adult. I will roleplay.
A video about the universe and it's place in (or out of) religion.



"Religions tells children they might go to hell and must believe, while science tells children they came from the stars and presents reasoning they can believe."

Except I sort of want to quote every single part of this video because the way it talks about the beauty of the universe is overwhelming. Because the beauty of the universe is overwhelming, and I understand so much that feeling of staring up at the night sky and just feeling amazed that I am a part of this infinite, beautiful, eternal thing that is our vast universe it all its glory. (The night sky makes me feel all poetic, forgive me. Our universe just makes me all gooey inside with happiness.)

The stars are the closest thing I have to a religion these days. I spent my first couple of teenage years considering myself Christian before realising I'd made a wrong turn somewhere and that I couldn't hold myself close to a religion that hated so many things that I embraced. I spent more years trying to escape the guilt and fear that my short time as a Christian had instilled in me than I spent actually being part of the religion in the first place. That terror of hell remained with me for a long time even after I denied it.

After that I considered myself Pagan for almost a decade, embracing that completely and feeling comfortable in a way the church had never quite made me feel. And after I lost that faith I missed it for a long time. It made me really sad to have moved away from what felt so important.

But I don't feel like anything is missing anymore. I don't believe in Gods above or Devils below. I don't believe in divine punishments for sins or supernatural rewards for jobs well done. I don't worship the earth as the god-like being, but respect it instead for what an amazing thing it is, for how it formed, for all its natural intricacies.

This post turned into a personal sort of thing instead of just a video, so I leave you with a quote from the great Carl Sagan:

Consider again that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar", every "supreme leader", every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.
Christmas day was spent with Lara and Laura and Ariadne (because we can't get rid of her) and there was White Wine In The Sun (because it has to now be capitalised) and we ate lots of noms and sat around watching films: Clue, The Addams Family, The Ring 2, Dungeons and Dragons, and Ghostbusters 2.

Dungeons and Dragons is the funniest movie I have ever seen. Oh god, you guys, I can't even fully describe it.

And The Ring 2 isn't scary at all except for when Samsara comes crawling up the side of the well at the end which was PURE UNDILUTED NIGHTMARE FUEL and suddenly my cool collectedness was flying all over the couch and squealing. I didn't hold with that, Samara, but thank you for not being in the verydark driveway just now when I walked Laura out. (Lara kept making comments about how Naomi Watts had to watch out because she was hanging out with Satan, and we decided there was a secret pact that The Ring series was only allowed to have Australian/New Zealand actors in it.)

Alison is at the coast and an Alisonless LFoD is a sad and wrong LFoD.

It's now 11.30 so... Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. I'll catch you on Boxing Day. (DISCLAIMER: All previously mentioned catching will be online only as I plan to not leave the house even a little.)

Now... TO THE TEA!
Was just woken by the sound of the wind and rain brutalising the house and thought I'm so lucky I'm not homeless right now. I am so fortunate to have a roof over my head, to have the security and warmth of four walls, to be able to stand in front of a fully stocked pantry and complain that 'there's nothing to eeeeeeaaaat!', and to have people that I know I can turn to for help should things ever get too tough.

So. Goddamn. Fortunate.

Now seems like a really good time to share that graph I have someone on this subject if I can find it. Aha! Already uploaded in my scrapbook... )
Dear World,

Thank you so much for not being 2005 and more.

Somuchloveohmygod,
Circe.


The flatmates been rereading LJ entries and all the drama of THE EVIL BITCH FROM HELL THAT WAS NIKKI who we've luckily since weeded from our lives. Thank god. I can't wait for the day when the people around her now wise up to her selfish, manipulative ways. (I feel sorry for the people who she's fucking over now, but I'm just so glad it isn't me. Because fucking UGH.)

Today we are sitting around eating Mitchell slice and watching QI. There are few more lovely things in the world to do on a Sunday afternoon ♥

Now have a short poem )
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!
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.

'Alright, you've proved your journey, in photo format.' )
I totally just showed my mum Repo! The Genetic Opera and she was totally enjoying it. Bwahaha. Score another to our team. (She's perhaps not converted as I doubt she'll ever watch it again, but she was interested and entertained.)

This means I've introduced every one of my friends to Repo and all of my parents! (All meaning mum, dad and my stepmum... who apparently didn't quite enjoy it so much. Heh.) Although I miss the forum days pre-movie, but just because I can't really keep up with stuff now because there's so many people and things there.

Noithing makes for a good night like a bottle of wine and Repo! and I am quite happily buzzed. Except no one else seems to be online to keep me entertained. You bastards.

Hahaha, mum just came back out and said "save me some pictures of that graverobber man and set one as my desktop... and I wouldn't mind if it was the Repo Giles either." She is SO caught.
One of my favourite things in the world is bussing on a hangover. Oh baby, there is nothing more exciting. (I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.) But I have no progressed from my deadly morning times to now just feeling kinda groggy instead. But that's fine because Ali and I have Buffy season three to be watching and junk food to watch it with. TAKE THAT, WORLD. Nothing can make anything bad right now.

Party last night was really good and people were to bright and colourful. For those who are unaware I was wearing FLUORO ORANGE TROUSERS. That's a sight that you will never see again. People were fun and awesome - Dollhouse, I ♥ you and your parties.*

Tonight I sort out travel details for August and then I can email parentals about flights. I am going to rock Sydney and Nimbin ♥

*Me: Hey, they all live in the Dollhouse... but that don't really exist in an innocent childlike state.
Alison: *snort* That would be the very opposite of what they are.

TV, you lied to me again.
The flat is currently caring for a toddler overnight and I have discovered that of all the talking I do at him (definatly 'at' because he's too little to converse) his favourite word above all others is 'necromancy.' Necromancy makes him giggle and clap his hands.

I have high hopes for this child.

But because there is a limit to how many times I can fall on the floor when he pretends to kill me (CHILDREN ARE EXHAUSTING) I am hiding in my room with tea and gorgeous female singers. Sadly, those are only in picture form.


With the gorgeous of Emilie Autumn, Amanda Palmer, Christina Scabbia and Simone Simons )
Tonight there was an informal sewing group in the living room as we all try and finish garb before Canterbury Faire. (Oh man, so close. How much can I not wait for nine days of medievalness? The answer is A LOT.) I am not even half way around hemming the skirt on my GIANT freaking gown. It's going to take forever but it will be worth it. Everyone loves a huge skirt.

After sewing we didn't do much. Oh, except that we watched Repo!! OH MY GOD, FOR THE FRACKING WIN! :D It made me happy in my pants and in my soul. (The bits with Anthony Stewart Head singing and being evil made me especially happy in the pants region.)

How tempted am I to watch it again later tonight? SO VERY MUCH Not at all. Nope. None.

Musical and Medieval both start with an M. M is clearly awesome.
On Saturday night there was a Heroes and Villains party. So I say to myself, Self, who is the most bestest and sexiest villain?

The answer is, of course, The Hitcher. He will, after all, harness the powers of evil to abuse you. In song format.

I'm a cockney... I'm a cockney... )

A few people got who I was. Everyone else was just confused to why I kept speaking to them in a bad cockney accent and threatening to put them in dolphin suits...
Dammit! I missed seeing the Christchurch-based zombie movie at the film festival. Did anyone else in this fair city manage to go see it, and if so what did you think? It looked like it could have been a lot of fun. Very Shaun of the Dead but with added New Zealand.

I might drag Alison along to see Teeth because, lol, vagina dentata. And she wants to go see Let The Right One In which may or may not be about vampires, as I wasn't listening all that well when she told me about it.

The movie that should be showing is Repo! because, dammit, I'm way too excited about that muscial. But considering the fact that it is apparently only going to be opening on ten screens across the US, looks like I'll be waiting for DVD for this one. Bastards. But, mmmm, Anthony Steward Head should always sing. That man is so damn sexy. The Graverobber is also very hot. (And he reminds me of Alexei a lot.)
Oh fingers, why you so cold?

There is a rat balanced rather precariously upon my head. He's going to fall and he knows it, which is why he keeps burying his claws in my scalp. Ow, Byron! He needs to learn to remain in more comfortable places. Not very bright is he.

Everyone is out now and the house is stupidly quite, which means I require music. And now that that's fixed in a minute I'm about to call someone to ask about an Othello audition. Because, mmmm, Othello. I haven't done any proper acting since high school so it's very possible I suck at it by now but, hey, it's just an audition. No harm in that. I wish I still had the singing voice I used to in my earlyish teens because then I could do muuusicals. I loves me some musicals.

Alison and I got out the first season of Queer As Folk last week and it was awesome, especially in the deja vu kind of way. Man, I used to love that show so much. I am discovering I am still quite fond. Jen got sucked into it as well toward the end of the season and now both she and Ali and flailing over Season Finale Dramah. It's funny ;D And then we watched the first episode of Dexter (with bubbly!) when it was on the telly the other night. Good, although I'm not yet sure what I make of it. I shall withhold judgement until I've seen a few more.

Sena brought around the latest episode of SPN and I now can't get the silly fake theme song out of my head:

Ghost, Ghost Facers! We go the places where the others will not!
Ghost, Ghost Facers! We stay in the kitchen when the kitchen gets hot!


Heh heh heh.

And, oh! The Sarah Conner Chronicles are going to start soon! Fuck yeah! I'm really hoping it's going to be good. Please wipe all memory of that terrible third film from my mind.
Oh man, I wish I was making cupcakes right now. Raen's icon makes me crave them like mad but since we're shopping this afternoon the pantry will be rather empty of cupcake making supplies at the moment. But there will be cupcakes for the drinkies this Friday. Because we are a ladies flat and we do ladies things, like brightly decorated cupcakes. And metric shit tons of tequila. I'll throw some of those little silver balls into it all.

First medieval feast was good although by the end I felt like I was going to explode from the amount of food I'd eaten. Especially the pottage cheese and bread. We stole more from the table next to us. And then after the feast we came back to the LFoD and watched the last two Batman movies. Batman Forever was a lot better when I was twelve. I remember them being a very good movie. How very very wrong I was. And we all already expected the horror of Batman and Robin, for no one has the power to block the ice-related puns from memory. We marked them all down on the sliding door in the living room so we will never forget. Someone who wasn't me also drew a stick man doing obscene things to Catwoman. Can't trust any one these days.

Alison keeps making fun of Baudelaire for being the Goodyear Rat. Poor thing! He's going to get a rodent self esteem issue, the little fatty.
On Saturday night everything seemed to be working against us, so we never got to the In Goth We Trust thing that was happening in town. A pity, since I was really looking forward to it. But, eh, what can you do, right?

We went in on Sunday and watched Hera playing in the art centre. She's completely adorable and has some incredible pipes on her. (And Alison uses her as the face for evil batshite insane angel in Darker London who I can never quite be as scared of now...)

Last night in my dream there was a very loud party here and I got completely wasted, and this morning when I woke up I felt like I was deathly hungover until I realised I couldn't possibly be. Imaginary hangover? That sucks!

Pony-obsessed Muz has been demanding photos of my rats for ages, and so who am I to deny a gorgeous friend's sexy boyfriend? (Look at me rack up those brownie points, babies!)

The poets... )

I am so twitching to get hold of Queen Adreena's The Butcher and the Butterfly and Ride a Cock Horse. *twitch*

ETA: Oh my god! Deadpool is going to be in the Wolverine movie? Deadpool is fuckin' awesome! As if I wasn't already excited enough that Taylor Kitsh was going to be in it, now I get a Deadpool. Squee! I want this movie to not suck SO MUCH. Please be good, powers that be, please be good! (And while you're at it, since Hugh and Taylor are down in Queenstown, encourage them to come visit Christchurch?)
Last night was the KAOS First Party. Meeting went great and was quite amusing, so props to all involved in that. The party itself was great as well. I'm not all that eloquent at the best of times and this morning I'm sort of hung over so that's all you're getting from me on that.

Some of the first years need a firm smack about the head though. There were two separate groping boys, one of whom had to actually be forcibly shoved away from me and told to fuck off before he got the point. Was also approached by another who said I looked like a dodgy kind of slut. Thanks but no thanks, mate. Fuck off and die, preferably painfully, and keep your hands off me.

But, yes, other than boys being boys there was much fun to be had. The LFoD took Jen's friend Alina along and she seemed to enjoy herself. She was looking for some geeky friends so who better to introduce her to than KAOS?

The plan for tonight is (more than likely) this and then dragging ourselves out of bed early enough tomorrow morning to go see Hera at the arts centre since Alison has become obsessed. We might even have nachos. Mmmmm, nachos.

The plan for right now though? zomgtea.
Oh, hello bedroom. You are fantastically wonderful and not full of leaves and lack any sort of deflating bed.

I returned this afternoon from Canterbury Faire, the ever-fantastic week long medieval event. And while I was happy to leave behind sleeping in a very small tent with Raen, I shall miss the rest of it.

I ate so many pies. Mmmm, pie. And Turkish coffee. I wish I had one now because I'm quite asleep even after falling into my bed as soon as our return to the LFoD.

And while it is not medieval, human croquet is serious amounts of fun when played :)

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