miss_peachy

Goths + heat = hillarity

And king_richard , this one's for you.

On Boxing Day an old lady got me into a fight with a bus driver.

As I was backing out of my house I had to wait for the bus parked half-way across my drive, as is commonplace (since I live right behind a very busy bus stop). I have long resigned myself to the carelessness of bus drivers as annoying quirk of The Ric, since all efforts to change ithe situation have been totally futile.
Anyway, so this old lady sees my predicament and starts tsk-tsking about how rude it is of the bus driver and how he could easily not be in my way, etc etc. At this unexpected support I express grattitude and resignation, but then she announces that she's goint to go tell the bus driver to move for me herself! Before I can get a word in she's off and emerges shortly thereafter shaking her head angrily and gives me an apologetic look, to which I give her the 'hey, what can you do?' shrug. Seconds after that, the bus driver storms out and heads straight for us.
"Shit," I think, "he's gonna have a go at the lady!" But no, he heads for me, shoves his hairy, squinty-eyed face almost into my car, and proceededs to give me an earfull about sending other people to do my dirty work, and how I can come ask myself in future, etc. I tell him that, having lived in this house for 4 years, I have found that asking nicely has never helped my cause and that the old lady had acted on her own accord after seeing him park his bus over my drive like a fucking doucebag (except I didn't actually use the term 'fucking douchebag', there were kids at the bus stop watching). 
I didn't get smart to him even once!! This is a serious achievement for me.
It all culminated in him telling me I could 'go to hell', the old ladies (who by now had somehow multiplied) shaking their heads in dissaproval at Popeye the Aggro Busdriver, and me getting the fuck out of there at the next possible gap in the traffic and giving him a grin and a wave and yelling 'Merry christmas buddy!'

Hilarious.

In other news, had brilliant night out at a mate's gig at High Street Project last night with The K-Dog, The B-Dog and Conrad Brownpants - much dancing, drinking and general shennans. It was a massive indie kid orgie, everyone was in tight pants and oversized tops and coloured sunglasses. Saw waaaaay too many people I know. Looks like I still have a finger or two in the metaphorical indie pie.

My dreams have come true: the iconography of Christmas has been combined with sea creatures of a tentacly nature.
Behold the Christmas card designs of Ernst Haeckel (1904)!!!

I just got a voice message from blackfenris telling me he and misplaced_ice are out under the stars in the Sahara Desert and that I should be very jealous. I am. They're home next Sunday! :D

In other news, I'm going bush this weekend and will be uncontactable. Back Monday.

Man, calling himself TED (caps included!) believes himself to be the next messiah or some shit. He now seeks to
a) kill satan via nuclear warfare,
b) gather himself a harem of 'hosts' for his seed and
c) rant like a total mo fo in an incoherant manner.
This guy is totally creepy. I can't explain it, you must see it for yourself.

http://tedjesuschristgod.org/TrueEnoughThirdTestamenttoBibles/HOWtoDROPtoKILL_satan_Demons_Spawns/HOWTOKILLsatanDemonsSpawns.html

Ah, another successful halloween party at The Ric! Thanks so much to everyone who came along dressed up so hard-out, my sock have been 100% rocked off. For photos please proceed in an orderly fashion to my FB or Marsden's photo page, and feel free to pester slothphil  for more, I know he has some good ones. And thanks especially to the people who helped me clean up, shift my couches, vacuume the months-worth of crap off the floor and stop the stereo from giving people electric shocks.
Oh, finally - lost and found. I have in my possesion:
1 revlon pink lipgloss
1 raver bracelt with the soft uv glowing spikey things
1 red pitchfork
1 pirate hook
1 bunch fake pink flowers

This party tends to mark the official Summer at The Ric period, when the parties are plentiful and we crack out J's pimpin' paddle pool, so watch this space!

That's right kiddies, it's time to bust out the bedsheets and facepaint for another halloween at The Ric! No, it's not too good to be true! And now the 411, x-posted of sorts from my Facebook:

Event Info

Host:	The Ladies of The Ric
Type:	Party - Night of Mayhem

Time and Place

Start Time:	Friday, October 31, 2008 at 8:00pm
Location:	The Ric (message me for address)

You know those parties that totally go off and you wake up the next morning clutching a bottle of tequila and remembering nothing except that last night absolutely and totalyy went off? This is one of those.

This event is legendary. Ask your mum. Or the zombie jesus, hawaiian mummy, giant crab or the man on the giant stilts. (some testaments here)

Costume is mandatory! Those who fail to wear a costume will be wearing the Dead Man's Undies(TM).
For more information please contact Brendon Kelly.

RSVP :)

( Photographic evidence from last year.... )

I insisted on taking a photo when J alerted me to a 'big blowfly bee thingy' making itself at home in our lounge. ( What the fuck IS that!? )

I knew I couldn't be the only furry sympathiser. This cartoon captures a sentiment I was beginning to doubt anyone else felt. I'm not the biggest surfer of teh mighty blarg-o-sphere (LJ is about my limit), but I'll admit that the seemingly unanimous Hatred of the Furries had me curious from the beginning. I had kinda put it down to some kind of massive internet dispute or something that I didn't get, maybe Sims or WOW was involved, I don't know.
Anyway.
Looking forward to tonight, but not sure how to avoid freezing my ass off. Who's stupid idea was it to theme a party hawaiian, anyway?
Oh well, have pineapple, will party!

Saw Bill Bailey last night - awesome.
Managed to then lose half an avocado somewhere between my place and the Dolls' House...while driving. This remains a mystery.

Just got home to find we have a flat inspection - today. Nowish. Flat is a bohemian mess. Ah well, can't be bothered cleaning, I have too much to do. It probably won't be a problem, thankfully. God I love The Ric :)

Teenage boy 1: "How do you get a pokemon onto a bus? Pokemon! Heh heh."
Teenage boy 2: "Nah man, it's Pikachu, get it right."
Teenage boy 1:" Nah but pokemon, like poke-him-on, get it? Pikachu doesn't make any sense...."

I've recently noticed one of my favourite summer skirts has gone missing, and since I lend my stuff out a lot I have no idea where it is. Normally I'd suck it up and say goodbye but this is a particularly awesome indian wrap-around silk skirt and is brilliant for playing pirates in (see picture). It's reversable and purple on the other side, I'm wearing the orange-purple side out in the photo.
If anyone has any idea where it's gone I'd love to hear from you :)

Fuck swimming in the Maeklong! Not with this shit lurking in the shallows dreaming of succulent homosapien shiskebab.

Fuck no!

So.

Talking to Mr V at the 48 on the weekend has been the last straw - I've finally sent off for a prospectus for the D&A fashion design course. If I'm still in Christchurch I might as well be doing something crazy that I love. And at least I'd be getting a qualification out of things I do already. Two years is a little longer than I'd hoped it would be, but we'll see - it can't hurt to look!

Kitchen clean? Check.
Dinner cooking? Check.
Lounge tidy, pillows arranged artistically? Check.
Flatmate's washing done? Check.
Backseam stockings? Check.
Booze in hand? Check.
Men/women on their way home after a hard day's work? Check.

Oh, and for your amusement, I give you the rants of a bitter pom at www.donotmove2nz.com

This afternoon The J-Dog and I went to the RSPCA and took another step towards becoming crazy old cat ladies. Behold!!!!

Kitty is about a year old and was a stray from (conveniently) Upper Riccarton. She's a pretty tortoiseshell colour with lots of black and crazy square orange patterns on her side, like she's been attacked by a cubist. She likes vegetarian sushi, the bar heater, and playing with bottlecaps. So far she goes by the name of Kitty/Cat-Face/Neiko-chan/Wesley, but we're still deciding. Suggestions welcome.

We need a name as badass as B-Dog's flat cat, known as Battle Titan.

The J-Dog is happier than I've seen her in awhile :)

1 - Before declaring your washing machine broken, try turning the tap on....
2 - Old onion does not a tasty soup make.
3 - N does, in fact, make the best curries I've ever had.
4 - Don't brandish a broad-sword in a small room.
5 - Leave your laundry on the line for a week and it will get a) sunbleached and b) nibbled at by birds.
6 - Oil heaters are your deity of choice's gift to man.
7 - Toe socks are not, regretably, superior to traditional socks in terms of warmth.
8 - If you get your partner to drop you off somewhere in your car and then walk home while they take your car elsewhere, you will not magically find your keys in your bag when you get to your front door.
9 - Making jokes about becoming a striper during a WINZ seminar is generally frowned upon.