TTO TIRED TO MAKE REAL ENTRY HERE ARE SOME PICTURES EXPRESSING MY ****FEELINGS**********************

BRIEF LIFE SUMMARY

Today in Civic I saw a guy walking A BABY LLAMA around on a leash. It was brown and about the size of a greyhound and it had lovely long legs like a deer.

My back is kiiiiiillingigngirngirgninrge me JESUSSSSSSSS AAHARGHRHHHGHGHHHH because I've studied like 12 hours over the weekend, but on the plus side I know SO MUCH about burlesque - did you know it was originally all-female political satire put on by sexy Victorian feminists - none of this Pussycat Dolls bullshit, those ladies dared to go to university, delivered lectures on suffrage, fought for the vote and lampooned the fuck out of a variety of social pretensions, especially the quaint notion that women were born "passionless", mentally simple as children, and that to possess a sex drive and be a woman was a PERVERSION OF THE NATURAL ORDER IN THE VILEST SENSE OF THE WORD - they knocked back gin with bohemian artists, openly took male lovers, snapped at hecklers with razor wit and most importantly, refused the label of prostitute: when the editor of a Chicago newspaper published a series of personal attacks calling Lydia Thompson a whore, she and her British Blondes further appalled his delicate sensibilities in regards to the weaker sex by going round to his place and beating him up. FUCK YEAH! Because in the process these girls were visible symbols of the collapse of the ancient gender system, and for the first time actually embodied the possibility that a sexually active, independent woman could be... AWESOME?

It was all too shocking of course, and burlesque got pushed off the bourgeois stage and into working-class back alleys and carnival freak shows and from the 1890s just degenerated into a silent cooch-dance to please the male masses - but still! It did a very important thing, when it first arrived, because in carving out a grey area which was neither saintly matron or evil hooker, AND in remaining distinct from the submissive, controllable, man-pleasing sexuality of the New Woman (for the record, I am ALL FOR pleasing dudes - as long as they please you equally back? These New Women of the 1920s through to 50s were for reals instructed that while sex was probably a good thing, they should let their biological masters control everything in the bedroom or else they'd fuck up their marriages and turn into Commies, TRUE FACT) these nineteenth century champs were acting about a hundred years ahead of their time; and ANYBODY who tells me that Dita Von LAME or the so called 'liberated', passive, playboy bunny Hilton-wannabes embody even the tiniest portion of the active, transgressive, smart, don't-fuck-with-me sexuality these women dared to put forward will receive a similar metaphorical sock in the eye, because listen to me: Adah Isaacs Menken DIDN'T TRUCK WITH THAT SHIT, and every time I see a modern burlesque troop strutting out her style a century later, I know that a lot of cool, sexy, educated women don't either.

Wow. That was like this weekend's revelations compressed into a triumphant pissed-off couple of paragraphs. Other things I've realised include:

- Sam Raimi is a genius, and free comic-book day a BOUNTY, and Spider-Man Loves Mary-Jane a SHAMEFUL PASTEL-COLOURED MASTERPIECE.

- Dylan Moran has amazing hair.

- that if I work INCREDIBLY HARD, I can go to a masquerade ball (!)

so on that note, I'm out ♥

DUDES, I HAVE LEFT MY MOBILE PHONE AT THE MOVIES

Being unsure of when I'm going to be able to pick it up, this is a blanket notice to the entire world in case anybody desperately needs me in the middle of the night - my official line is, SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER. For most of you.

This is strange, because I wasn't really planning to make an update; well, I guess what's going on in my world is that I'm totally digging all of my professors right now, they're such ultimate grey haired smiley wrinkly champs, like GRAMPAS you really respect that teach you awesome things, like WISE SENSEIS that mentor you like Splinter from the Ninja Turtles - y'know, I ran into Adrian Ceasily-Weezer and he was all GO TO A POETRY SLAM MY CHILD! and then Livio lolled out with me and Gen about If Hitler Was a Capslocker, then Mssr Minford (whose laid-back but bogglingly successful life path I kind of want to emulate in a lot of ways) gave me sweet feedback on my essay idea and is going to lend me his personal copies of rare Chinese texts which is really nice of him, and then I ran into Craigers (he got me into Bob Dylan) who was all PLZ DO HONOURS and I was all, I LIEK U :) I THINK I WILL DO COMBINED HONOURS (so I can chill with the history AND english departments) and then he told me how I could arrange that, and he sympathised with me about evil lady from my other course and we did this kind of metaphorical high-five at each other and then went on our twinkly ways... I guess what I'm feeling is, a lot of love for uni. That little show-down last term filled me with a lot of negative feelings toward academia. Now I'm feeling back in the groove, and really just enjoying myself: I'm buzzed on ~~~knowing cool things~~~. Sometimes I wish me and my gang of professors I like were a superhero team that hung out in the library and fought crimes. OH GOD, I'M ~**~*~*~! SUCH ************* A FREAKING ************************ NERD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT I LOVE IT.

Hahahahaha, in A SIMILAR VEIN the infinitely huggable Peter and I went out to see Sunshine tonight, and I highly recommend it as a decent, well-told science fiction movie that immerses you and is only like 0.0000004% stupid and even then only for one tiny character - and I do this even for reasons other than the Babylon 5 reference. And, finally, today was the last day I'll get to see Pamela in a year while she's in Japan. This is cool for her, but sucky for us. She is kind of amazingly awesome to have in my life. I HAVE DECIDED TO CELEBRATE HER IN SONG:



This was perhaps the MOST APPROPRIATE image I could find to illustrate the amount of lolz contained in our conversations, additionally poignant because I really will treasure our memories :'( BY THE WAY PETER, I'm linking to this site especially for you, because the woman who created it is VERY TALENTED, and we should all just take a moment to respect that. :P

Oh, PAM-E-LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (this is where it will stop sounding like the Canadian anthem, because of me not knowing any more words)

you would never let me call you 'Pam', or 'Pammy'
indeed once I received a clip around the ear for the offence,
but now, I see why this had to be so:
for while many a time was spent between us in laughing; in consuming pizza;
in worshipping Xena's amazing fighting skillz;
in gasping at the gleam on a wild Hercules's pants;
in girly drinking coteries, and in chasing icecream vans;
in understanding how beautiful Amalthea is;
and in repeatedly playing and pausing the scene where Aphrodite kicks Iolaus in the crotch;
though I felt a geek-girl sisterhood with you that I cherish to this day,
never, ever being allowed to call you ~!MISTER PAMOLIO!~ reminds me that
amidst all these things
your primary personality attribute
is in simply being

HARDCORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gonna miss you. Hope you see this before you go :)

Pictures of birds and sand-sculptures and vintage hair and sweethearts:







I've had a good holiday except for some lol bouts of tired and sick and sad towards the end which prevented me from doing some stuff I should have (♥ to those who know who they are) - I saw Ninja Turtles and dined on lemon tart and learned how to style my hair like an old-school hottie with the Allza, took my new-found mastery of victory rolls to the Petros's and was very, very happy there snuggling and lolling and cooking even though I did at one point set my hair on fire, then tried to cram a disproportionate amount of socialising into the remaining days of the week with disastrous results, and have spent today in recovery doing things which make me happy: drinking green tea, reading Peter Beagle, and against the advice of He Who Knows Everything (:P) setting up a virtual operating system on my laptop so I can play FIN FIN!!!!!!!!!!!! Only the most awesome, playful, friendly little dolphin-bird in the whole history of AI, who has a real time environment and will sing you songs and eat lemo fruits and respond to the tone of your voice. And: I've got a day off uni tomorrow! I need say only: YES?? When I'm not deciding what my 4000 word ;___; Chinese story-telling essay is going to be on (at the moment I want to contrast Buddhist and Daoist deities with what's left of the Chinese proto-mythology that didn't get wiped out by the book-burning Qing, it's going to be sweet) there's a distinct possibility I might play Fallout ;)

EDIT: LOLZ ALERT!! I totally only just realised via the power of youtube that The Smashing Pumpkins raped Beardsley's Salome!

Which is pretty hilarious because personally I think that Aubrey and Oscar would be distinctly unimpressed with the musical stylings of one Billy Corgan and might even go so far as to make up cutting epigrams or seriously funny pornography in order to distance themselves.



I like it when people recycle old beautiful things so new eyes can see them. I just really don't think they did a very good job here. It's all too jerky and disjointed and too dark, and if they were going to take a concept like this they should have invested the time to put in proper amounts of detail to really make it something special. Maybe they're taking the shots from a movie version of the story or something? If they are, it is a lame movie, and there's way better visuals in the Beardsley prints anyway. Why bother only referencing a little? And seriously - is Corgolio supposed to be the SEVERED HEAD? AW MAN. Probably the best part of this whole clip is when there's this close-up of a fat dude rubbing his own nipple. Awesome.

My Jen Wang Monster Sex prints came in the mail today ^___^



DISCLAIMER: AM NOT A FURRY!!!1 Ms Wang is aesthetically brilliant, really fun in a pop-art sort of way, and just creepy enough to be incredibly interesting. Y'all should check out her site and support her. These were super sweetly priced (only $15 AUSTRALIAN MOOLAHS??) for a giant batch of 12 high quality postcards of the coolest variety imaginable. And dude: that unicorn is beautiful.



( much stranger sauciness inside... )


While on the subject of zany erotica, I didn't get to talk about the burlesque show Allz and I caught a couple of weeks ago! HIGHLIGHTS: Bonedaddy setting his head on fire, the cheap and plentiful absinthe cocktails, BANANA-SKIRTED WOMEN dancing with real snakes, the enormous cuckoo clock, the bad cop routine (AVIATOR SUNNIES AND LITTLE SHORTS ♥ ♥ ♥) the Town Bikes being SO ADORABLE, Little Kelly Doll and Cougar-boy's RAPID, AMAZING, GRAVITY DEFYING, JOKER-ESQUE SLACKS-WEARING swing-dance striptease, the girl who literally kept up 60 hula hoops while wearing ROLLERSKATES, the giant wolf-puppet that roared out of Red Riding Hood's cloak, the vintage army uniforms like pinpups come to life... LOW POINTS: ....? Um...? Maybe having to stand up for a long time? The massive crowd? But it was an awesome scene, just so vital and exciting. I wish I'd had a camera. The Jig and I walked around Sydney for about ten hours straight the next day, eating delicious pots of melted chocolate at Max Brenner's, going vintage clothes shopping on Oxford Street, buying art-books and sci-fi at Kinokuniya and Galaxy, lusting after corsets in House of Fetish, and (penultimately, in the Jig's case) buying AMAZING PRINTS from the Outre Gallery. Damn, son. We gotta do that AGAIN :D

In other news, I slept in til twelve and dreamed about grafting a monkey tail to my spine and learning to use it like a third hand because uni was cancelled today (and will be all week) on account of STORM DAMAGE! The very idea that Chifley was hurt is actually really distressing to me, because some of the most interesting books I've ever seen lived on that level. However, this turned out to be a good thing, because it meant I got to go back and visit my work and get hugs all round and arrange a time to play CTHULHU BOARD-GAMES, and drink iced-tea in Gus's and write Summerlain (yes, I'm finally starting that one. I'm so proud) next to literally, knee-deep piles of hail, and meet the Petros after work and talk about monsoon seasons. Also, yesterday my big sister bought me a soft toy lion for no reason at all, and even just thinking about her makes me remember how much I love her.