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03:21 pm

As a cuddle-slut, going five days without physical contact was hard. Well, not for want of offers, but lack of people that I would actually allow to touch me. Fussy!Rhi is fussy.
So I managed to attach myself to Jodi during dinner and also to Wee Dave and Shaun last night during work and now I'm feeling a lot less starved.
I'm still skin-hungry, true enough, but it's not the all-encompassing oh God pat me please I feel so lost and isolated that it was getting to be at the end of the trip.
However I'm no longer in the land of the cashed-up bogan, so hugs may commence NOW.


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03:18 am

Yo La Tengo are nice folks. Their drummer is a short wee lady who also sings wonderfully and kicks ass.
They also did a cover of Sun-Ra's Nuclear War, which was a real switch of pace because Yo La Tengo is heavy on the Hendrix-style guitar distortion and arhythmic drumming, and Nuclear War is really REALLY awesome jazz. I also had some random American cat walk up to the bar and ask me if my favourite drink was vodka and apple juice. Methinks the internet was afoot again, but I got a Zubrowka and apple juice out of it, so it's all good.
Something that wasn't so good is both me and Mia getting our feet tangled in the cloth that was covering the merchandise table because it was black and on the floor in the dark where I couldn't see it. Consequently I fell over and now I have the mother of all bruises coming up on my knee, despite ice being deployed, and a lesser one on my hip. I am displeased.

I'm kinda drained now. I have no idea why. It was good to be home and back to work and I had missed everyone. Well, mostly everyone. Mia still gets up my nose and is a snotty piece of work to deal with that makes me want to slap her repeatedly, but I missed everyone else.

I have tomorrow night* off. Is there anything happening?


*That being Wednesday

04:13 pm

The internet has things in it. Some are good and make me giggle:
http://www.stuff.co.nz/world/europe/3306050/Money-adviser-held-prisoner-in-basement
Apparently German old people are hardasses. I reckon if it was going to be made into a film like Tamsyn suggested, it'd have to have Clint Eastwood in it as one of the old people, because he's the oldest badass I can think of.

Others are full of WTF and make me want to punch people in the face with bricks:
http://www.stuff.co.nz/technology/digital-living/3304762/Racy-website-sexualises-tweens
Because glorifying the sex industry to children is a good thing. Suggesting to girls whose bodies are still developing that they need massive tits and require plastic surgery to get them or they have no value is a good thing. Because kids today don't actually need to let rip and be kids any more is a good thing. I AM CALLING BULLSHIT SO HARD RIGHT NOW. For fuck's sake tweens are kids aged 10-12. They're pre-pubescent which means that they should be out climbing trees and reading books and playing marbles and doing kids things, and they shouldn't even be having to think about being taken home by some Jonas Brothers douchebag lookalike and needing the morning after pill. In saying that, the only good thing about this game is that they're promoting NOT getting knocked up, but it's still a crock. Let kids be kids, man. Jesus.

Others are hilarious:
http://www.heavy.com/post/the-20-worst-hip-hop-album-covers-3197
1st Famm = Hip Hop's Phantom of the Opera. Trufax. And wtf Bangers and Cash? Those girls don't look good. I mean, a small amount of oil to bring up a sheen, yes, but it looks like they've had half the Exxon Valdez poured on 'em. It ain't good. Oy.

Others are just damn cool:
http://soundcloud.com/jaime-alguer/mother-in-the-house-jan
Courtesy of Katie. This has amusing use of the words "Telescopic Probe" and samples from Flash Gordon with a pretty good house track behind it. I giggled at the telescopc probe bit, because I'm 12.

( Christchurch: Land of the cashed up Bogan )

And now I'm home. Grandad was right, travelling's a brilliant thing, but nothing in the world beats coming back to your own bed and your own bathroom. I missed the hills and the sea, I missed the variety of Wellington, and I missed all you guys so very much. I missed my bed that actually has support, and I even missed the wind that knocks you flat when you try and walk through it. I know I've expressed my adoration for this city I live in time and time again, but quite frankly, I can't sing its praises highly enough. This place smells like home.
Also, the best part about finally being home and in my own place? NO PANTS!!! HELL YEAH! Sharing quarters with four guys means that I got very little time to myself, and no privacy whatsoever, so right now, because Dave's at work, I'm slobbing it in my dressing gown, and I don't have to worry about getting dressed until I bloody well want to. This pleases me greatly.

07:12 pm

Home again!!
Need food rather desperately, but will update properly later.

07:42 am

Ok kids, I'm going to Christchurch. Stay out of trouble, and don't break anything while I'm gone, ok?

Stay good,
Rhi
xoxo

04:46 am

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04:42 am

Tonight we had everything from the sublime to the ridiculous.

There was a surf-rock band called the Manta Rays that were pretty good. The burlesque fan-dancer was actually a burlesque fan-dancer instead of a bored-looking stripper, and was good and not shit.
Then there was Sick Section, who I think had only just discovered Ministry after listening to Marilyn Manson an awful lot, and decided to make a godawful hybrid. I want to grab them and lock them in a small room and play Skinnypuppy at them until their ears fell off, not to mention give them a crash-course in how to dress, because let's face it kids, opaque pantyhose and g-strings are not pants!!!. Especially on assless scrawny emo girlyboys with horrible hair and worse tattoos. And it was sad because the girl that they had singing was actually quite pretty, and could have been quite gorgeous if she had been dressed better, and hadn't rolled around on the stage. I know what's been on that stage, and quite frankly, if she's not dead of ghonnaherpasyphilaids by the end of the week, I'll be very surprised.
Also, Vanderson and Ziggy had a bit of fun when one of the audience decided that it was a good idea to pull out his crack pipe and start setting it up in front of Vanderson. He also decided that he wanted to stay after Vanderson asked him to leave, and got rather stroppy. He was carried out by Ziggy and Vanderson, and I was rather amused.

I leave for Christchurch in a few hours. I anticipate not only a vast amount of bogans, but a crushing amount of scenesters with fuck ugly tattoos that I will laugh at and wish that Tamsyn and Jo were there to join in the mocking. BUT! Firstly I'll be catching the ferry over, which is quite exciting because the last time I caught the ferry I was 12 and got horribly sea-sick. Odd to think that it was 20 years ago.

Gah. I should pack. And bathe. And do all that shit. All I really want to do is take off my boots and have a hot chocolate. This requires actually making said hot chocolate, and I can't be arsed because I am lazy.

Also, this song popped into my head earlier:



I seem to be thinking the poignant thoughts today...

07:00 pm

This is beautiful and poignant, and y'all should buy his EP when it comes out.
http://apps.facebook.com/reverbnation_fb/artist/billhickman

http://cnews.canoe.ca/CNEWS/Canada/2010/01/31/12686831-cp.html
Yeah, kids are failing at English because they're using webspeak too much in the real world. I'm willing to concede that the English language is a living language and that as such it's subject to change and so forth, but for fuck's sake, TEACH them to not do it, and maybe we'll get somewhere.

One of us has the blues today. Tomorrow will be a better day, full of road trip and tattoos.

04:30 am

The Black Lips were ok. I'm not much into surf-punk, so the music wasn't really rocking my world. However someone was loving it, because one of the girls in the bathroom said, and I quote, "That was amazing, it was like sex, but without the foreplay!"

And now all I have is David Bowie doing the "aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM!" bit of Suffragette City. I may or may not have giggled uproariously.

Christchurch is happening in a couple of days. I'm excited.

07:15 pm

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Barn owl chick getting down with its bad self. I love the little foot-tapping, it's awesome.

There is a familiar pain beneath my ribcage that I've been able to ignore for the last couple of weeks. I think I did something to my belly this morning though to make it angry. Hopefully it'll settle down to ignorable until I get back from Christchurch. I have a couple of maintenance things to have done*, so I'll get everything done in one fell swoop. Hopefully my belly behaves itself until I get back, otherwise there'll be all kinds of trouble. I have a rusty spoon, and I'm not afraid to use it.

Also, as of today, I no longer have an overdraft. BOO YA BITCHES!!!! In all honesty, there's no way I would have been able to clear my debts if it wasn't for Dave letting me live at his place for dirt cheap, especially with the NO WORK over the Christmas/New Year break. Now the bank can kiss my curvy white ass. YEE-YAH! *victory dance*

Work tonight should be good. I haven't heard The Black Lips before, but Shaun's quite excited about them, which is normally a good sign. I'm kinda gutted to be missing Grant Hart on Friday, but Daniel and Kelly will be going and so I get to enjoy it vicariously through them.


*Telling the doctor that he's a jackass that I wouldn't trust to apply a bandaid properly might be one of them...Maybe...

03:55 am

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/science-news/7103354/Grumpiness-is-a-sign-of-advanced-civilisation.html

I'm the most civilized motherfucker you'll ever meet. Especially first thing in the morning.

06:13 pm

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your humor style:
VULGAR | SPONTANEOUS | DARK



Your sense of humor is off-the-cuff and kind of gross. Is it is also
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Yours is hands-down the most outrageous sense of humor; you like things
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12:25 am

I slept through Sunday again. I think it's fair enough though because I've had no sleep over the last couple of days because of the heat and stress and what-have-you.
24 Hour Party People was dead quiet. No, really. I think we got maybe 200-250 people in the entire night, and most of those were bogans that found their way in after the AC/DC concert finished. Most of the 24 Hour/Atomic regulars weren't there because there were bogans everywhere and they were hiding from them. Sam and I amused ourselves by dancing like idiots and having occasional shots. We have a new glassie named Mia who is...ok, she's a nice enough person, but she's a little rude, and a little blank, but she's an ok on the floor. However, she doesn't fit. She also doesn't take instruction very well, so when I'm trying to make points on how she can do her job easier and have more fun while at it, she gets stroppy and bitchy and it's hard to work with her. *sigh* I want another glassie. Oh well.
By the time I finished work I was tired and grumpy, so Rau came to visit and we went to Kitty's and got drunk and laughed at bogans until I was less grumpy.
Speaking of bogans, Ziggy's friend Pete Stockman got punched out by Josh Homme from Them Crooked Vultures/Queens of the Stone Age because Stockman is a little touched in the head, and gets a kick out of being completely obnoxious. It's one of those things that's been a long time in coming, because as I said, Stockman gets a kick out of being obnoxious.
Also, Anita? The guy that we met at JJ Murphy's that I had that massive long conversation with apparently is friends with Keven who is one of the Weta guys and was in for a drink on Saturday as well. He bought me a shot for bailing on us. I win.
I also learned the hard way about posting to LJ while being tipsy and sleep-deprived. There was a stream of consciousness in one of my closed posts which made no sense*. It's strange to see what my brain gets up to while I'm not looking.

Also, this track is stuck in my head:



I'm also completely thrilled that the temperature has dropped too. It's been revoltingly hot here, to the point where I was sweating like a peado outside a kindergarten and unable to sleep, but now it's 12 degrees C**, and it's comfortable. I may go wandering later as well.

Also, Tamsyn took a photo of me at the gig the other night.
( Tattoos and corsets. Hell yeah. )

But now, I'm hungry. And it's actually cool enough to eat properly too, which pleases me greatly.

Speaking of things that please me greatly;
http://media.theiapolis.com/aR-cDCDCDC-d8-e4-hM8-i1J9-r1-s1-t4-wG4-z23/robert-downey-jr-as-sherlock-holmes-in-sherlock.jpg

For me? Oh, you shouldn't have :)


*And that's not just when I'm out trippin so I kca recognise aunt tea a toy tree into her man
Sorry, what??? Paging Doctor Jung, my brain is fucked up.
**Which I think around 53-54-ish in Farenheit?

06:32 pm

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy is it so hot? I am melting. And not in a good way, either.

This are relevant to my interests:
http://cupcakestakethecake.blogspot.com/2009/08/bacon-cupcake-recipe-from-buzz-bakery.html
Only, it needs MOAR BACON. Yes, everything in the world can be taken back to bacon. Even my breakfast steak* what I had had hickory-flavoured bacon salt, and it was epic.

Last night's gig was awesome. Everything went smoothly-ish, considering the hiccups we've been having along the way. The bands sounded awesome, the crowd was good, apart from the horrible bogan that tried to get in for free and was swiftly bounced by Ziggy, the staff had a good time, and it was all awesome. It was just a shame that we were going head to head with bands like The Dodos and were in the lull between the AC/DC gigs and Them Crooked Vultures were also playing, so we lost a lot of our would-be crowd to other gigs. BUT it was still fun. Sadly, I was stuck in the kitchen for the Ginger Brown set doing the cash-count so I missed Esther and Taryn dancing, but from the crowd's reaction, I reckon they were pretty amazing.
Them Crooked Vultures and Shihad also made up for stealing our would-be crowd by showing up in my bar and having drinks after their gig. Josh Homme is the biggest ginger I've seen EVER. Bigger even than Joe from Ginger Brown. Then there was boozing and talking tattoos and then comparing biowear** with Grayson*** and it was all thoroughly pleasant.

Now I'm exhausted. I don't know if it's the heat that's draining me, or the fact that I had just gotten to sleep when AC/DC's soundcheck came thundering across the city and jarred me back to conciousness, but I' about ready to keel over in a puddle of my own sweat. Speaking of which, I need to change my bedlinen - Nothing says revolting like getting up and seeing a sweat-print from where you were lying. GROSS.

And on that note, I'm going to go and bathe before work. I feel revolting in my own skin.


*The beautiful thing about being a grownup is MOTHERFUCKING BREAKFAST STEAK. Swiftly followed by dinner ice cream, and lunch jelly babies. It makes up for things like jobs and mortgages and so forth.
**He busted his wrist and has pins in it, and I've got a spine made out of titanium
***Remember the guy who could play the Phantom of the Opera on acoustic guitar? Yeah, him. He also happens to be the guitarist for Ginger Joe's younger brother's band and they share the band practise space with Ginger Brown. The world. It's [] <--- that big.

06:18 am

The door-hinge squeaked and my first thought was to open the door and let Greven in, because that was the noise that would come before the proper meow of "Let me the fuck in, I want warm and cuddles NOW". I'm pretty well-trained, considering that was my first thought and he's been dead for nine months now.
I miss him so damn much and now I'm all teary because of a stupid door hinge.

I'm going to bed. Hopefully when I wake up, I will be less sad.

04:34 am

The Handsome Family were fun. Brett has one of the sweetest deep-man-type voices I've heard since Leonard Cohen. They also played a lovesong written from the point of view of a male praying mantis, which was just plain cool, and allowed my to break out my praying mantis joke*.
Thing is, it was a lovely fluffy indie sweetness and I was in a high-hearted, bouncy mood and couldn't sit still for two seconds, so while the music was nice and the crowd well-behaved, I was getting antsy and trouble-causing. It was good though, because it gave me the energy to throw the furniture in the blue room around to make space for the girls to get changed in tomorrow night**, as well as taking the kegs down and getting rid of the glass bins and so forth. It was kinda funny because Sam suggested going drinking after work, but to be honest, I'm tired of going to the regular places and having the same conversations, but the only place open at that time was Kitty O'Shea's, and that would have been jam-packed with AC/DC fans, and although the conversation would have been different, it possibly wouldn't have been the best night to go***. Maybe next week. Although apparently I'm getting signed out early on Saturday because I'm opening, so maybe I can get in before the bogans from the second AC/DC show get out. Thing is, I'm still feeling quite alert and bouncy, so it's going to be interesting getting to sleep tonight. I think it might have been the confiscated bourbon that we drank that may not have actually been bourbon because it was sweet as all fuck. I managed a mouthful and then choked because it was made out of sugar and the Osmonds. Blech.
The walk home was kinda funny though, there were bogans everywhere, and I got complimented on my tattoos a lot. My favourite was the guy who saw me walking down through the barrels at JJ Murphy's, stepped into my path, high-fived me, and then went back to his drink. Boo ya.

Also, this is cool:
http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20527455.000-were-built-to-run-barefoot-on-our-tiptoes.html
It makes sense to me, because I tend to keep my heels off the ground when I'm padding about barefoot. I have no idea why it changes when I'm wearing shoes, but that's just how it goes. Maybe because the top of the shoes restricts the tendons along the top of the foot and in the ankle or something? I dunno.

http://www.powerstation.net.nz/details.php?display=pixies
ZOMG! I'm trying to convince Anna-Lisa that having two nights of the Pixies would be a badass thing. Because it would be fucking awesome and you know it. It'd be even better because the gig for the Powerstation is the night before the gig at the Arena, and the tickets that we have for the Arena is for the seated area, which will be a nice, restful thing after going nuts at the Powerstation the night before. It'd be like having a Pixies-based festival. It'd be all kinds of cool.

I have a sugar craving. Rarrr. I still have no clue as to what I'm wearing for tomorrow night. Stuff. Things. ANd possibly more stuff.

Also, this video puts the wind up me.



I love that the cat is courageous enough to take on something that's ten times as big as she is, but if that was my cat, I'd be out and between her and the bear before you could blink. Cats are teeny, and brave as they are, if the bear had taken umbrage and swatted at her, the cat would have been bloody fur-confetti before the human videoing it all could have drawn breath to scream. It distresses me that the human doing the videoing didn't actually do anything to shoo off the bear herself.

Also also, tomorrow night is GINGER BROWN. It's funny, the gig that I've been stressing about for the last couple of months is finally happening. Now what am I going to stress over?


*How does a guy praying mantis know he's going to get lucky?
He's out for dinner and his date leaves room for his head.
**Did I mention that tomorrow night we have the lovely Taryn and Esther dancing for us? Fo' SHAW.
***Mainly because I didn't get to go and I don't want to hear about how amazing it was because I'll get jealous.

06:35 pm

My town is covered in bogans.
I went to the bank, the post office, and the supermarket all in an hour, and in that hour I saw more AC/DC tshirts than I have in my entire life, and I grew up in the Hutt. I also got a lot of compliments on my tattoos, which was nice.
AC/DC is performing 20 minutes walk away from my work, and 10 minutes away from where I live. Instead of going to their concert, I'm working. If sulking was an Olympic sport, I'd have ALL OF THE MEDALS IN THE WORLD and be mocking the shit out of the other countries for even trying to match my sulkiness. Teenagers would be sending me facebook messages asking how they can be as sulky as me. There are distressingly sweet, mild-mannered children in third-world countries because I have all of the sulk.

Also, it's incredibly hot, which isn't contributing to my good humour. It's currently 22.8 degrees C*, with no noticeable wind. My house also has very little ventilation, which displeases me. I can only hazard a guess at how many heatstroke victims are going to be pulled out of the stadium tonight.

Also, I found the Metservice's flikr stream:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/metservice-nz/4291560149/

GORGEOUS.

So tonight there's the Handsome Family playing. It's going to be nice indie-fluff, and hopefully there'll be lots of people there. Should be good.


*According to the met Service website it "feels like" 24 degrees. Feels like motherfucking SWEAT to me. Yuck.

04:13 am

Tonight was mediocre. Codeine Like Candy were kinda like what Janis Joplin would be like now, and had the most hilarious lyrics in the world. "If you don't break my heart, I won't break your neck" and other such sweetnesses. They were fun, but then there was the horribleness that was the Stripper.
Now, I love women that have the confidence to strut their stuff. I think it's amazing. Not something that I would do personally because I like to choose who I get nekkid for instead of a bunch of random strangers, but these girls make an awful lot of money and I think sometimes it can be fun. However, there is a difference between stripping and burlesque. The girl that was performing tonight was advertised as a burlesque dancer, so I was looking forward to something that was beautiful or hilarious or graceful or a combination of the above. What I got was a girl that got on stage and looked bored while taking her clothes off. THAT'S NOT BURLESQUE! Fan dances are burlesque. Hula-hoop girls are burlesque. Acrobats are burlesque. Ladies that get thrown on stage completely naked and have to do a reverse striptease are burlesque. This video here is burlesque:



IT IS NOT BURLESQUE. GETTING YOUR TITS OUT ON STAGE WITH NO ART OR GRACE IS JUST STRIPPING. If you're going to strip, own your shit and work in a strip bar and get the fuck off my stage. For fuck's sake.

I was going to go to Mighty Mighty after work and have a drink, but I got propositioned by one of my regulars while I was wishing him happy birthday outside Good Luck, and that was the end of it. I went home and hid. But I also had poached eggs with bacon salt on them. OM NOM NOM.

07:39 pm

DAY I GOT BACONNAISE

I am pleased. More after work.

02:32 am

http://www.rockpapercynic.com/
Matt! Ashlee! Look!

See, you can lick your own elbow. You just have to cut off your arm first...
(I rather prefer mine and Rachel's answer to it. She licked my elbow.)

Although it can be said that you can lick your own elbow, but the inside of it. You can actually reach there, it's just a little difficult.