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Dec. 10th, 2009
07:44 am
Long night was long. I got the green re-done on my left arm, and I pretty much had to bail straight from being tattooed up to work. We have a new guy starting tonight because Charlie* has found himself a sound-tech job, which is cool for him, but kinda sucky for us because he's cool. Dave has done plenty of bar work before though, and although when I was scoping him out from the other side of the bar I was in a thoroughly misanthropic state of mind and could have quite cheerfully eaten a bag of kittens, after talking to him, I rather like him and I think he'll work well. He was wearing a Dalek tshirt, likes Fawlty Towers, and has a day job teaching rock climbing at Ferg's, so really, he's more than acceptable. He is distressingly chipper though. I told Shaun that we're keeping him, so that's ok.
Saturday's shenanigans have resulted in a dry bar for the week. It's a fair call, it wasn't just me that was getting loose apparently, so we're grounded and sent to the naughty corner. I don't really mind it so much, I don't really have drinks on the go during shift, and will have shots when they're bought for me, but I'm not sure how hard it's going to hit the others. Oh well, them's the breaks, I guess. It's just a shame that it's on one of the longest weeks that I'm working. But meh. Do the crime, do the time, I guess, and Saturday was fun, after all, and allowed me to come up with a phrase that, like magic, will make Miss Mel burst into giggles at random. Muahaha.
During the Quiz tonight there was an entire section dedicated to the Muppets, so I come home and watched my favourite episodes. I'm still tied between the one with Vincent Price and the one with Alice Cooper though. Although that being said, I am leaning more towards Alice Cooper's episode, mainly because right in the middle of Alice Cooper being all skerry!! and stuff, they've got Robin singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow, which is one of the most beautiful moments in Muppet history. Also there's the face-off between Alice and Sam the Eagle, which is hilarious:
I also found this one. It's one of my favourite love songs**, and this version is ace.
I was out on a wander a couple of nights ago. I was up on Cable st by the HMNZS Olphert base and across the road on the chainlink fence, someone had used ribbons to spell out the words IT WILL BE OK. I think this is one of the best things I've seen in my life.
*The new-ish glassie
**Yes, I do like some love songs. I'm not made entirely out of stone.
Dec. 9th, 2009
06:45 am
Rammstein said it best - Ich habe kein lust.
Emotionally drained, my body feels like a sack of meat-flavoured wet concrete with no life in it, and I'm tired to the point of calling in hermit-y to the rest of the world and making a den out of the coffee table and sofa and hiding in that for the rest of forever.* I'm not going to though, because that's counterproductive - the bar isn't going to tend itself, you know, and I have gigs to organise and so forth, and that's not going to do itself** either.
It's weird, I couldn't even get enthusiastic about Rock Band, which is something that I normally take vast amounts of pleasure in. Although I think that may have been the Oasis talking.
Work was work-ish. There were roughly 150 children in my bar of varying states of intoxication, which displeased me; although I think my favourites were the teeny tiny girls that were whacked out on pills, because they were basically like people, only chibi-fied, with their HUGE pupils and constant bouncyiness. It's awful because we weren't allowed to have the alcohol on display, nor were we to sell anything to anyone, so all of the pre-gaming that they did wound up being expressed in my bar. Revolting childrens. Also, the boys beat the girls when it came to classiness, the girls only had one person do an epic spew and vaguely coma for a couple of seconds, where the boys had two epic spews and one full flake out. I didn't draw on his face though. Although the girls kinda took the cake with the WORST OUTFIT EVER. There was a young lady of about 5'3-ish, and quite a solid lass who was wearing sheer pantyhose and an oversized t-shirt and a pair of chucks. Both Sam and I had a feminine mind-meld*** where we both mentally yelled FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS, GIRL?! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR ASS HANGING OUT OF THE BOTTOM OF YOUR TSHIRT. It was horrible. Brrr.
And I tried to wind the night up with a relaxing saunter along the waterfront, but as I was walking around Te Papa I ran into a group of the aforementioned children wandering towards Mt. Vic. Damn childrens.
Now, I sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will feel more lively.
*Or at least until I have to pee, whichever comes first.
**Heheheheh do itself. Yeah, I'm 12, so what.
***Girls can do that. It's one of our superpowers, along with the ability to freeze a man to stone with the word "Fine".
Dec. 8th, 2009
11:26 pm
WARNING
Reading the comments on icanhascheezburger.com will actually make your brain explode. No, really. Yes, the English language is a living language that is subject to change and so forth, but FOR FUCK'S SAKE, PEOPLE. Save the lolspeak for the macros. Gnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnr.
Also, I'm doing security for a school ball after party that is happening at work. There won't be any children conceiving children in MY bar, thank you very much.
09:48 pm
This is awesome:
http://community.livejournal.com/metaqu
It also makes me want to have an enclosed bath so I can make a cave out of bath bubbles.
05:08 am
http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/far
Can someone please tell me how this is a good idea? 'Cause I'm not seeing how it is. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure how it'll actually make money, instead of running at a gargantuan loss and pissing everyone off and ruining the local environment by spreading a whole lot of effluent everywhere and taxing the already arid water table of the area. Small Rhi demands a reason for this fuckwittery.
So I've spoken my piece* through the beauty of the internet:
http://www.ecan.govt.nz/news-and-notice
I reckon y'all should too.
( Health, doctors and all that bullshit. Cut for girly TMI )
This afternoon there was sunshine and hooping with the ladies. Sadly, I wasn't much disposed to conversation, given the lack of help that the doctor had been, but Jodi and Wendy do make for wonderful company all the same, and hooping in the sun was a good way to calm my mind. Then there was Sci-Fi Monday over at Rachel's, where Jay showed me the Imaginationland episode of South Park, which was hi-fucking-larious, because nothing is more amusing than a cute little mouse saying "Now come on, y'all, we can do better than that, it's not evil enough. Maybe someone should pee in her eye socket?"
It was also definitely a day for the Long Swooshy Green Skirt[TM], and I got to run nimbly up and down the sets of stairs at my house and Jodi's and Rachel's like a Lady in a Victorian movie**, and feel very girly indeed. Sometimes, you just gotta.
Also, I heartily agree with this:
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Also, I took the long way home from Rachel's and found what looks like the front two walls of a Georgian house, complete with window and door frames. It's made out of iron, from the looks, and is begging to be climbed on. Next time I'm out on a night wander and I'm not wearing a skirt, that puppy is mine.
Also, it amuses me a greatly that the light over the mirror in our bathroom is shaped a little like the snout of a hammerhead shark, and the screws look like eyes so it's all chibi-fied. If the place was mine, I'd paint the cutest chibi shark body on the wall alongside it, and possibly little teeth on the underside of the lightshade as well.
*Slightly more eloquently than here, of course, not all people speak Rhiannese
**Yes Christa, this means that I'M A LADY!!
Dec. 7th, 2009
06:46 am
Last night was a weird one. It started out hellishly slow, to the point where I signed Maddock off so he could go and get drunk with Davey for his birthday, and then it hit 0130 and everyone in the fucking world showed up and I was up to my ass in folk and two deep at the bar and slinging booze like Spiderman shoots semen web out of his wrists, and it didn't really start to ease off until about 3-ish, when it dulled down to merely frantic instead of absolutely fucking batshit. It was great to be bar-raped again. It was also quite hilarious because Denny kept getting tipped $10 from an older woman*. I told him that we were going to have to hand him over to her at the end of the night. It was ace because all the Weta guys who have been in hiding for the last couple of weeks came out to play, and it was lovely to see them all again. Apparently no sooner had Avatar finished, Tintin started making heavy inroads into their lives, and a lot of them had worked a long-ass Saturday for free**, so they were playing and playing hard. I got a brief hug from Mark-the-Awesome-Regular as well, which was nice, because he's been AWOL for quite some time.
Also, the teeny tiny girl from Cafe Istanbul apparently has a bit of a thing for me. What her name is, or how we wound up making out at the end of the bar, I have no idea, but hey. Apparently I'm a bit of a ratbag when I've had a couple and can spare five minutes.
Tonight was lovely. Roast chicken and wine and Doctor Who with Penny and Sheryn. Apparently I snored during one of the episodes, but I can neither confirm nor deny that. Penny made me a posy of flowers that I wore in my jacket pocket on the way home too :)
Ugh. Doctor this afternoon. I'm not looking forward to it. Bastards always steal vials of my blood and never replace it. Hell, I don't even get a lollipop or a balloon any more for being a big brave girl and not crying when they jab me with a needle. It's grossly unfair, I tell you. At least this way I'll get to figure out what it is that's making me so tired and grumpy all the time. I'm getting a bit over it.
Also, this is hilarious:
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*In her 50s, and not in the graceful way
**Have you hugged your Weta digital artist today? 'Cause you should.
Dec. 5th, 2009
07:56 pm
So, the headache that I've had in varying degrees for the last week or so has settled into a kinda strange numb feeling over my temples; almost like my brain has pins and needles. It's normally the feeling that I get when I'm having a major freak-out, but there's no freak-out happening, so I'm not sure what's going on. I guess it's a good thing I'm going to see the Doc on Monday. Lethargy continues to be a pest, it's also rather ill-timed because I've got six nights of work as of next Tuesday, and a band to wrangle as well. I know I keep saying that I'll get sick when I have time, but it's starting to look like one of those I couldn't stop for Death, so he kindly stopped for me kinda things, only with sickness instead of Death.
Also, Katie showed me the cutest pic of a leopard cub EV-AR, and I had to macro it.
( In lieu of actual content, RAWR! )
On the up shot, it's as sunny as all hell, and warm as well. Weather = WIN
06:24 am
I've got an attack of the blues, so I made myself go and be sociable at Fidel's, which paid off because I walked past Flowers Manuela, which is a boutique-y florist type shop with lots of little bits and pieces in it, and managed to find two of my offshore Christmas presents for folks in Foreign Climes, and has given me ideas for another couple of folks. I don't normally do the present thing because 9/10 times I can't find anything that actually suits the people that I've got in mind, and I don't really believe in buying someone a present for the sake of present-buying, and if I do find something that suits the person, then I'll buy it and hand it over as soon as I see it, like with Wendy and the sheepdog naughts and crosses game that I found that time. BUT! Flowers Manuela were awesome, and I'm going to have to head back there in the next couple of weeks in order to get the rest of the Things What Were Cool bought.
Come to think of it, I've been remarkably ill-humoured today with no grounds for it, which is kinda lame, but it did pay off because I was grumpy and belligerent at Aron's friend Richard and he bought me three drinks. AT ONCE. He says it was because I couldn't decide, so I got all three of the things that I thought of and then summarily dismissed because I was Captain Contrary Pants, but I have the sneaking suspicion that he was hoping that I'd knock them all back and magically turn into someone that was actually pleasant once the booze had kicked in. I'm trying not to see it as a positive reinforcement of my grump; and rather as someone being nice to me for the sake of being nice; but let's be honest, if being grumpy is going to have that kind of reward, it's hard not to see it as a good thing.
After that, there was a brief hanging out at Jodi's, then work for the Whole Lotta Led gig, which although not quite as awesome and bogantastic as the last gig, they were still fucking awesome and heaps of fun, even if they didn't play Immigrant Song* or Babe I'm Gonna Leave You. they had the belly-dancer for Kashmir again, and she looks like what would happen if Sylvia and Taryn had a parthenogenetic love-child. Similar facial features as Sylvia, only with Taryn's eyes and colouring. She does my head in a little. The crowd were cool too. There were a couple of guys that recognised my tattoos from the last Whole Lotta Led, which made me grin, because I remembered them from their weird-ass drinks*. Apparently the tattoos were one of the few things that were remembered about their last Whole Lotta Led, so that was nice.
Speaking of things that are nice, I got my first completely blatant Stop Dead*** tonight, which made my ego crack the ceiling. I think if anything else happens to secure my self-satisfaction, my ego will actually be big enough to take on both Godzilla and my Student Loan for supremacy over Tokyo. After that, it might have to have a quick sit down and a cup of tea before taking on Jez's Smugness, which really will be a clash of the Titans. I think Jez's Smugness might win the day though.
I wish I could shake this fatigue though. It's making me mopey and I don't like it. I'm going to the doctor on Monday to get the numb patch in my hand checked out, so I might get a blood test done or something to make sure I'm not dying or something equally lame. Because you know that life without me would suck. And yes, I have been eating properly the last couple of days, as well as sleeping adequately, and having 5-HTP to see if that doesn't level things out.
Om nom nom psychedelics. As much as I love Led Zepplin, I'll always love Pink Floyd MOAR because of this song. I listened to it constantly while I was in high school, and it's awesome.
And now, Bath. I anticipate Colin the Bastard Pigeon, and although I haven't yet got a watergun for him, it'll happen. Bastard.
Also, Tamsyn? There was a Scottish guy that came in and asked for a Corona. I got him to say it twice. It doesn't sound quite as good as Steinlager Pure, but it was up there. God bless the Scots.
*Which is a shame, because I was really looking forward to that one because it's my all-time favourite of theirs. I mean, really, how can you not love it? It's Vikings and badass guitar, all in one delicious package...
**Feijoa vodka, with lemonade, lime and bitters. Although I must admit, it's not quite as bad as the guy that wanted rum, bourbon and coke in the same glass, but with no ice. Damn bogans...
***A Stop Dead is where you're being hot to the point where you stop someone dead in their tracks because they've seen you being hot; and it's normally me being the one with their jaw on the floor going DAMN and being caught out and looking like a bit of an ass. The boy tonight was quite hilarious because I was doing my standard razzle-dazzle All-Singing All-Dancing Bar-Tender act along to Whole Lotta Love while I was putting bottles away on the back bar, and I spun around to serve him and he basically went Eeeep and forgot what he wanted to drink, and also how to talk. Bless.
Dec. 4th, 2009
04:20 am
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/12/0
It was only a matter of time...
01:54 am
Oy Azoy's first gig was brilliant. Like I said earlier, it was my first Klezmer gig, and I hadn't done any background listening before I went, so I wasn't entirely sure what to expect, and I was pleasantly surprised. Oy Azoy is made up of a drummer, a keyboardist, a double-bass player, a trombone-player, a saxophonist and a clarinet player, and with that mix, you can hear where the backbone of jazz and blues came from, and it's a beautiful thing. There was also a surf-rock version of a traditional song too, which pleased me greatly, although not quite as much as the original track that they played with the saxophonist rapping in both English and French overtop of the music. Awesome.
Happy was a pretty good place to have a first gig in too, it's tiny and close and comfortable, and there was maybe 40-50 people there? Nice and low-lit and seated and cozy.
Then I wandered down to Good Luck for the Mexican night, but didn't stay past my first cider because the bar was starting to fill up and the clientel was young and dumb and I'm not really in the mood for large amounts of people.
Now I'm home. Peace and quiet and Deadwood are what the doctor ordered.
Dec. 3rd, 2009
07:08 am
I got woken up today by painters outside my room. They had better not be there tomorrow, or there will be shaking of fists and pushing of ladders.
Day One of being Moderate has gone rather well. I got bought two shots, and had a half pint of beer, instead of the usual number of shots being between four and seven, and there's normally a jug or so of beer after work. Although I think Sam has taken it upon herself to drink for the both of us, if tonight was anything to go by, the poor love. I do not want to be her in the morning...She also got stranded in town by her friends*, so Shaun was a gentleman and put her in the spare room at his place. It's nice to know that chivalry isn't dead.
So instead of staying at work and getting blisteringly drunk, I went home and cooked ( delicious salmon )
Now I'm having chai tea before bed. Behold my virtue. Hopefully this eating properly thing will also kick my sleeping into gear.
Work tonight was ok. I'm a little over loud as a default setting and bands using it as a replacement for actual talent though. I think I would be sightly more tolerant if I wasn't tired. It was also kinda funny - a friend of Ziggy's showed up dressed as a Catholic priest and asked me if I had anything to confess after the weekend. Apparently I was slightly more of a ratbag that first thought, and tales of my adventures on Sunday have spread far and wide. The Holy Father** booked me in for a two week session. I told him we'd better make it two and a half weeks, to make sure we got everything accounted for. I swear, men are the worst gossips you'll ever meet, and those boys especially, although you'd think they'd have better things to talk about than me.
Aaaaaaaaaaand I have tonight off! So I'm heading down to Happy for Oy Azoy, which is Tamsyn's friend Josh's band, and they're having their first gig EVER!! It's only $2 on the door, and it'll be the first klezmer*** band I've heard, so come and check it out :)
*She lives up the coast, almost by my parent's place
**I have NO idea what his name is, but he's friends with Ziggy and Dan and all that lot. It's annoying, because he knows my name, but I don't know his, and I hate situations like that.
***http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Klezmer
[1] Don't give me that look, I had to look it up too.
Dec. 2nd, 2009
04:53 am
Sleep is good.
Today was quite remarkably sociable, considering how yesterday I was all but a corpse. There was brief feeding and Rock Band with Anita and Aron and Dave, with pizza and much patting of Anita's freshly-shaved head*. I was quite dubious about the new Lego Rock Band, but they have Ride a White Swan by T Rex and Word Up as covered by KoRn, which fills me with glee**, even if the little characters are distracting and made out of Lego. I was vastly amused by the Lego version of Iggy Pop. VASTLY amused. I think I would have been more amused if Lego!Iggy Pop had started pulling some of the on stage antics that young and drug-fucked Iggy Pop did, but Lego Rock Band is a kid's game, so it's highly unlikely that it'd happen.
Then there were movies at Joel's house. Network is a fairly interesting film about a newsreader's rise to fame after he gets fired and goes batshit and tells his audience that he's going to kill himself live on TV on his final show. He then essentially becomes a television guru through having a messianic-style mental breakdown on screen and follows his rise and fall. There may have also been some clandestine napping, but I can neither confirm nor deny that. It was kinda funny because he lives with Andrew, who I used to work with back in the SlaveMart days, even before I met any of you lot who read me now, and are friends with me in MeatSpace***. It was good to catch up with them.
I also wound up taking the long way home as well while listening to a lot of Pink Floyd. The waterfront is quite an awesome place at night when it's misty, and the new neon Christmas tree that they've got up in Frank Kitt's Park makes me want to take a lot of acid and lie under it. They actually have bean bags so that you can lie under it and enjoy the light show, so I'm betting that there's going to be an awful lot of wasters showing up there within the next day or two, if the weather holds. I know that's where I'd be if I was a waster...
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*Shaved heads have a hand-specific gravitational pull, I swear. And also they feel lovely, so patting is pretty much a given.
**Don't you judge me.
***Holy shit, has it really been that> long?? Slavemart was where I got headhunted from before working at SlaveWise, where I met Kester and Jamie, which is how I met Kathryn and Davey and that lot, and how I started going to Katipo, and how I met most of you lot. I think it's been about 7-8 years...
Dec. 1st, 2009
06:20 am
So a whiles back I sent Miss Mel a package of my old books and for Ashton, and when Ash gets to the point where he's not at picture-books, my old copy of Kipling's The Just So Stories is first on her books to read him.
This brings me VAST amounts of joy.
Nov. 30th, 2009
07:42 pm
I am so no 25 any more.
This week has been made out of lots of pinot noir and not enough sleep or any real food other than breakfast and grazing; which was perfectly fun, right up until now. Last night was the product of a lot of pinot and then whiskey and then there are bits missing out of my night, and now I've been reminded of some things that have made me facepalm a LOT. A LOT. And I'm feeling like I've been hit by a car and turned inside out and my head's not being terribly friendly to me now.
So calming down is a good thing. Less cheap pinot, and less of everything else. I've essentially been living like a retard and it's kinda caught up with me. David was nice and foraged for me while I was collapsed on the couch being pathetic, but seriously, it's time to grow up. I have a split lip from faceplanting into the wall in my room, for fuck's sake. It's enough.
I'll still be living the dream and being the very best bitchin' bar tender on this side of the 'verse, just maybe exercising a little restraint.
Also, I'm watching the new Star Trek film. Captain Kirk is completely without ridiculous speech impediment, and I'm horribly disappointed. Although he is just as sleazy, which pleases me.
Nov. 28th, 2009
08:17 pm
Ladies and gentlemen, there is a God, and he wants me to be very, very happy.
http://www.bakonvodka.com/
06:44 am
Uneventful Friday was uneventful. I turned up to work, and there was roughly ten people in the bar, and Bernie and Denny parked up at the end of the bar looking incredibly bored, so I went and did some festival research on the web for an hour, then came back down to sign on. I think for the entire night we had about 100 people through, and the rest of town was completely dead as well. What was awesome was the surprise visit from my uncle Ivor, his wife and their au pair. He's the first member of my family I've been able to a) show off my bar to, and b) make booze for. It was only a round of mojitos so I couldn't really show off my 1337 bartending skillz0rs, but still, yay family in my bar!
Everything was done and dusted by three, so I've spent the last couple of hours sitting my ass and watching Hot Fuzz and drinking tea. Talk about party animal...I must admit, it was kinda nice to have a Saturday morning where I get to come home while it's still dark and have some quiet time.
Tomorrow night's looking up. Vodka at Vanessa's and then drinks in town. Denny's DJing down at Good Luck, so I'll be heading into there at some point too. Hopefully by tomorrow this freezing fucking cold thing will be over with and I can be Not Sore. I'd like that.
Nov. 27th, 2009
08:13 pm
I don't get it. I'm still tired out, and I've been really good with sleep and proper food the last few days. It's ridiculous. Especially after last night, the shift was stupidly short and I spent the remainder of the night emailing people to organise gigs, so there's no earthly reason I should be feeling so drained.
So, consequently, I'm hiding from Fidel's. I mean, I love you guys, you know I do, it's just that the idea of being somewhere loud with no couch makes me go eeep at the moment. And Dave does have very comfy couches.
BUT! There is new Simon's Cat, which pleases me:
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