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[Jun. 16th, 2009|12:45 pm] |
Penguins ventured down South for a long weekend, with Gilli, Greg, Paul, Kandace and Rick. We hired out a private house in Eagle Bay, it cost us $1400 for the seven of us for four nights and it was totally worth it. It was warm, with excellent heating, and a fantastic kitchen fully-provisioned with implements, and it had a television and a dvd-player and was on the beach. It was very much like going to Terracon, except much more comfortable!
We were there Thursday night through to late Sunday afternoon (that is why we paid for the extra night, so we could spend all of Sunday there), and we only left the house on Friday, when we went for a walk down the beach and wandered into Dunsborough and over to Ngilgi caves.
We spent a lot of time eating, I have written a full, beautifully photographed write-up, you can read it at my food blog, but our menu ended up as follows:
Thursday evening, pizza. Gilli made the pizza base in Perth, and we left it to rise as we made the three hour drive to Eagle Bay. We ended up making four pizzas, two vegan and two not-vegan.
Friday breakfast of waffles, pancakes, and stewed some apples. We dined on the patio, and Kandace complained that there wasn’t enough ocean views.
Friday lunch D and I sat on the awesome wooden furniture at Samudra, a vegetarian café. I had a delicious lentil burger (it was amazing), and D nommed a raw wrap with lots of yumminess in it. Everyone else went for Dunsborough Bakehouse pies and other baked treats. Friday dinner was a roasted extravaganza.
Saturday morning breakfast was less of a morning thing and more of an afternoon thing. Greg and I started the day by baking treats, jam thumbprint cookies and lemon and poppy seed muffins, before even thinking about actual breakfast, it was a massive fry up of hash browns, sausages (vegan and not), toast, tomatoes, mushrooms, and sweet potato hash browns, which were awesome. Friday dinner was nachos and tacos.
Late Saturday night, whilst watching the Dune miniseries, I cooked a pumpkin saag and some dahl, specifically for breakfast noms on Saturday, at the more usual time of nine-thirty-ish. I served these with roti and rice. Before we left on Sunday afternoon, more baking was to be had, for the trip back to Perth, and I made a whole lot of sushi.
It was a fantastic weekend, penguins had a great time, and our friends are awesome A++. As they always are.
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| exactly who we are (owls) |
[Apr. 21st, 2009|09:44 pm] |
So, we went adventuring through Victoria. We drove out to the Yarra Valley, across to Bendigo, down to Ballarat via Castlemaine and Daylesford, and rocked on in to Melbourne in time for some delicious food and hanging out with old friends before the RBP and dashing on home.
We drove through some of the region affected by the bushfires earlier this year. It was so horrible up close, you could see areas where the house had been saved and there was a little green around it and then burnt for the area around, shells of cars and places where petrol stations used to be. The trees were black and thin, little bursts of green coming through, and there is a beauty there, I think. We stepped out of the car at one point, and it was silent, no sounds you're so used to in the bush. We tried to capture it in a photo, but every photo focused on the green until it looked like verdant bush, which feels a bit like a misrepresentation at the same time as it feels like hope, and the bushfire cycle we know exists here.
We arrived in Bendigo in time to see the important part of the annual Easter Parade, the bit where the lions and the dragons come out to play, and the dragons are taunted with sweets, and the parade ends with the longest dragon in the world going for a run and then going for a nap. Later, we were wandering the streets of Bendigo and walked past an auntie and uncle, usually to be found residing in Brisbane. It's like being perthed, but you can't really be australiaed, can you?
Stayed the night in Bendigo, then meandered down to Castlemaine, where they have awesome things like a great old-fashioned toy shop and the Mt Alexander Sustainability Group. They also have the Restorer's Barn, a steam-punky delight of brass fixtures and things, and a whole room filled with cups and saucers. If we ever need to furnish in Melbourne, we'll totally be going there.
We passed through Daylesford, where it was really cold, and on to Ballarat, where we visited Sovereign Hill and sought out the Tram Museum.
In the Yarra Valley we stayed at the Yarra Valley Grange Retreat, a B+B, which was cosy and had a very accommodating chef, and would be a great place to stay for a few days. A++ recommend. In Bendigo we stayed at the Quality All Seasons, which was fine as far as motor inns go. In Castlemaine we stayed at Clevedon Manor, an adorable late Victorian manor, currently living as a B+B run by two old dears. DEFINITELY recommend this one. In Ballarat we stayed at the Best Western, which was actually quite good for a motor inn.
Going bush in Victoria was interesting, a lot of it was quite the same as WA but a lot of it was different, too. The frequency and structure of those little towns was different, and though the bush was mostly the same there was a lot more red in it, something you don't see in WA.
Then we rocked on in to Melbourne, where the usual shenanigans were had. I had the most amazing brownies at the EBC, and fantastic gelato on Lygon St (Casa Del Gelato?), but I'll talk about them in the other blog. We paid back J + DB for their hospitality and their spare bed by making a pancake stack for breakfast on Saturday, and it is my favourite form of payment. And the party, but I've already enthused about that. It was great. Everyone I love should express their love in really big parties, it is the best.
photo by amanda
not all photos, still a few more to go, but most of the ones we'll be putting up: All Photos |
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[Apr. 19th, 2009|01:44 pm] |
The reason for our adventures in Melbourne was SJ and Essie's fabulous Really Big Party, which we attended yesterday at Glen Harrow, in Belgrave. Glen Harrow is a beautiful old estate, located really close to Puffing Billy!
It was a beautiful day, hanging out with heaps of lovely people, chatting and having fun and loving SJ and Essie, who are absolute darlings. I love them both a lot + a lot. They both looked beautiful and like they were having a great day and I'm so pleased they decided to have this ceremony, and that they wanted to share it with us. <3333333
Due to the cold weather I opted for a three-piece suit and tie, and the most awesome cufflinks ever (photos later if I find some). However, many lovely people elected to actually adhere to the dress code of Mad Hatter's Party meets the Great Gatsby, and the location was perfect for such a theme. The cold weather meant the fires were lit, and it was cold and dreary outside but warm and delightful inside the old building. There were flowers on the tables and everybody scrapbooked a page for SJ and Essie's book, which was a lot of fun. We had known in advance so we brought supplies, but Jen2 supplied ribbons and fabric and textas and stamps and all sorts of fantastic things, and it was such a great activity.
There was live music and recorded music, and cucumber sandwiches, and card games, and tea, and sushi, and our Melbourne peeps and some Perth peeps, and two lovely ladies in two lovely dresses (and Essie's bustle was amazing. amazing!). It was such a wonderful really big party, and not to be repetitious but I love them.
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[Mar. 16th, 2009|05:26 pm] |
wooo really big parties
Spent the Ides of March cooking curry and then wedding-ing it up. Operation: Wedded Squee was successfully achieved, Rick and Kandace got married and then had a party. The weather was a bit on the warm side, so we loitered in the bar at the Hilton for several hours before the reception. The vegan food was excellent, I especially enjoyed the potato and leek soup, and that we got vegan chocolate when everyone else got their non-vegan favours. I love really big parties, everyone dresses up and then we sometimes get to dance (though the speakers were awful, and people didn't really dance boo).
Awesome things: Selphie was dressed like a super hero; chatting with people; dancing; frantically calling Adam with a Mandarin Emergency; Quinn's skirt; the shade of green; my cheong sam; April's dress; so many people had pocket watches; some people looking dashing.
<333 Rick and Kandace
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[Sep. 29th, 2008|09:19 pm] |
It was a beautiful spring afternoon yesterday, great for a garden wedding. We were out by the Swan Shell at Burswood, flowers and grass and a garden, and yet there were so few hats. Wear hats to outdoor weddings!
I would have worn a hat or a fascinator, as is my wont, but I wasn't sure it went with the suit.
When Davyd told me that Alex had proposed to Liz (last October), I woke up the next morning and called him a liar. I lived with Alex for a while, and I feel this gives me a certain insight to his character, as I mentioned yesterday in my speech. I gave a speech! So that was awesome. Embarrassing stories I told: Alex and his long showers; Alex and his obsession with planes and coins; the pasta sauce story; Alex and his appreciation for my Cosmopolitan magazine collection. I also included lines written by Mr Rick Astley, as did Alexa and Caitlin in their speech. People who did not quote Mr Rick Astley: Alex and Liz, even though they had suggested it in the first place.
Even though I lived with Alex, and had to put up with some pretty crappymildly annoying stuff, he is still a pretty awesome friend, and I was really chuffed to be asked to stand with him yesterday and be the Best Person there. And Liz is also pretty awesome, I hope I was helpful to them yesterday and in the lead up, and in more than just a halping sort of way. I adore them both.
Also awesome: I got to wear a suit! And I looked after the rings, and Alex and Liz got married and we spent one million years posing for photos. As we were leaving, a gigantic wedding party turned up to take their photos at UWA, there were seriously 15 people in the wedding party. And then we detoured via the Junction Ice Creamery, a wedding party and a woman in a big foofy white dress, it was fantastic. The reception was at Mulberry on Swan, and it was a buffet with four vegan options (amongst the nine options + six salads), please note people who use buffets for catering: this is the loving way to provide for the vegans in your life (I love you Alex + Liz!). "special meals" are embarrassing and lazy, and I will elaborate more on this later.
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[Aug. 2nd, 2008|12:33 pm] |
Last night was the 30th birthday party of UniSFA. I was going to talk about how awesome Gina's speech was (and how awesome Gina is in general), and how great it was to chat with some people, but my memories of specifics are hazy. I met so many of my friends through UniSFA, it's been such a pivotal part of my life and it looms less large, now, but for a few years there it was one of the most important things in my life.
Davyd and I took a number of photos, Davyd's been playing around with his portraiture technique, and though I love photo journalism I'm not so sure how I feel about it with portraiture.
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[May. 19th, 2008|10:29 pm] |
 Today is the birthday of our favourite future doctor, Dr A. We spent a whole lot of time yesterday, when I probably should have been working on my assignments, baking a masterpiece to celebrate. You can find the recipe here, if you like. It was chocolate with chocolate icing and an argyle pattern created from 100s and 1000s (and a stencil of baking paper), and we ate it in the Cap S with beer and wedges whilst I marveled at the emptiness of the Cap S on a Monday night. It's a stylish way to celebrate a birthday, I'll admit, but what do you give to the future young doctor who has all that he requires? Aside from golfing lessons, obviously.
Later, some person who might have been the manager at the Cap S scolded us for bringing a cake in without asking permission first, and Tom sassed at him, perhaps to our detriment.
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[Apr. 22nd, 2008|10:09 pm] |
We woke on Saturday morning to rain, a constant droning on the roof. I love it when it rains, but rainy days are days for cooking things for hours and staying indoors, not holding garden parties.
We ventured out to my old hairdresser, a hilarious woman named Fran who works out of Cutting Edge in Midland. There was some consultation as I produced the ornate things I wanted to slot into my hair, and some confusion as I kept complaining about height and body, which I inexplicably loathe in hair.
 My hair piece was actually formed out of the middle piece of a traditional Malay headpiece. The pieces are usually worn on top of the head, facing forwards, to form sun rays emerging from the head. There was no way I was doing this, though, and I prefer wearing my hair with pieces through it, so I felt this was a nice compromise. The headpiece belongs to a Malaysian girl with whom I work.
We returned from hair related things to discover that the marquee looked amazing. The marquee was only completed at 0800, in the rain, and then Davyd, Bernard, Zanchey, Matt, Essie, Linda and Michael started setting the tables and putting things in place, and by the time we returned it looked fantastic, all the cranes scattered on the tables and the napkins folded beautifully.
 I bought all of the hanging decorations on a recent trip to Melbourne, so if anyone happens to know of anyone who needs to use some Chinese wedding decorations, let me know. Also, the 120 pairs of chopsticks were found by rummaging through the drawers in my mother's kitchen, and in our kitchen. Chinese homes tend to have an excess of chopsticks, due to the tradition of purchasing an entire new set every Chinese New Year. As such, if anyone needs to borrow a whole lot of chopsticks, again, let me know.
At about 1300 Matt went on an emergency run to Bunnings to buy mats to put by marquee's entry, to stop people from sinking into the damp grass there. By the time he returned the rain had stopped, though, and the sun had come out, and that was awesome.
Amanda and SJ were amazing with my makeup. They threw me in a makeup chair at Myer in Perth, where the woman at the Clinique counter painted things on my face and we found perfect lips and eyes at Shishedo, both of which I've blogged about previously. I was not first to get my makeup done on the day - first was SJ's mum, who wanted her makeup to be done in time for her to watch kickoff of the derby.
My wedding dress was tailored for me by a bespoke tailor in Penang in 2005. It sounds ridiculous, especially given we didn't actually do anything else wedding related in the time between July 2005 and setting the date in December 2007, but three years later I still believe it was the best decision. I knew then that I would be wearing the qipao when we married, and at that point I was about to turn 23, and hadn't changed weight or shape in about six years. It is expensive to tailor qipao in Australia, and there was no way I was spending AUD$500+ for some sort of one wear only dress. A qipao is designed to be worn again, not worn once.
 Two weeks before the wedding I tried the dress on, and the zipper broke. I had it repaired by Snip N Stitch clothing alterations, who were happy to do the repairs but told me I had to find the invisible zip on my own, as very long, bright red invisible zips were hard to come by around here. Fortunately the crazy wool store at Subi crossroads had some. Cost of repairs plus zip was $32.95.
The qipao fit fine, though you should note that they're made to fit snug, which made sitting a challenge. "I have to hike my skirt up," I complained to my mother, later. "That's how it works," she replied, like it was something I already knew but had obviously forgotten. It also made bending over a chore, so all night I made people pick things up for me. Essie reminded me, though, at least I was still able to go to the loo on my own, some wedding dresses require assistance when you sit to pee.
It is customary to wait one month after the birth of a baby before gift giving. This is a hold over from the days when babies would often die during their first few days, and pragmatically there is no point giving gifts to a baby who dies a few days later. The gifts are also gifts and wishes for the baby's future, usually represented by a whole lot of gold jewellery. It is this that I was wearing, the gold given to me after my first month, so that I was draped in the wishes of my family.
 For the longest time I was determined not to hold a bouquet. At the last, I was convinced to hold something, so I agreed to a bouquet, but only if it could be styled similarly to the bouquets that Tom and Max's bridesmaids held a few years ago. The result, designed by Linda, was simply magnificent. It was understated yet bright and not all droopy like a teardrop, and I loved it.
As I peered out the window, waiting for the time to be right, and for all to be ready, I was delighted to discover that many people had turned up with hats and fascinators, and in Alex's case with a cane. Maelkann wore a bright orange suit, as promised, and my view from the window was all bright colours and big hats and I was so pleased.
I was reluctant to do a stately walk down the aisle, there's so much possession and propriety implicit in that. The compromise was that Davyd, Zanchey, Bernard, SJ and Susie would chat with people somewhere around the frontish area, whilst dad and I would meander over. I sank slowly into the ground as I walked, and my stocking slowly failed (I couldn't wear a garter belt as the qipao has no give for it, and the elastic on the stay-up failed).
The sun was in our eyes, because although we'd run through the day before, we'd ended up in the wrong position, so halfway through the ceremony we crept forward, out of the glare. At prodding from the celebrant, we included anecdotes and readings, how we met through Sailor Moon and then SJ read a bit from Now We Are Six, because everybody loves a Pooh quote.
Later, we took a giant group photo. Afterwards, we dismissed friends to play croquet and cricket (thanks to dr k and dave for the croquet set, and grahame for the cricket set), and half of Davyd's extended family took "and if you're family, you have to stick around for more photos" as an opportunity to nick off to the pub to watch the end of the derby. A number of friends ran off to the Junction for icecream, though many of them managed to get lost. In hindsight, we should have included directions to the Junction as part of the wedding pack, along with the map to the venue.
group photo, sans amanda and essie :o(
We meandered around the estate, taking photos as they occurred to us and pausing for champagne, and for me to unlock my ibook. I discarded the failing stockings before we headed to the marquee, where many of our friends were already well into the beer, and had almost demolished the Squire.
 On a table to the side was a basket from Singapore, overflowing with ang pau and surrounded by envelopes. The Chinese custom shies away from registries and gifts, leaning more towards things that will fit in little red envelopes, that is, money and jewellery. This is considered more practical. "No one is writing their name!" my mother despaired, so now we have no idea who gave what. It is usual to take note of each red packet, the amount and who gave it, but I prefer it this way. Now, if someone chose not to give us anything, we will never know, and that is fine because gifts should be no obligation, anyway.
A Chinese wedding banquet is a lavish, extended affair, comprising eight to ten courses (not including dessert), each served individually to the middle of the table, for communal eating. It is sprawling, taking usually about two to three hours, and it is important to eat selectively at each course, or by meal's end you can find yourself bloated, and unable to sample the delicious dishes which round out the banquet. I have blogged about the catering we used in my foodie blog here, and about our delicious vegan and gluten-free (double chocolate and raspberry) wedding cupcakes here.
 Although the catering was done by Lotus, and the cupcakes were constructed by Susie, Amanda, Sajee and Essie in a feat of awesome, and the fruit was prepared by my mother and an auntie, the serving and related was done by Linda and Michael, with assistance from two of the kids from archery and a colleague of Davyd's.
Linda and Michael went above and beyond, volunteering to come early Saturday morning to assist with setup, and staying late to help us clear away. All we'd wanted them to do was coordinate the food! Their help was amazing and we are so appreciative of their contribution to the Really Big Party. Linda also did all the flower related things, my beautiful tiny bouquet and the corsages and buttons.
There were a handful of speeches, limit of 120 seconds. SJ wrote hers onto a crane; we had to wait for her to unfold it. There was some music and some dancing, cheers to Meggie for using her contacts to get us the sound gear. I turned around at one point to discover that some people I occasionally call friends had loaded some very choice songs onto my ibook, cheers for that, guys. Whereby 'choice' should be prefaced by 'questionable.'
Linda, Michael, Zanchey and Bernard stayed with us until well past midnight, cleaning and clearing and putting away. Eventually, exhausted, we kicked everyone out though the job was unfinished, and waved Linda and Michael off, and we four tumbled into the car and Bernard drove us all home.
As Zanchey stumbled out of the car at 0130, he reached behind Davyd's head and withdrew a top hat. "Oh, what!" I exclaimed, that he had not worn it in photos, and he shut the door and we drove away.
Thank you so much to everyone who came, it was delightful and both Davyd and I had an excellent Party, and we hope that everyone else did, too.
Photos:
- Full set of photos taken by Amanda can be found here. There are about 600 of them, though, so I have posted a small selection of my favourites here
- Some can be found here by my frellie
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- essie's picks of her own photos; full set can be found here
- essie's picks of amanda's photos
- these were photos taken by thanners
- Anil took some photos which you can find here
- Photos by Davyd's dad can be found here
- Photos by Alex here (everyone is pulling such dour faces, though!)
Please let me know if you have some that aren't linked here, and if you've taken some but haven't put them up please do that and let me know.
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[Mar. 30th, 2008|12:44 pm] |
Tommo and Tina have this friend Jane. Jane found, last night, that every person she seemed to talk to of Tommo and Tina's friends knew Tommo through uni, through unisfa or whatever. And it's true, all of our friends have known Tommo for years, and met Tina through him, or through Nancy.
I met Tina long before that, this dorky sister of a dorky friend and we were all dorks together, in their ridiculously loud house and their incredibly messy room. And I met Tommo after that, separate from Tina, this gigantic looming figure with whom I almost shared a house, who taught me words like awesometacular.
Davyd posted about their wedding in the wee hours of this morning, and he used a lovely photo, a romantic kissing kind of pose, and it was a beautiful photo.
This photo, though, is Tommo, and it is Tina, and I think it is brillig:
Shh, she is saying, or shit, or something, and as she wandered past to reach the aisle she told us in passing that she had lost her shoe. The flowergirls arrived in a bright yellow kombi and were herded down the aisle by Nancy shouting instructions from her position further back in the procession, and Tina looked like she wanted to be a mermaid, and Tommo had a pocketwatch, and it was just all such a delight.
Tommo and Tina are awesometacular, and I adore them both.
If Furry's graph actually exists, as alluded in his speech, I would like to see it. Congratulations to Anil for keeping his pants on. Please note Penguins wearing headwear (fascinators and hats).
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[Mar. 7th, 2008|11:07 pm] |
You may or may not recall, in November of 2007 Davyd and I celebrated the completion of his thesis by going on a road trip through Queensland. Davyd has finally uploaded the photos from that trip, they can be found in a somewhat higgledy-piggledy order here. At the tail end of that road trip we dashed down to Melbourne for two days for a trip (sponsored by Davyd's mum) to see Phantom of the Opera and hang with SJ, Essie and Amanda. Of course we took photos, they can be found here.
Photos of our more recent adventures in Melbourne in January can be located, once again in some sort of weird order, here and here.
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[Oct. 21st, 2007|10:16 pm] |
This weekend was a busy one, but the only thing I took photos of was Grahame's birthday picnic. This is just a random selection of fun photos.
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[Sep. 23rd, 2007|09:06 am] |
On Friday the fantastic Susie and Matt got married, and it was a lovely spring day and it was out in the Swan Valley and it was great.
The sun was bright, and the Party Bus was just as fun as we'd hoped, though suspiciously lacking in champagne. The bus driver took us down Morley Drive and then onto the Tonkin Highway and then onto the Reid Highway, which, what? Just past Benara Road the bus started beeping, then slowing down, then the beeping began to speed up, and then the bus stopped. The bus driver got out of the bus, got back on the bus, took his jacket, then got off the bus again. The bus gave a shudder, then stopped. It's eaten the driver, someone said.
It's so far, several people commented when we finally arrived. Not that far, I replied, my parents live still live ten minutes that way, and I pointed further north.
Susie was very pretty, and Matt was very dapper. Susie seemed almost giddy with happiness, and Matt was smiling and such which is always an excellent sign from him, so I assume he was pretty pleased. Somehow all three of the groomsmen scrubbed up quite well, which was completely unexpected, what with the three groomsmen being Alwyn, Michal and Grahame.
Cocktail receptions are a bit tiring, mostly because one spends the better part of six hours on one's feet, but it was fun and I like the mingling, the constant reforming of little conversation groups.
The bus ride home was hilarious, and I feel sorry for the people on the bus who weren't us because we were incredibly loud, and we spent a lot of time laughing and yelling at one another, and Anil kept trying to take off his pants (again).*
When we got home, I made Davyd a sandwich, because I discovered he hadn't eaten a single thing all night.
Combined, Davyd and I took 194 photos. As such, Davyd hasn't had a chance to upload our photos yet, but you can find a small selection of my favourites under the cut. Unless you're reading on planet ucc, in which case they are already there for you to see.
ETA: photos can now be found here.
( but they're fun to have around )
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[Aug. 26th, 2007|03:06 pm] |
Last night was a long, hilarious evening. We finally reached home about one am, and when we left it was still going, moderately loudly.
I took a handful of photos last night, and of the ones that I took, I like the following:
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| ego boo post #5 |
[Aug. 16th, 2007|07:25 pm] |
cavalaxis is a thoughtful, intriguing sort of person who likes many of the same things as I do, including the more beautiful ones. If you disagree with me, perhaps you should take a look at her comm, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) musecrack, which I adore. Her personal posts are always brief but interesting, and she's always pointing me in the direction of fun new things.
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skywardprodigal is an impassioned, caring person, and her posts never fail to stir emotion in me. Sometimes it's anger, sometimes it's pleasure, it's an assortment of things, but I never read a post of hers and go, eh. She makes picture posts about beautiful, coloured people, and I am so grateful to her for that, even (especially) when they're people I've not ever heard of. And she has a cool sense of humour (I know that's weird, but it's true). |
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[Aug. 15th, 2007|10:02 pm] |
I was really annoyed at myself when I was unable to make it to harveystoat's birthday. I feel like karaoke with him would have been FANTASTIC. He is this huge, energetic person, even when he's seedy-looking and hungoverish, and he always has the most fabulous stories to tell. I look forward to seeing him perform in some sort of professional capacity, chatting with him, and perhaps buying him a brightly coloured drink with an umbrella in it. I look forward to doing these things between Swancons, not just at them, because I think he's worth the effort to hang out with.
(I worry that he might not want to hang out with me, though, because he's kind of incredibly cool)
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I always fail at spelling akire_yta's lj username correctly. I freak out when I see her name, sometimes, because I'll be hanging out in my Other Journal, being a big fat fangirl, and someone from my REAL LIFE will appear, and the cognitive dissonance is astounding.
I'm still totally unimpressed that she wasn't able to attend the AWESOMENESS that was our con, but I'm really glad that I got to hang out with her in the months preceeding. She's quite loud and opinionated, and everybody knows I adore that in a person. Plus, she used to work in a book store, and now we can call her Doctor. |
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| ego boo post #3 |
[Aug. 14th, 2007|06:27 pm] |
vegetus was the first vegan I ever met (that I know of). Her passion for cruelty-free living is inspiring, and I love that through all of her low points, both animal-related and not, she has remained a passionate and caring person. That is not to say that she is not cynical: she is, but healthily so, and I continue to crave her approval in my slow transition to a cruelty-free existence. When I have needed her, she has always been available, and when Davyd needed her she was always available, and she has long been an amazing, supportive friend to both of us.
I miss her, now that she is not here, and I wish that I could share this adventure with her.
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I regret that my friendship with tommmo stuttered in 2002, when we were about to embark on a very naughty adventure together to qualify for Centrelink and move into a share house and in the end we didn't follow through. I moved into the House of Pain, but Tommo did not, and I feel like I missed a huge opportunity to become fantastic friends with a really awesome person (I believe that this is so because living in the House of Pain so strongly developed my friendship with g.c and coman), and I feel like it has made my life in some way less awesome. We are still friends, but I feel that our friendship is not what it would have been, which I suppose is inevitable.
I often do not agree with Tommo's music selection, but his love of music is really cool, and he co-ran a really awesome con, and I would do it again in an instant.
I would not hesitate to call him awesometacular any day of the week.
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| ego boo post #2 |
[Aug. 13th, 2007|09:20 pm] |
I was going to go in order, but somebody who shall remain ESSIE is practically jumping up and down in a bright shirt with her hand in the air, so:
Due to her relationship with one of my favourite people in the entire world, I felt the pressure to approve of dear_prudence when we first met. Though we got off to a shaky start, due to her (then) recent discovery of her gluten-intolerance and the way it changed her interaction with the world, I now value her amongst my favourite people in her own right. She is like no one I have ever adored before, with a love of delicate, soft things, parasols and thin tea cups and smelly creams, and she is soft and squishy and a delicate flower, but she is loud, and she is determined, and I know that she would defend me in any fight, against any opponent. |
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| ego-boo post #1 |
[Aug. 13th, 2007|06:01 pm] |
stephbg is much older than I am. When I was sixteen (I KNOW), she was already quite grown-up, with a university degree and a shirt covered in smileys from a UWA computer group of some sort (I don't know if it was UCC or faculty related), and that was so awesome. She did cool art, not because making sculptures out of cds was cool (it still isn't, you big dork), but because it was taking something everyone had a million of, and repurposing it.
This year (nine years later) for Swancon her artwork was repurposed capacitors and chips and similar, and I remain insanely jealous that I did not think of it first.
I admire her for being a grownup, and for making extravagant, crazy things, and not being too worried about wearing feathers on her head. And right now I admire her because she was tired and sore today, and still went swimming.
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anxiolytic is not a grownup. Although we are not that different in years, I have always thought of him as both a person who is older than me in terms of years, but younger than me in terms of enthusiasm and staying power. This is not a bad thing, but the Energiser Bunny springs to mind. He is this awesome mix of enthusiastic and cynical, and his enthusiasm (sorry to overuse) for the cricket is overwhelming, contagious. He is (usually) very interesting to talk to, and I love that his latest dilemma is the fact that his students are frequenting the same clubs as he.
His stache was perhaps the most fantastic I have ever seen.
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If you would like an ego-boo, you can comment here. |
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| do your homework or wag for weeks |
[Aug. 12th, 2007|10:02 pm] |
Some people I know have, of late, been doing an ego-stroking thing for the egos of others, and the weather is about to get dreary again, and it's all cold, and I would make this a poll but I cannot as my account is of the wrong sort, so:
Comment here if you would like me to say nice things about you. The caveat, of course, is what if I have nothing nice to say? But I suppose that is just a risk you'll have to take.
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In other news, I love having people over for dinner, and I love being extravagent about it, but it does make for rather a mess. |
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