Spats (or spatterdashes) are a type of footwear which is not unpopular in the steampunk scene, but otherwise went out of fashion in the early 20th century for reasons which are currently beyond me, I mean, they serve a practical purpose, y’know? Keeps the mud off your shoes. Not that I go outside frequently enough to get muddy shoes in the first place but I think we can all agree that it’s fun to accessorise regardless.
Despite developing shingles on top of my regularly scheduled December meltdown, my barely functional ass sat itself down having decided it was as good a time as any to make a real actual attempt at learning to crochet properly despite all previous yarn-craft efforts being catastrophic failures.
The previous failure being crocheted directly into the next as some kind of fucked up hat-based Ouroboros.
The marriage plebiscite somehow managed to arrive a couple of weeks ago.
Tech Support and I both ticked the “YES” and I slam-dunked those bad boys right into the nearest post box from which they hopefully made it to their destination, but with recent reports of fraud and mail tampering which has accompanied this whole ordeal… who can say for sure?!
[ / aggressively arranges ponies into endless rainbow formations ]
Recently I applied as a cadaver donor. You can read all about that over here.
From there I’ve been looking into which body parts can be legally harvested while I’m still alive. A kidney is the obvious first choice with half my liver coming in a close second, but it turns out these things are rather… complicated, so I toned it the hell down and, realising:
I’ve had no new piercings in several years, and
have maintained an acceptable body weight for over a year,
Turned my attention instead to blood donation.
The offering has been accepted.
After receiving the go-ahead from relevant medical professionals and blood tests it was time to get on with it.
It’s getting close to that time of year again: OZ Kink Fest will be running from the 15th to the 25th of September where I will be joining Von Chibi‘s team on the runway once more for the Fetish Expo Fashion Parade from 4pm on Saturday the 16th.
It’s looking set to be a kinky day, so! If that sounds like something you’d be into feel free to join us at the Fitzroy Town Hall where the doors will be open from 12noon with tickets around $25.
The blog and the comic were both down for at least 4 days a couple weeks back, it may have been longer but I was out of town and not really paying attention. The short end of it is that the servers decided they wanted to fight WordPress. Then, once the sites were back up, I still couldn’t access them for administrative purposes because the servers decided that they also wanted to fight me.
We’ve since made amends and things are more or less back in order for now.
Casually bleeding from the face is genuinely a strong look for me.
Do you enjoy zombies? Comedy? Silly short films? Well, wouldn’t you know, it was the middle of winter and my mother was all like “Hey small child, wanna go out to a freezing cold forest in the middle of the night? My cinema colleagues are making a film because people who work in cinemas enjoy making films as much as they enjoy watching them and also they need more zombies. Dad is making spaghetti for dinner.”*
And I was all “Fuck yeah I want spaghetti!” So off we trek’d in the middle of the night in the middle of winter to go be zombies in the middle of a forest and afterwards I got spaghetti for dinner despite my hands being entirely too cold to adequately hold a fork.
Point is, the film which was filmed that night, along with behind the scenes footage, is now complete and viewable on the good old YouTube so… enjoy? Or don’t?