M.U.A. – Cassahra Rose | Headpiece – Cherry Pie Millinery
Hit the runway in a jacket by Von Chibi paired with jaunty hat by Cherry Pie and a 3-tiered jabot I’d whipped up in the week before the show.
3-Tier Spiderweb Jabot
Despite a fevered ability to take thousands upon thousands of photographs of invertebrates and interesting looking rocks, I’d left the camera at home that day, so only snapped a handful of vaguely unfocused selfies with the phone.
The Melbourne Alternative Designers Fashion Showcase is coming up on Saturday the 25th of March (that’s this Saturday) at the St. Kilda Town Hall from 6:30pm through until 11:30pm. If you’re in Melbourne and interested in seeing some of our local designers strutting their stuff then come and check it out!
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Other recent updates include removal of delayed image loading from both the blog and comic as it was being temperamental. Image loading times just weren’t enough of an issue to warrant arguing with it.
So, uh… Somebody paid for my brunch on Sunday and I have no idea who it was? Was it somebody I know? Or who knows Jun (since you paid his too)? Presumably if you’re an acquaintance you’d have said “hi” so maybe it was just one of those Random Acts Of Kindness people sometimes do? Then again, it was 11am on a Sunday and I’m not saying that my sleeping habits are Entirely Fucked™ but even on a good day I tend not to recognise people out of context so maybe you did try to say hi?
If so: I am very sorry for ignoring you.
In any case, I am still very confused, nonetheless, thank you.
Of course, being very confused is my natural state of existence, so.
Let me prepare for the summer… by throwing up everywhere.
Jun suggests I should maybe just stop eating things that are visibly rancid, but he vastly overestimates my sense of self-preservation while equally underestimating the complicated relationship I have with food.
Besides, it isn’t as though my appetite for mouldy strawberries is at all diminished during the winter months, so do forgive me if I’m unwilling to lay blame solely on diet.
Point is, it’s been kind of a bad time recently.
So a few weeks ago, when a friendo messaged with a link to a GDC talk by John Romero regarding the history of id Software, that was exactly what I needed. Classic id Soft feels never don’t bring me joy. Heck, my first VR experience was playing Doom with my brother in the mid 90’s on what I’m fairly certain was a Forte VFX1. Though the memories are hazy at best (Where were we? Who did it belong to?), I distinctly remember the handheld “Cyberpuck” controller, thought that shit was the wildest mouse I’d ever seen. Blew my heckin’ mind. Wish I could show 7yr old me a Cintiq, the concept of a stylus would probably put that kid in cardiac arrest.
But that’s neither here nor there.
What a delight, when the popularity of the Commander Keen series is mentioned around the 6-minute mark, to see a handful of cosplayers pop up in the accompanying slideshow, and find my own emo trash face amongst them. Tears of Real Emotion™ just about pooled in my cold dead eyes. Okay, maybe not that far, but I was rather chuffed.
In any case, if you’re down for some PC gaming history I highly recommend giving it a watch:
It seems, despite the genuinely suspicious quantity of condiments lining my pockets, I have made it back to Australia relatively unscathed* after spending the better portion of August in Japan.
“How is the weather there?” My father had asked. “Cicadas.” Was my response.
Why on earth did I agree to cross the equator during August? That’s rhetorical, by the way; 35°C days with 95% humidity and a spot of mild typhoon toward the end there. Natural disasters are one thing but heat and I do not agree. Next time let’s shoot for February.
The Helpercats survived my absence (thanks to my parents for keeping an eye on them); though admittedly Claude screamed for 12 straight hours when we got back- only stopping due to the loss of her voice, while Hobes actively attepted to incapacitate me via concussion with the ferocity of his smooches.
Claude forgave my absence upon the realisation that luggage is comfortable for sits.
It is good to be home.
It was good to not be home.
It was, in many ways, frightening, to spend an entire month in direct contact with another human being, even if it was with the one I’ve been living with for the past six years, who already knows too much anyway. Though surprisingly, it was only quite recently that he genuinely managed to shame one of my hobbies.