Righto girls and ghouls. The Halloween roundup

Summary:The Globe is running a double feature: First off, they have a screening of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, featuring the Cards for Sorrow floorshow. Doors are at 7, film is at 8. $15. After that is some sort of rockabilly band a thon, with three bands, burlesque dancing and a magician! Doors at ( Read more... )

So I return to Faith again.

Good things:*The venue itself is quite nice. Very open, with velvet covered couches and very very dark. So dark in fact that without my glasses on I couldn't make out people sitting on the couches. The air con was very very cold, and with a full club it was much nicer inside than out. It also had a lift ( Read more... )

Today in a fit of boredom I taught myself to count on my fingers using binary. I can get up to the seventies at the moment. Tomorrow, if it is dull, I may make it to the hundreds. Our junior minion got flogged on Sunday and damn nearly hacked one of her own fingers off. She's out of service for a few days, so many more opens for me ( Read more... )

Erk. I piked out of Facination St. Ball last night. I danced to maybe three songs, then started feeling hot and bilious and overall quite sick. The lovely missedangel ferried my sorry arse home, where I collaped into bed and slept for 13 hours ( Read more... )

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Oh! Speaking of clubs, this is how the eyepatch turned out:


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G'morning!

I say "morning", in the face of all hard evidence to the contrary, because I've been up and about maybe three hours. My sloth is however not my usual sloth, the sloth of a woman with irregular work hours and a nightowl circadian rhythm, but the sloth of a woman who spent the better part of last night dancing, drinking and generally ( Read more... )

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Saturday is supposed to be my day off. It's a bit like how you won't get pregnant if you stand up during sex, because of gravity. Great thought, not so useful in practice ( Read more... )

It's with a heaviness of heart that I finally say ta-ta to my old avatar, an eye weeping blood taken from a Mark Ryden painting. I've seen quite a few people with avatars derived from that particular painting, and some of them were the sort of arsehats I have no desire to be associated with. So look and admire, for I now have an image taken from a ( Read more... )