Snipergirl's Web Log

In the future I will open a Japan­ese res­taur­ant which spe­cial­ises in mush­room dishes. Its name? The Naga­saki.

So, right now, Aether­fox, as in “Aether­fox, L33t Mas­ter of Games” got totally owned by a tree stump in Neo­pets.

So, for the past couple of nights, me and Tynic et al. have been doing a bit of ye olde bar hop­ping, in both the city and Fitzroy. Dur­ing our wan­der­ings, we’ve noticed a couple of new spe­cies of bar den­iz­ens. That’s right, the Clones and the Fairy Robots.

Clones:

We stood in the Dean­ery next to a table which was appar­ently empty, but for the coats of its so-called occu­pi­ers, who stood cas­u­ally talk­ing, in osten­ta­tious defi­ance of our obvi­ous desire to sit at the table. Even­tu­ally we did how­ever– soon after, the pre­vi­ous occu­pants decided to take their apparel and leave. And then we did see the Clones. Three or four women, strik­ingly alike in coun­ten­ance some­how, and yet not all that alike at all. We could not fathom the reason for their sim­il­ar­ity– they were not identical, and yet they seemed fright­en­ingly sim­ilar, in the way that mar­ried couples grow to resemble each other. Their hair­cuts, their style of apparel, their gen­eral facial struc­ture appeared to cor­rel­ate to a large degree, and yet, that still did not seem to explain their freak­ish resemb­lance.

Such bizarre occur­rences were for­got until the fol­low­ing night, when we sat in a bar adorned with the posters of Com­mun­ist Chinese pro­pa­ganda films. We made way for a group of women leav­ing the bar. They paused and then… their resemb­lance to the clones of the pre­vi­ous night was appar­ent. In fact we were con­vinced that these were the very women who had so weirded us out earlier. How­ever, it was hard to say whether these were the ori­ginal clones so to speak, or clones of clones. We left with no firm opin­ion on these strange events.

Fairy Robots:

At Café Nova, a girl sat with shiny “robot boots” on. She also had a tiara and was wear­ing that style of cloth­ing which screams “I am a cute girl”, which sort of went with her vacu­ous expres­sion quite well. We ima­gined that her out­fit would be com­plete with the addi­tion of some fairy wings. And thus the legend of the fairy robots was born.

The Black Pearl also spor­ted its very own fairy robot. She had her own robot shoes, her cloth­ing was that lacy kind of op-shop cloth­ing and she wore huge fake pearls which in my opin­ion were her equi­val­ent of a tiara. These “pearls” were more accur­ately described as small lus­trous balls, and the fake oysters which spawned them would prob­ably be the size of small children.

These events have rein­forced what I’ve known about Mel­bourne for quite some­time– that it is a place filled with com­plete weirdos.

SG out

Dirty dishes are like an ugly girl­friend… You only do them because you HAVE to.

• You check your email 100 times in any given day.
• You find this fact amus­ing enough to put in your blog.
• You find recurs­ive jokes amus­ing.
  

So I load up my blog for some blog­ging action regard­ing drunken exploits and I notice that the Google tar­geted advert­ising is for “Boy­friend”. Related searches? They were for “Girlfriend”.

Let me take this oppor­tun­ity to say “WTF?!?!“

Last night, I:

• Made out with one of my hot gay man friends for fun while my other friends in the back­ground were going “Ewww. Gross! Straight people!!”
• Almost got with some ran­dom other girl who was nice at the time (I’m on the rebound, I’m on the rebound, I’m on the rebound)
  
• Threw up in the McDon­alds bathroom
• Walked all the way home from Smith Street, got there at 6am and thought I was going to make it to my 8:30 class

Last night, Athena:

• “Went home in the back of a divvy van“
  

So, Fear­some Beret and I, as well as spend­ing this part of the pre-semester period in the same vicin­ity, are also work­ing on a movie idea of mine from back in the day. It’s a bit of “Pepi, Luci, Bom”, a bit of “Chas­ing Amy”, per­haps with some of the tech­niques of “Y Tu Mama Tam­bien. One may won­der how such a weird com­bin­a­tion of influ­ences could ever work but… we’ll see.

Any­way, what’s prompt­ing me to post on this fine even­ing is that I read out some of the insights I had about my char­ac­ters a few months ago. Inter­est­ing obser­va­tions such as “Stephanie Walsh is a bit of a social climber and doens’t respect her friend­ships” and “Fiona can be a bit up-herself”. Yes that’s right, while I may love I char­ac­ters I appar­ently bitch about them behind their back too. Still, I sup­pose they deserve it. Steph for break­ing up with Kate and then sleep­ing with some ran­dom guy, and Fiona for mak­ing Steph have doubts about Kate in the first place. In fact, Kate could really have been a little bit more under­stand­ing and a little less of a whore for the rela­tion­ship. I’m sure that Han­nah is really the only sens­ible one of the lot of them, but she just pro­jects all her feel­ings about her gay ex-boyfriend onto oth­ers’ rela­tion­ships. Lind­say, Megan and Sarah can go to hell in my opin­ion and prob­ably will. I feel sorry for Matt. He’s such a nice guy and Steph is prob­ably just using him to get over Kate.

Amus­ingly enough Matt is the char­ac­ter most like Fear­some Beret and Kate is the char­ac­ter most like me. And let’s not go into the resemb­lance of Steph to cer­tain young ladies that I know…