August 18th, 2003

2020 lack of vision

I'm a bundle of hate this morning ...

... but the internet has the cure.

factory farmers, 90% of people working in advertising, the person who decided white stilletos are fashionable again
Circle I Limbo

people who selectively breed animals for aesthetic reasonss, Tracey Emin, guiltmongerers
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

violent animal rights activists, Creationists, manager of a certain local design firm
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

builders who don't even bother to hide their own incompetence
Circle IV Rolling Weights

people who refuse to be responsible for their own actions
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

fat-ass quango cronies
Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

people who drive SUVs
Circle VII Burning Sands

people who open car doors on you as you're cycling past
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

CBBC presenters, everyone involved in perpetrating McDonalds, Margaret Thatcher
Circle IX Frozen in Ice

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  • Current Mood
2020 lack of vision

of lumpy milk and ladyfest

I go away for three bloody nights and come back to no loo roll and solid milk. It came out in a lump! And landed in my coffee! Plop! Grrr! Not that this is entirely damiancugley's fault, he's just bringing the house necessities (toilet, fridge) into line with its less-crucial parts (carpets, towels) which are in a horrible fucking state and have been since I started seriously working on Caption. Enough already. In recognition of this (and the fact that the house is no longer fit to entertain in) I've taken a day's holiday this week to do housework. The really grim thing is that one day probably isn't enough. Still, as a friend points out, "cleaning up after yourself is part of what it means to be fully human" so I'm going to do my best to get it done.

I was away at my first Ladyfest of the year, and it was a lot of fun. Exhibition as fantastic as promised, Bristol very pleasant, badasstronaut perfect hostess. Spent most of my time hanging out at Spike Island with the comics queens, including (but not limited to!) Mardou, badasstronaut, Lucy Sweet, Heather Honeypears, Kate whose lj user name I can't remember (ah! oh! could it be dansette?), and crunchcandy, of course. Three workshops over two days, we made a comic, six (count 'em!) minicomics and got thoroughly interviewed by various pressfolks. Hope they liked it as much as I did ... evening was off to a place called The Fleece (insert joke about drink prices here) for various ladybands. It was all a bit singer-songwriter for us shallow cartoonist types. (Lucy: We should start a band! Mardou: Yeah! An exciting band! Apparently I get to be on drums.) But things picked up after a small invasion of Actionettes (kick-ass 60s-dressed dancing grrrls) and Drag Kings (so tiny! awww!) pushed the female presence over 50%. Lots of synchronised dancing happened next, and then a properly noisy band with heavy post-ironic tendencies. (Lucy: We should fight the band! Mardou: Yeah! They're skinny! We can take 'em! But I thought the drummer looked like she might be handy in a fight, though.) Oh, and Debra fell asleep in the corner and nearly got thrown out by the (rather overzealous) bouncers, which was funny.

Other things I must do:
  • investigate the possible existence of sherbert lemsip
  • create a cognitive map of britsin
  • look at a lovely picture of a bird.
  • boggle at the muteblog
  • find out more about a rumours of an open garden in Kidlington which contains only ferns.
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    isn't that, just like a, woman?