Dearest Readers.
Some of you are not actually dear as I don't know you, yet I most certainly appreciate the myth I create in my poor cranium of fame, so suck it. Alas I've been out of the loving embrace of 852 for a while now, and am really starting to show the signs. I think I may have acquired actual homeostatic activity at this rate, something that my trust anatomy (lungs, heart, liver, namely) fend off with the utmost care. Such functions can only lead to one thing, the acquisition of a rump. Such horrid things are most certainly not permitted on my watch, thanks.
Wrestled with fate today over which Victor Hugo to purchase in Chapters (now in vancouver) twas a match to the death (or you know, purchase) 'tween les miserables and the hunchback ect. Quasi won, of course, because he was six canadians cheaper... a bad way to judge literature yet called for, on occasion. Also wrangled some poetry and what not.
I feel my core deteriorating in this homey environment. Considering my inner-clockwork is comprised of bloodies, shaved ice, salt, vocal chords, old ciggie ash, vodka-stained hat-bands, a lettuce leaf and a jute-box I haven't much show for wholesome pandering.
Yet, (and readers beware this information is very distressing), I actually had a genuine snowball fight with my two cousins of even & smallyearsold. It was picturesque, grotesque... and I fear actually jolly. I need some form of debauchery to save me or I shall find myself fast slipping into corduroys!
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Sunday, 28 December 2008
This That & Whistling
Christmas day found me traveling to whistler, for some snowboarding and snowcapades. What fun.
But I forget myself... I must narrate from christmas eve's eve.
That night was a most excellent endeavor at being obscene and blatant about badly-founded pride. Started at Stickyfinger-sisters house in DB. Came back to the shiner HK side with Captain Contemporary and Stickyfinger-sister after some forced conversation on the vessel over.
He and I hit up Balalaika to feed on the lovely bloodies thereabouts. We then headed up to the peace steps with adequate libations and then headed to fiddletop where certain happy events occurred. In such a felicitous mood (and truly meager dress) we headed to Carniges.
Saw him again the next day, much more detail later, I must head out to sup.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
But I forget myself... I must narrate from christmas eve's eve.
That night was a most excellent endeavor at being obscene and blatant about badly-founded pride. Started at Stickyfinger-sisters house in DB. Came back to the shiner HK side with Captain Contemporary and Stickyfinger-sister after some forced conversation on the vessel over.
He and I hit up Balalaika to feed on the lovely bloodies thereabouts. We then headed up to the peace steps with adequate libations and then headed to fiddletop where certain happy events occurred. In such a felicitous mood (and truly meager dress) we headed to Carniges.
Saw him again the next day, much more detail later, I must head out to sup.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Monday, 22 December 2008
Speak Friend & Enter
Well I reckon tonight shall be a good galavant.
Has been too long since I've been truly out & about, as in it has been around two days. I had hoped to crash at Glinda's, we shall see how this that and the other thing transpire. Hitting up balalaika for a bloody at eight and a half with Captain Contemporary (also rocks).
HKJ went most delightfully yesterday, Othello did a really very interesting trick of throwing two balls behind his back and continuing to juggle them after they'd been caught. I'd gotten some shoes which give about as much support as an apathetic sneeze, but they are good for hooping as they have no heel (or, really, anything else).
So I managed to do the trick I'e been hankering after for a while, which is a release-float in the air followed by kicking the hoop up over my head, and spinning it on a wrist/elbow catch on the other arm behind. It usually only works by fluke at the moment but is coming along much nicer after the re-shoeing. The old ones I'd wear for hooping were some fancy-pants leather boots (complete with pretentious label and shiny buckle) that didn't bend & were too heavy.
Captain Contemporary (also rocks) did a trick I had not seen before, one that consisted of plucking his shirt under one of the weighted juggling balls, causing it to bounce up into another arc. 'twas impressive, at least towards a hoop dancer such as myself. I can only juggle one object, but I can do it very fast and without much concern for modesty or the safety of others.
And a hoop is big, after all... if that can be any form of solace.
I believe many people are hitting up the scene tonight, Carniges is talked of on about the same level as 'The Promise Land' at this point. Going to need to get my this-and-that together.
Flower left yesterday to the deep disappointment of Glinda & myself, Jhonnie Cat. I worry as to her mental stability amongst her insane relations, then I realize that mental stability isn't fashionable nowadays so its not too much of a loss.
I hope to see Stickyfinger-Sister out and about tonight, feel as if I hadn't seem her in ages and she is such a delightful person. The best outfit I've seen her in (for going out, the magical jeans are the casual win, hands down) is the little black dress with the leopard blouse and shoes. Is it bad I remember things as such so clearly? I remember she had an important night of it in that outfit and so it may be mentally healthy to do a re-take. Although its great for any girl to look that good.
Beltbuckle is leaving to NZ soon permanently, yet I know he shall return to the big 852 in breaks as Towsh & Ruckus do. I haven't actually seen Ruckus or Towsh since they got back. I ought to pay my respects to their presence here in this abnormal city.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Has been too long since I've been truly out & about, as in it has been around two days. I had hoped to crash at Glinda's, we shall see how this that and the other thing transpire. Hitting up balalaika for a bloody at eight and a half with Captain Contemporary (also rocks).
HKJ went most delightfully yesterday, Othello did a really very interesting trick of throwing two balls behind his back and continuing to juggle them after they'd been caught. I'd gotten some shoes which give about as much support as an apathetic sneeze, but they are good for hooping as they have no heel (or, really, anything else).
So I managed to do the trick I'e been hankering after for a while, which is a release-float in the air followed by kicking the hoop up over my head, and spinning it on a wrist/elbow catch on the other arm behind. It usually only works by fluke at the moment but is coming along much nicer after the re-shoeing. The old ones I'd wear for hooping were some fancy-pants leather boots (complete with pretentious label and shiny buckle) that didn't bend & were too heavy.
Captain Contemporary (also rocks) did a trick I had not seen before, one that consisted of plucking his shirt under one of the weighted juggling balls, causing it to bounce up into another arc. 'twas impressive, at least towards a hoop dancer such as myself. I can only juggle one object, but I can do it very fast and without much concern for modesty or the safety of others.
And a hoop is big, after all... if that can be any form of solace.
I believe many people are hitting up the scene tonight, Carniges is talked of on about the same level as 'The Promise Land' at this point. Going to need to get my this-and-that together.
Flower left yesterday to the deep disappointment of Glinda & myself, Jhonnie Cat. I worry as to her mental stability amongst her insane relations, then I realize that mental stability isn't fashionable nowadays so its not too much of a loss.
I hope to see Stickyfinger-Sister out and about tonight, feel as if I hadn't seem her in ages and she is such a delightful person. The best outfit I've seen her in (for going out, the magical jeans are the casual win, hands down) is the little black dress with the leopard blouse and shoes. Is it bad I remember things as such so clearly? I remember she had an important night of it in that outfit and so it may be mentally healthy to do a re-take. Although its great for any girl to look that good.
Beltbuckle is leaving to NZ soon permanently, yet I know he shall return to the big 852 in breaks as Towsh & Ruckus do. I haven't actually seen Ruckus or Towsh since they got back. I ought to pay my respects to their presence here in this abnormal city.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Sunday, 21 December 2008
Sweating Hearts & Brand New Starts
I must admit I am worried sick about this whole situation that has reared its ugly head into our lives, and its young into our hearts.
Spoke to Stickyfinger-Sister yesterday while I was making possibly the most repulsive noodles in creation. Luckily, (as I mentioned earlier) I sold my appetite and so did not have to eat them. But they were certainly a peculiar color. Just another thing that isn't on my Bucket List but I'm glad to have done.
We were galavanting and making our little schemes and dreams and what not, when she appeared to take offense at the possibility of revealed information. So we came to an agreement that no negative information shall now no ever shall be passed 'tween her and me. (grammatical vomit).
I've no money what so ever to fulfill my odd life requirements and so much be exceptionally creative in how I obtain it. I may use only coupons today, or mayhaps I shall threaten passing children in Portuguese. This will be tricky considering I can't actually speak Portuguese.
Captain Contemporary has been voyaging across the seven seas and is soon returning, as Flower soon is to embark on them tonight. I had hoped that she could have stayed for the holidays, yet alas we all seem to be dispersing hither and thither. Oh my, what unhappy hootenanny. Captain Contemporary may be accompanying me to HKJ tonight.
Towsh & Ruckus are back!
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Spoke to Stickyfinger-Sister yesterday while I was making possibly the most repulsive noodles in creation. Luckily, (as I mentioned earlier) I sold my appetite and so did not have to eat them. But they were certainly a peculiar color. Just another thing that isn't on my Bucket List but I'm glad to have done.
We were galavanting and making our little schemes and dreams and what not, when she appeared to take offense at the possibility of revealed information. So we came to an agreement that no negative information shall now no ever shall be passed 'tween her and me. (grammatical vomit).
I've no money what so ever to fulfill my odd life requirements and so much be exceptionally creative in how I obtain it. I may use only coupons today, or mayhaps I shall threaten passing children in Portuguese. This will be tricky considering I can't actually speak Portuguese.
Captain Contemporary has been voyaging across the seven seas and is soon returning, as Flower soon is to embark on them tonight. I had hoped that she could have stayed for the holidays, yet alas we all seem to be dispersing hither and thither. Oh my, what unhappy hootenanny. Captain Contemporary may be accompanying me to HKJ tonight.
Towsh & Ruckus are back!
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Olive Juice
Cricket, I am spent from my escapades of the night before.
Got some lovely gifts, very very happy with holiday booty. Received a bugle, a magnifying glass, a tiny hourglass, and twelve works of Shakespeare. What frabjous occurrences!
Saturday (yesterday) spent in working, did a show for a little girl of three years old. Did some singing and what not, but no magic and my hoop is under renovation. I am painting it. So my show was greatly abbreviated, and I made some truly fantastic balloon animals. Got the knack to invent when a child calls upon some new latex-genetic-mutation to be called into existence.
Ran into Accordion yesterday at H & M, and the day before at Mix, where he had purchased a 'Nutty Professor' smoothie. It was extraordinarily thick, the kind of smoothie that requires one to cross ones eyes and make light squeaking noises.
(me and my actual accordion, not the person)
After the show I met up with Flower, Glinda, and two of Flower's Inmates. We went first to Cotton On to stand around, and then Gnat-hand showed up. After more standing around we gathered up our limbs to Cul De Sac. Here, Flower & I watched her inmates and Glinda eat. After two bloodies Flower & I headed to Goccia.
Goccia doesn't have a happy-hour, but there is delightful food for consumption. So Flower feasted upon small and satisfying foods. I sold my appetite, but what remains is vegetarian and took delight in the miniscule mouthfuls, wide glinting plates, and unnecessarily symmetrical food. I was most entertained by the claim of the keeper behind the mood-lit counter when he claimed that no bloody could best him, and spake of the way they are created at Balalaika.
I hope to be the judge of any rivalry, as I informed Flower.
After Goccia we headed for a 'proper supper' at the Foreign Correspondence Club. Tis the kind of place that has newspaper clippings headed with 'The Japs Attack' and is decorated with elderly gentlemen addressing each other as 'Old Bean' and 'Chap'. Supper consisted of three spoonfuls of soup and a dejected waiter. (Do you want bread? / Do I?!!!!... No.)
Balalaika, Buddha Lounge, after. Met some lovely riff-raff who I hadn't seen in a good while, and then proceeded to mojito ourselves. After some really very entertaining spills, thrills and daffodils I headed on homewards.
Twas indeed a good saturday, and today is sunday. I doubt that I will go out tonight, I must attend to the painting of my hoop. I'm hoop-dancing tomorrow and I mayhaps shall go with Captain Contemporary, I hope as yet to meet Othello there. I left my hoodie there two weeks afore tomorrow, and hope he has claimed it.
Watching 'The Fellowship Of The Ring'. JRR gave great imagination, fascination and procrastination to generation upon generation.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Got some lovely gifts, very very happy with holiday booty. Received a bugle, a magnifying glass, a tiny hourglass, and twelve works of Shakespeare. What frabjous occurrences!
Saturday (yesterday) spent in working, did a show for a little girl of three years old. Did some singing and what not, but no magic and my hoop is under renovation. I am painting it. So my show was greatly abbreviated, and I made some truly fantastic balloon animals. Got the knack to invent when a child calls upon some new latex-genetic-mutation to be called into existence.
Ran into Accordion yesterday at H & M, and the day before at Mix, where he had purchased a 'Nutty Professor' smoothie. It was extraordinarily thick, the kind of smoothie that requires one to cross ones eyes and make light squeaking noises.
(me and my actual accordion, not the person)
After the show I met up with Flower, Glinda, and two of Flower's Inmates. We went first to Cotton On to stand around, and then Gnat-hand showed up. After more standing around we gathered up our limbs to Cul De Sac. Here, Flower & I watched her inmates and Glinda eat. After two bloodies Flower & I headed to Goccia.
Goccia doesn't have a happy-hour, but there is delightful food for consumption. So Flower feasted upon small and satisfying foods. I sold my appetite, but what remains is vegetarian and took delight in the miniscule mouthfuls, wide glinting plates, and unnecessarily symmetrical food. I was most entertained by the claim of the keeper behind the mood-lit counter when he claimed that no bloody could best him, and spake of the way they are created at Balalaika.
I hope to be the judge of any rivalry, as I informed Flower.
After Goccia we headed for a 'proper supper' at the Foreign Correspondence Club. Tis the kind of place that has newspaper clippings headed with 'The Japs Attack' and is decorated with elderly gentlemen addressing each other as 'Old Bean' and 'Chap'. Supper consisted of three spoonfuls of soup and a dejected waiter. (Do you want bread? / Do I?!!!!... No.)
Balalaika, Buddha Lounge, after. Met some lovely riff-raff who I hadn't seen in a good while, and then proceeded to mojito ourselves. After some really very entertaining spills, thrills and daffodils I headed on homewards.
Twas indeed a good saturday, and today is sunday. I doubt that I will go out tonight, I must attend to the painting of my hoop. I'm hoop-dancing tomorrow and I mayhaps shall go with Captain Contemporary, I hope as yet to meet Othello there. I left my hoodie there two weeks afore tomorrow, and hope he has claimed it.
Watching 'The Fellowship Of The Ring'. JRR gave great imagination, fascination and procrastination to generation upon generation.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat.
Friday, 19 December 2008
Life & Death In Lang Kwai
Alas, Alas...
Two of my fish have perished and scummed to a buoyancy disorder.
Make that three.
So now I only have two fish. 'They're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl' and there can only be one soul survivor. Stickyfinger-Sister-Chickenoodlesoup The Spazzy Orange Fish lives on, with the intrepid and for some indeterminable reason really tough Johan Sebastian Bach The Sucker Fish. They swim around and around being vapid together. A match made by Devin.
Mahi-Mahi (not the Hawaiian sea-critter in this case, but a code name for an all-expenses paid gentlemen of good standing) & Hopscotch are hosting some gigantic New Years Party. It will be quite the event, so I imagine although I scribbled upon the event wall for 'heated gentlemen, please' just because it doesn't hurt to have a friendly ratio.
So I'd filmed the auditions to Bars In Fair Lies, a show that is put on every year that features modern music and hootenanny. I auditioned as well, and today the results were put through. For Bars In Fair Lies every year the performers 'become' particular musical roles. For example, I auditioned last year 'As' Cecilia Bartoli with renascence 'Amarilli, Mia Bella' and was asked to 'be' Nichole Scherzingleberrybutterfer (whatever her name is, from that vile troop PCD).
The year before I auditioned singing Jazz (as Ella Fitzgerald, nothing like her before not since) and was promptly made a Spice Girl.
Can I get a 'wtf' from any random member of the audience?
So this year I was told which song to audition with, 'Rehab' the Amy Whinehouse number. But ultimately I was put through Bars In Fair Lines as Katy Perry. My ex-girlfriend would be proud.
Everyone is going to some club tonight, yet I stay at home due to organized Christmas spirit. Seems a pretty nice place, too. In TST so it ain't too dogdey. Well, I hope they have fun and put up lots of embarrassing photos.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Two of my fish have perished and scummed to a buoyancy disorder.
Make that three.
So now I only have two fish. 'They're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl' and there can only be one soul survivor. Stickyfinger-Sister-Chickenoodlesoup The Spazzy Orange Fish lives on, with the intrepid and for some indeterminable reason really tough Johan Sebastian Bach The Sucker Fish. They swim around and around being vapid together. A match made by Devin.
Mahi-Mahi (not the Hawaiian sea-critter in this case, but a code name for an all-expenses paid gentlemen of good standing) & Hopscotch are hosting some gigantic New Years Party. It will be quite the event, so I imagine although I scribbled upon the event wall for 'heated gentlemen, please' just because it doesn't hurt to have a friendly ratio.
So I'd filmed the auditions to Bars In Fair Lies, a show that is put on every year that features modern music and hootenanny. I auditioned as well, and today the results were put through. For Bars In Fair Lies every year the performers 'become' particular musical roles. For example, I auditioned last year 'As' Cecilia Bartoli with renascence 'Amarilli, Mia Bella' and was asked to 'be' Nichole Scherzingleberrybutterfer (whatever her name is, from that vile troop PCD).
The year before I auditioned singing Jazz (as Ella Fitzgerald, nothing like her before not since) and was promptly made a Spice Girl.
Can I get a 'wtf' from any random member of the audience?
So this year I was told which song to audition with, 'Rehab' the Amy Whinehouse number. But ultimately I was put through Bars In Fair Lines as Katy Perry. My ex-girlfriend would be proud.
Everyone is going to some club tonight, yet I stay at home due to organized Christmas spirit. Seems a pretty nice place, too. In TST so it ain't too dogdey. Well, I hope they have fun and put up lots of embarrassing photos.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Portrait of the Shady
Well Glinda got some highly entertaining photograph(ics) and so I thought I should put some up.
A superb individual. So superb, she is worth a smacker.
I walked 25 Km for Autism with these splendid ladies, we donned as the Jonas Brothers (who are crap, by the way) complete with pre-teen fan.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
A superb individual. So superb, she is worth a smacker.
I walked 25 Km for Autism with these splendid ladies, we donned as the Jonas Brothers (who are crap, by the way) complete with pre-teen fan.
Turrah.
Jhonnie Cat
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