...And Some Bad Fantasy Art.

You can colour in this one too.

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Colour it in if you like. Best one wins a prize.

In the Court of Pharoh

I don't like telling other people my dreams, since you know, it's do as you would be done by, and other people's dreams bore me to tears. But I'm going to tell you last nights dream, because listening to me virtually is completely optional.



So anyway, I was in the sun-room of an old Hobart style house. There were lots of people including Eedy from Desperate Housewives (the evil blonde woman). The room was also full of cats of all different sizes and piles of bean bags. The kittens were scrambling between the bean bags and the people were jumping on the bean bags.

I yelled "Stop jumping, everybody! You'll crush the cats."

Then Eedy self-righteously made me get up from the bean bag I was sitting on, and lifted it up. There lay a mangled, half squashed, half alive little cat who looked a bit like Possum. I felt shame.

Later on, in another room, Eedy walked up to me carrying the dead, damaged and bloody cat by the tail.

"Don't bring that near me!" I said.

She ignored me and hit me on the collar bone with the carcass. I could feel the clamminess.

The Sky Has Claws

Themed parties should be the artistic celebration of something awesome. One of those things awesome things worth glorifying through this art form is the Scissor Sisters.

Look at them. They're just asking for it aren't they?

However, they have only released two albums so far. It's important to use all aspects of a themed party to celebrate the theme, so of course only Scissor Sisters would be the soundtrack. This would mean the party would run for about an hour and half.

Which leads me to the idea of having mini-parties. Fewer guests, smaller locations, shorter running time. Could call it a "partette" or a "mini-party". You choose. Since there are only five Sisters, and you'd want to double up just once with costumes, you'd have a partette sized guest list; 9. Of course you'd want OTT, flamboyant, magical decorations. So don't stretch you valuable resources over a ballroom. Your bedroom will do (and if you're cool enough to love the Sisters, you'll have a funky bedroom anyway). So, how about it, a Scissor Sisters "Partette"? I think it sounds rather cute, don't you?

Other "small" things could be celebrated through a mini-party. They're not in my head right now, but maybe they're in yours? What do you suggest?

But back to the greatest band of the 00's. Or 000's even.



My favourite tracks are! (From the first album)

"Take Your Mama"
Their cover of Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb" (better than the original. I will fight you.)
Tits on the Radio
Return to Oz


(From the second album)

I Don't Feel Like Dancin'
She's My Man
Land of A Thousand Words
Everybody Wants The Same Thing



And my favourite track lyrically would have to be "Return to Oz". Go listen.

Misc.

1. There was a show on midgets (actually, dwarfs) on ABC tonight; "Little People". Trying to show dwarfs as "normal". Ironically, they're still capitalizing on midgets-are-a-freakshow.

2.

Wish Upon A Pretzel

So, my evil fairy godmother granted my wish. My wish was to be back-up vocals and lead choreographer for Europe's greatest glam-pop-disco group ever. Lead by one of the greatest songstresses of all time...



Pipi's Pretzel!





(By the way, doesn't that last one look like it was taken in a brothel?)

A Special Visit.

There's been a blogging hiatus. That's because I entertained a visit from my evil fairy godmother.

She had something very important to tell me.

Stay tuned for the very important thing my evil fairy godmother told me.

A Doodle

Each Year an Hour

Yeah so anyway, it was my birthday on Monday. I recieved many lovely text messages, emails and facebook and myspace messages. Thank you everyone! A special thank you to Randy for the cake which he baked for me.


Then he ate it.

Oh, I turned 24. By 24, Pablo Picasso had an artistic career. Mary Shelly had finished Frankenstein and had started writing Valperga.

But enough of that. I don't even care. No one in my generation is going to be remembered anyway.

The Fewchah

Happy in Colour

Back in the Age of Nylon

I bought Europe's The Final Countdown today, for $8.


Listening to it takes me to a special place:



80's World.