Saturday, 29 June 2013

pure idiocy

MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP.

MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP.

MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP MEEP.

MEEP.

Read that at the top of your voice.

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA.

Stupidly overtired, two shots of vodka with sprite zero. Chocolate bikkies.

omfg, punch-drunk, drunk-drunk [is lightweight now] and sugar.

AHAHAHAHA WE'RE SO FUCKED.

MEEP. MEEP. BLOODY MEEP.

~Peri

Friday, 28 June 2013

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. . . .Shit.

Equation for unreasoning terror.

Extremely fucked up sleep+Doctor Who+Stormy winter night.


If I lived by myself I'd be huddled in a corner shaking with fear.

Since I live with a person I have to at least maintain the appearance of normality.

Normality is so fucking BORING.

Hmmmmmm, I think with Kerys we'll use the "I was too busy freaking out at statues and plastic things" excuse as to why I haven't done my homework this week.

My grip on reality is still firm enough to understand how silly this is. Have I only delayed the inevitable?

Time for more zopi-sleep? Probably.

I have no fucking idea what I'm saying right now.

~Peri

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Vote Saxon! He Screws You Openly!

Like the idiot I am I agreed to work an extra 3 hours tonight after doing an extra 4 on the end of my Monday shift.

They're making us do weird shit to the CheeseBar that involves taking shit-tons of stock out of it at the end of the day.

This is on top of having to close down Seafood as well because their evening person has gone home for the holidays -.-;

I'm going in tonight so AwesomeBoss doesn't have to go home then come back in again. She's been doing that a lot. Today is her 17th day in a row -.-

Jeri has munted her wrist, so she is on 'Light Duties', which in our department is pretty much just serving customers, so it looks like I'm going to be shutting Deli down by myself.

I've had about 6 hours sleep in the last 3 days.

I'm not sure if I want to cut, cry or binge, so I'm watching Doctor Who instead.

Have now developed a healthy fear of Angel statues.

I had a massage this morning. Compensating for the returned knee pain meant I pretty much had a lump of gristle instead of a calf muscle.

Well, shit.

Wobbling all over the place, trying not to fall. I swear it would be easier to learn to unicycle than keep all this shit in the air.

If I pretend the chasm isn't there, I won't fall in. If I lose my balance I'll fly instead.

Maybe



~Peri

Monday, 24 June 2013

Well Fuck You Too, Monday!

I started the day by looking my keys and phone in the house and having to climb in through the bathroom window in my marshmallow suit to get them >.<

The day at work was spent dealing with the usual run of Twats and Regulars and banging into thing. I've got a spectacular new bruise on my left hand that almost matches some of the chilblains on the right.

SOMEHOW there is a chilblain coming up just under my thumbnail. What the actual FUCK?!?

I've been existing in some sort of soggy work-shower-try to sleep-work-shower-try to sleep limbo for the last two weeks.

The weather has been unrelentingly foul.

We got a months worth of rain in one day. The town is a bit of a mess with landslips and the roads north are flooded out. Thankfully some smart cookie built the Flood-Free highway after the last big Taieri Floods, so southwards was OK.

Customers are still finding it entertaining to comment on my weight at least once a week. I was describing my favourite of our salads (Kumara, apricot and bacon. It's the only one I'll eat because the dressing isn't sickly sweet) to some undeserving scumbag of a guy told me I was "too skinny to eat that".

I should have said "You're too bearded to eat salad" or something on an equal level of casual ignorance to his comment.

I've finished watching season one of Game of Thrones (Now to watch with commentary!) and it is affecting me in unexpected ways.

I honestly told one of the insanely fit gym patrons that if her spin bike resistance was too high to just imagine she was riding over the corpses of her enemies and push on.

Thankfully she wasn't paying attention to me ^.^;

I just. . . . George R.R. Martin is a fucking genius. Telling is agents to "make it so" as a deal with HBo instead of a feature film?

PURE FUCKING GENIUS.

I don't know whether to punch or high-five Jack Gleeson  for playing such a convincing little shithead!

So are the team working on it. Holy hell, so much awesome. I wish there were more special features about the making of it on the DVDs :(

And. . . .Dragons. Of course, always dragons.






~Peri

Friday, 21 June 2013

Why I'm Being A Sucky BlogFriend

Sorry I haven't been replying to comments for ages. I have no energy or motivation to do anything besides watch Game of Thrones and occasionally boil the jug.

I also can't brain very long sentences right now, either.

Can you guess how fast editing is going? Think "Sloth with a broken leg."



-.-

Typically, Kerys chose this week to give me heaps of homework.

Do you think I can get away with feeding it to Dralion?


Fuck the homework.

Tomorrow after work it's me, some black russians and your amazing comments.

Brace yourselves for some seriously loopy shit.

Thank you for putting up with my stupid sad-panda crap right now.

~Peri

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Vlog of Tired Rage (Unlisted)

Vlog of work rant and stuff. Unlisted so Nos'R'Us can't use their CoCk to fire me for telling the truth badmouthing the company.

So fucking tired of this shit.



Had no energy when I made this, but now I want to stab things.

Going to re-watch Viserys getting his crown.

That scene and Dany's pwnage with the Unsullied make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

I promised Milly Starshine I'd post this:


Freehanded the costume onto the Female Fairy lines. I'm slowly getting better at this digital shit. (The character belongs to Chao, not me)

~Peri

Sunday, 16 June 2013

Utterly Unnecessary Sharing

I decided today that my #1 OT3 is Hydrogen, Hydrogen and Oxygen.

Dihydrogen Monoxide is the ULTIMATE threesome.

Don't say that you're not hopelessly addicted to it too. Nothing on this planet can live without it.

(My #2 OT3 is Nine, Rose and Jack. OF course)

There will be major work rants when I'm coherent.

Management are fucking retards and there are several people I want to dismember for the raw materials to write a great big capitalised 'FUCK' with gore and flapping seagulls across the carpark. (Idea from Oryx and Crake)

That will be all for now.

~Peri

Friday, 14 June 2013

Mish-Mash

Spending more time poking at photoshop has left me less time to read blogs and reply to comments.

I'm sorry!

This is what I've been doing. A pony edit of someone's cherished Double Visible Starter. (A DVS is a fucking rare pony you only win by sheer luck and/or being buddy-buddy with the inner circle of MODs and ADMIN). They wanted her in the Fairy Halloween Costume from last year.

I fucking HATE drawing ruffles now. No way in hell was I doing the mask, she got a headdress thing instead.


Now I need to colour, shade and highlight.

Fuck I need to find less time-consuming methods of doing those things. I'm sure there is an easier way than pencil and brush tools!

I finally finished my shrug! WOOT! As soon as it was done I put it on and pranced around pretending to be a ballerina.

Yes, because of Black Swan.

Since the yarn has so much halo (It's got lots of loose fluffy shit sticking out of it) it is already pilling and making dust-bunny eggs.

Meh, live and learn.

I've lost track of where my box of UnFinishedObjects has gotten to, but I have found Mich's blanket that I started forever ago.

Perfect thing to work on while I begin to watch Game of Thrones.

I've real all the Song of Ice and Fire books except A Dance With Dragons, but I'm confused as all fuck as to who is who since NONE of the characters look or sound like the do in my head.

Spoilers/All you need to know about Game of Thrones:
-Everyone Dies.
-Winter is coming.
-Lannisters keep their debts.
-Incest. Lots of incest.
-Everyone dies. Usually messily.
-John Snow knows nothing.
-Winter is coming.
-Dany is pure BAMF.
-Joffrey is a nematode scrotum.
-Everyone dies. Everyone. Fucking. Dies.
-Dragons are cool.

I'm under orders from Kerys to drug myself to sleep at least twice this week. I've gotten a full night's less sleep than is 'normal' for me (About 35hrs or so this past week) so I'm still sleep-deprived and loopy.

I can still kick Jaq's ass at Magic with a store-bought deck, though. Even though she used Pacifism to neutralise my Rimefeather Owl every time I got it out, I still kicked her ass! Muahahahaaaa!

Coldsnap FTW.

Ok Imma shut up and go read your blogs now.

~Peri

Thursday, 13 June 2013

Pre-Coffee Rant About Boobs and Double Standards

I just read this quote I found on Tumblr to Miles:


“It is illegal for women to go topless in most cities, yet you can buy a magazine of a woman without her top on at any 7-11 store. So, you can sell breasts, but you cannot wear breasts, in America.”
— Violet Rose


He saw nothing wrong with it being illegal for a woman to walk around topless on a stinking hot day, saying it was pornographic that "we don't sell those kinds of magazines to people who are under-age"

I asked why it wasn't pornographic for guys to walk around topless, he said it was because they don't have boobs.

There are plenty of blokes who have 'moobs' and there are guys whose pec are more titlike than my Mum's actual tits who get to walk around shirtless in public if they're confident enough to do so. I pointed out that guys have breast tissue too, it just isn't developed to the same extent as it is in women.

So his point, as I saw it, was void and he needed a better reason to support his position than the old "Girls have boobs and guys don't" reason to say it was "bad" for me to go pick up takeaways with no shirt on, but fine for him to do the exact same thing.

He still maintained that the two situations were two completely different types of beast.

I asked if he thought that Nudist Beaches were pornographic. He said no because it was a "designated area" where you don't take your children if you don't want them to see "it".

I asked if he thought Nudist's homes were pornographic, since Nudists have kids too. Again he didn't think so.

I asked if he thought breast feeding in public, where underage people can actually see the boobs being used for what they're THERE for. (I know boobs are pretty too. I try not to see them as sexual objects unless the owner is giving me explicit permission to see them that way)

Again he said no; he thinks breastfeeding isn't pornographic.

I then asked what he thought was wrong with a chick breastfeeding her child on a hot day, then going "Oh fuck it, it's boiling. I can't be arsed putting my top back on, it's too bloody hot for that shit today!" and strolling off, merrily topless and enjoying some skin-contact baby snuggles since they were now venting enough body heat to make it comfortable to do so.

No proper answer. Just blustering about how it is "wrong" and "children could see" and how it is "pornographic" and "wrong".

I changed the subject since no progress was being made and I was getting a headache from trying to comprehend his position.

I find the over-sexualisation of the female body to be fucking annoying, especially when the self-proclaimed 'feminist guy' I'm dating doesn't understand how it is a problem and how every single woman lives in fear of being attacked if we walk down the street dressed in anything morerevealing than a burqa.

And because there are some days when I just really want the luxury of being able to go buy an icecream from the Rob Roy with my mates while wearing only shorts and jandals because it's just too fucking hot to put anything else on.

Every guy in Studentville can do so without fear of repercussion, I don't see why chicks shouldn't be able to as well.

They're just sacks of fat and milk-producing equipment, people. Get over it!

~Peri

Monday, 10 June 2013

Now You Won't Hate The Customers Now, Peri.

The weekend took a million bloody years.

I can sum it up for you in one particularly painful customer interaction:

Me: "Hi, what can I get you?"
Customer: "I want a couple of hundred grams of ham-free luncheon"
Me: . . . . . . "Was that the Chicken Luncheon, you were after?" *Points at chicken luncheon*
Customer: *Eyeroll* "NO. The Fat-Free Ham and Chicken Luncheon"
Me: "Ok, sweet" *Grabs about 200grams and bags it up*
Me: "I've got 180-some grams, is that ok?"
Customer: *Getting shitty* "I want SIX. HUNDRED. Grams."

Instantly my brain started going:

Before it gave up and went to cry in the corner for the next 6 hours.

Since when does "A couple of hundred" mean SIX FUCKING HUNDRED?!?!?!?

Those are the kinds of customers we get on a Sunday.

-.-

Ugh. People.

The following video is solely responsible for keeping me from murdering people over the last 3 days. Seriously, it's hard as FUCK to maintain homicidal fantasies while watching this:


It would drive Mum's dog INSANE. I want to rip the audio from it and change her phone's text-received noise to it :3

Ok, time for more otters. It's like Teddy Surgery for Customer Service workers.



~Peri

Friday, 7 June 2013

Fuck this "Being Adult" shit!

I have used my days off this week do do as little as possible in the way of "Mature, grown-up" things in order to regain a little sanity.

So basically a whole lot of:
-Reading Fanfiction
-Watching Ballet documentaries
-Knitting
-Training
-Mucking about on Photoshop
-"Gardening" (Playing in the dirt)
-Playing computer games.

I won a fantastic piece of art from another player on PI, which has made my week. I've been coveting this person's work for a fucking long time. It's only a headshot sketch, but IT'S MINE ALL MINE *evil cackling*

Omfg I'm finally at the point of sewing up my shrug. About bloody time! Ugh, I hate this part the most. Sewing up and weaving in yarn ends=BORING SUCKAGE.

Miles and I went round to my parental's for tea last night. Blimey. Mum made experimental Chicken Pie, and it turned out pretty bloody tasty for one of her experiments.

The Pumpkin and Leek Soup incident has unfortunately scarred me for life -.-

They had a good time in Oz with Youngest Bro, and saw two of his league games. Dad's shoulder is recovering well after the surgery for his shredded rotator cuff and he's following the physio program like a good boy. It's that or run the risk of losing the use of his arm for good. When you hit 50 you don't bounce the way you did when you were 24, and he knows it.

Mum actually complimented me, in some weird way. Quoting the Divine Meatloaf in regards to her three offspring.

"Two out of three ain't bad", huh?

I think she's still jetlagged or something -.-

Because of all the Ballet docos and the pretty music they get to dance to, I've had a mashup of these stuck in my head all day:







Of course, my head being what it is, it was more like this:



Which has given me a massive headache.

So if you will excuse me, I'm going to go do some colouring.

~Peri

Monday, 3 June 2013

Vloggage!

Random ramblings.

So out-of-it right now, I'm sorry! Work is slowly murdering me on top of aftershocks from the Uber Sads of Missing Kitty.



Dralion says 'RRRRmrrrrMRRRRmrrrrMRRRRmrrr'

I'll do a massive comment-read-and-reply session after work tomorrow. I'm really epically brainfried right now. All I can brain is ham.

~Peri