Saturday, January 29

The Sandman Cometh Over

Oh, Therese!!! Thanks for this one.


Incidentally, I'm trying to organise (well, I'm not actually doing the organising) the promised signings in the Phillipines and Singapore before or after the Melbourne convention and Australian book signings this summer. The signing in the Philippines looks like it's happening, but I'm not sure about the Singapore one, as originally I was going be brought in with Dave McKean by the British Council, a plan that was scuppered by MirrorMask, and now I'm not really sure who to talk to. (If anyone in Singapore has any bright ideas, feel free to let me know.)

Thursday, January 27

Post No Bill

Want Ad

The Library needs a receptionist and a marketing coordinator. A receptionist who can speak AND understand English. Pwede na ring pretty or pogi. A marketing person who can write proposals, do graphic design and arrange flowers. Deadma kung panget basta bright. Until then, I'll be everything for the External Communities.

CD Sale Ad

Here are a few CDs I'm selling for P100-P150 bucks. Will add more titles soon.

Mutual Admiration Society - Various Artists
Singles - Red Sleeping Beauty
The Acid House Soundtrack - Various Artists feat. The Verve, The Chemical Brothers, Oasis, Belle & Sebastian and Beth Orton
A Secret History: The Best of The Divine Comedy - Divine Comedy
Mother Earth: The Best of the Acid Jazz Years - Mother Earth

Make it so, Number One.

Got this from Lt. Torres (aka NebulaWatcher). I laughed so hard, it's scary.

You Know You're Addicted to Star Trek When...

Your favorite drink: Tea, earl grey, hot

You can quote the name of every single episode just by watching the first 10 seconds of the introductory clip

You own 13 Star Trek Technical Manuals and Blue Print Schematics of all Starship but you no longer need them

When seeing a doctor, you're afraid of getting a shot and ask for a hypospray instead

Your electronic project: Positronic brain

You have 4 TVs at home and each of them are playing TOS, TNG, DS9 and VOY respectively 24 hours a day non-stop

You remembered the lock up code that Data uses on the Enterprise's Main Bridge before beaming down to meet Dr. Soong and Lore

You've learned playing the song "The Inner Light" with a penny whistle

After broken your neighbour's window, instead of just running away, you try to use the "Picard Maneuver" to escape

You're hosting a conference, your response to any suggestions: Make it so

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to Star Trek.

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Wednesday, January 26

The Drugs Don't Work

It has been awhile.

Seven years to be exact.

The drugs don't work their magic anymore. Not after a friend had tried to snort ice that wasn't powder-y enough and a few sugar-tiny crystals burned a hole through a nasal passage. Wheezing from the blood clot, we brought him to Makati Med and left him at the emergency room. High and scared to be caught, we fled as soon as we saw a nurse approaching him.

I wonder how he is right now. The last time I heard, he was learning how to drive a car because the turtles we gave him had died and he had nothing better to do.

Last Saturday, I realized that I could never do drugs again. Valium, yes. But weed, ice, ecstasy, K --- farewell dear friends. I will and am missing you dearly, but I hate remembering the mess that I had been too chickenshit to clean up.

Friday, January 21

Still 30

Got this from Luis, who got it from a friend. But I don't get it, I chose The OC over CSI. And still...

You Are 30 Years Old


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Wednesday, January 12

The F Word (Warning: Contains Language)


Oh dear. Over lunch today, the two Ms and I couldn't agree on the boundaries of in/fidelity. Is a one-night stand un/forgiveable? Is a two-year affair a necessary evil in a relationship rut? Is the winning over a prerequisite of the moving on?

Physical infidelity is so much like the common old with its many episodic mutations and prescribed remedies. A blow job for a blow job. A farewell fuck for a grudge fuck. Honesty is usually the most recommended cure-all, but honestly, I'd rather not know. If it's just an itch that needs scratching or a scrape that needs soothing, then nevermind. It is the knowledge that hurts, the knowledge that leads to a feeling of betrayal. Of not being good enough.

I'm not the type who needs to be won over. If my partner needs to be in love with someone else for a couple of weeks, months or years to be able to appreciate what we have, then adios. Really. I won't entertain a nanosecond of win-me-back pleas.

It only takes a maximum of 45 minutes or less. Quick fucks are quick fixes. If it takes more than that, then you are trying to hurt someone.

Friday, January 7

100,000 Fireflies

I mostly spent the holidays in front of the TV watching my Quamazon purchases. Dead Like Me Season 1. Fluff fun Latter Days, disturbingly sick I Stand Alone, and the reinvented but amusing King Arthur. Watched `til there were little blinking dots when I closed my eyes. Like a vision of traffic, like watching a city from a hill. Like 100,000 fireflies.

Tuesday, January 4

So. 2005.

The Bomb

4 days into the new year and I'm sick to the stomach with panic. Someone very integral to office operations has dropped the bomb (M, will tell you all about it very soon) and I'm sad and worried and panicking. I've already lost one staff; after another loss, we'll be officially limping. And the thing is, I actually care.

God Bless KF

Still sleepy from last night's itchy all over-ness, I walk into my office a little sad. Work has resumed. Then I see what looks like a CD wrapped in silky craft paper stamped with ... Judgment Bunny's seal of fine taste. The first word I see through the paper is "Bless" and I almost faint.

Thank you, Kristine! I have ordered this twice through Amazon but there had always been hitches: no stock available, etc. Bless you and your Jeff Buckley-humming heart.

"So this is the new year."

Spent New year's eve drinking with my sister in front of the TV. Gee, they sure are having fun but I prefer the cozy indoors, the familiar laughter over old Tropang Trumpo jokes, the predictable contours of my bed. So, like M, here are my resolutions:

1. Eat less. After midnight.

2. Doodle more. It just might turn out out to be a book at year's end. And in the words of Willow Rosenberg: "I do doodle, you do doodle too."

3. Spend less. On food. After midnight.

4. Drink less. Vodka or whiskey.

5. Love more. The family, the boyfriend, the friends, the work, the country.