i made some flyers for the compilation zine to hand out at birmingham zine fest last weekend. managed to get rid of most of them. and today we received our very first submission! i was so excited to find it in our inbox, and it's fucking excellent too! but we need more, more more more! i spoke to / pestered a lot of ace peeps to do something and if they come through and managed to do what they said they would in time, it will be the most excellent thing ever. srsly. but end of september is getting dangerously close, so get moving & doing if you want to submit someone. we need you!
i was thinking about stuff i could do at work today while listing a ton of new halloween outfits on, ranging from kids ghoul outfits to bloody surgeon and sexy witches. though of course all the ladies' costumes were more or less sexy this and sexy that as always. sigh. but there was the most precious little bat costume for toddlers that made me jealous. i wish i was three, i would wear it all the fucking time, like those little girls who always wear their snow white costume or whatever. they are also thee most precious thing ever. kids are awesome. except when they are screaming their heads of outside my office door and they stay there for half an hour cos their mum's are too busy shopping for baby toys. ugh.
ach. just got back from birmingham zine fest. had such a lovely welcome back on the way home from the station to meet carl on the high street, cos he was only half way to the station when the train arrived. a bunch of 13 year olds for the lack of better word chavvy girls accosted me with nonsensical remarks about my appearance or whatever, wouldn't let me go past them and then grabbed the end of my fucking granny trolley! bitches. some bloke across the street told them to leave me alone and eventually they let go and carl was there. i was so thrown by the experience i sort of started silently weeping when we were far enough for them not see. i had just been thinking how i had such a nice weekend even though it hadn't gone exactly to plan (less dancing & socializing than intended though i did make a bunch of new friends!) and thinking "oh i kinda wanna move to birmingham, i could make things happen there cos there will be more than ten people into the same shit as me." to be honest i get that feeling every time i go on zine adventures. except maybe london. cos i know london is just too much. i'd be a really tiny fish in a massive pond. i prefer big fish in a medium pond or even just medium fish in any size pond.
i was just downloading friday's eastenders so me and carl can watch it. i was on the coach everytime it's been on this weekend. we had meat & chips for dinner and i had 32 new emails. no vampire sushi ones :S but i'm back full of silly ideas and hope!
oh and credit for the saucesome photo of my knuckle felt tip tats (by fixed by bettie) goes to jessica rough draft!
first day back was ok. it was just me getting shit done in the office. answered almost a week's worth of stupid questions and had someone be a dick at me, yay. back to normal. boss not in for two weeks, yaye. fuck load of shit that needs to be put on, seriously, you can hardly move from boxes of crap. but i'll be fine, i'm sure. apparently i was missed, well, wished i was there so someone wouldn't have to do it all himself. ha! maybe he'll appreciate what i do a bit more. i don't just sit around and twiddle my thumbs, y'know. it did go fucking slow though. ugh. maybe tomorrow i'll actually get to attack the boxes of shit..
anyway. carl's playing harry potter lego. he's finished it actually, but you know how lego games are, you do all the levels and you've finished 45% or something. he's looking for some evil characters. blah. i was gonna make him watch män som hatar kvinnor with me but it's a bit late now. especially since there's still some crap i need to do, like make a new cover for your pretty face #10, since someone lost the flats. and it's a bit of a pain to try copy anything that's printed on red paper.. thought i'd change it completely as i found a picture that's actually super appropriate for it! yes, more appropriate than joey ramoney with a kitty cat. sort of.
in other news i'm randomly obsessed with this song right now. especially the finnish cover i remember from my childhood.
here's some bonus katri helena for y'all, this shit is how i learned to sing.. i reckon i'd kick ass at singing katri-helena at some tradition finnish karaoke bar. i've learned to never ever do R-A-K-A-S, no matter how much i love that song. it just has too many words, you'll be crap unless you know every word by heart. it's too fast. vitun moottoriturpa.
