Ookings of d00m

Things learned tonight:

• If I use primer on my eyes before putting on eyeliner, it will actually not run, even with the amount I sweat when dancing!


• I can dance all night in a gi top, because it breathes well. Unlike my old Darth Maul tunic made from heavy polyester.


• I've learned a lot about sewing since I made my long Sith robe for Hallowmas. I spent some time this afternoon going over it, zigzag stitching the seams and reattaching the sleeve I put on inside out the first time. I put it back on inside out again, but now it's harder to tell since the seams are finished better.

Questions pondered:

• Is it acceptable to glowstick to Industrial/EBM if you're doing it at Dark Rave?


• If the dance floor is entirely empty, does it become acceptable to violate the normal politeness rule about not throwing high kicks on the dance floor?

I dragged myself out to DarkRave this evening, and had a pretty good time. I think a fair number of the more hard core out of high school Dark Rave crew were at BM or something similar - the crowd was a little thin, and there seemed to be fewer 20-somethings; lots of kids and a fair number of the old guard. Holy Joes was Industrial/EBM all night, so I spent most of my time up there, wandering off to glowstick occasionally in the more air-conditioned room to change muscle groups for a bit. The downstairs wasn't bad music-wise, but the crowd were not my people - I haven't seen that much white under black light since... ever.

In any case, that was a good night out. Now, I should go to bed.

Now that was a proper send off.
I got to Savage at around 10:30, and actually got through the line up and in the club by 11. After a quick drink, it was off to the dance floor, where I spent the better part of the night until they kicked us out at 4. They ran out of beer before last call, and out of bottled water by 2ish. I'm really glad I went, and glad I got to dance.

Now, gatorade and stretching, and then sleep.

Repo: The Genetic Opera was amazing. I don't think I'm allowed to say I hate musicals any more.

Home from the concert. I missed the opening band, Johnny Hollow because of working late and general slackitude at home.

I got to the show just as Abney Park came on, and, as expected, I enjoyed the hell out of them. I got to chat briefly with three of the people from the video shoot, as well as zagatto, who was there taking some good looking pictures.

After that, there was a brief fashion show, and then Android Lust. When I first heard of the show, I was planning to go just to see AL - Abney Park became a deciding factor once I knew more about them. AL did not disappoint, and I danced the Gothic Industrial Robot Dance throughout. Much fun was had. Now, I am waiting for caffeine and absinthe to wear off, and ripping all the CDs I bought.

Then, bed.

Mmm, bed.

The music video I was in is up on youtube. The sound is kind of off in spots, and the focus got mangled by youtube, but it's still fun;

Well, no, not really.

Saturday, I went to go be an extra in a music video. My primary motivation was an excuse to dress up in my neovictorian clothes, since they're too warm to wear to clubs (can't dance in that much velvet!).

When I got there, I was asked if I could run in the boots I was wearing (picutred in the icon above). I said yes. I was then told that I was to be the star of the video, most of which consists of me running while wearing pointy toed boots and a black velvet frock coat. I had a lot of fun, though I was limping pretty badly yesterday. Not good boots for running! I would still have done it, though, if I had the choice. Too much fun!

Serendipitously, there was some kind of anime doll society meeting where we were shooting, so we snagged a couple of the kids from that as extra extras, and got some nice shots of creepy dolls.

All told, it was about five hours of running, on and off. Not good for my feet and legs, but totally worth it.

I will post the video once it goes up wherever it's going up. If you think it sounds like fun, they're doing another on on the 13th. I don't think I'm going to be able to make it to that one, but if anyone on my flist wants to borrow some clothes, let me know.

Cursed 80s. I am trying to think of an outfit for Saturday's 80s party. My first thought was to just do 80s goth. If I am going to do that, however, I want to do it *right* and remove any anachronisms from the past 20 years of subculture. Clothing-wise, I can pull it off, but I get stuck when I get to hair. My short hair I could cover with a wig, but the bit I can't get past is the beard. I am *not* shaving off the beard again. I promised myself that I would not shave off any hair for Muffing Day this year.

Trim, maybe. A perusal of google images suggests that the most 80s look I could pull off without de-bearding would be something more like Wham!-era George Michael.

The horror.

Need more research.

Woke up a bit later than planned. Drank the remainder of yesterday's pot of tea - still good, though we're now out of cane sugar.

Spent time fighting with my laptop, but eventually got quite a bit of work done, pantless, on the balcony.

At lunch, I showered, ran to the bank where the cute teller flirted with me, then went to Hope St. for a grilled veggie salad and a tuna melt. And a diet coke.

Back home, worked more. Put my bike together, biked to the gym, lifted weights and did some cardio before biking back home.

Showered and changed into kilt and zombie bunny shirt, then off to dinner, where we had good food and lousy service.

Finally, Evil Dead: The Musical! It was hilarious and awesome. They overused the lines from the movies a touch IMHO, but the gore more than made up for it. If you go, make the people going with you let you sit in the splatter zone. We were just outside it. Some people who clearly don't wear much white were wearing white shirts so they could get them covered in gore.

After that, corwin77 and the two friends of his from work and I went off to Savage. Savage has gotten really sad. They turned the lights on and sent us home at 2. NB for out of town spooky folks; going to Savage will make you sad.

I was tempted to wander over to Neutral to see what a club with people in it looks like, but I am supposed to be at a sewing makeup session tomorrow morning at 10am. I did not get the amount of work planned done on my pants, so I really should get there on time. Of course, I am caffinated to the point of feeling ill, so I don't want to sleep. Grar!

I'm in a much better mood today, in no small part to a couple of exceptionally kind people who put up with me being pouty and sullen yesterday.

It is, I think, time for more good things;

1. I filled up on gas at 75 cents/litre last night, so this week's gas was roughly $10 cheaper than it's been recently.


2. I won two free guestlist spots for Ayria on Friday. I need to ping a couple more people to see if anyone wants to go with me.


3. The wonderful neeuqdrazil took pity on cranky me, and had dinner, a glass of wine and Veronica Mars waiting for me when I got home.

Still no joy on the sleep front - woke up at 5:30 this morning, 30 min before my alarm, and over an hour before sunrise.

Made it to parties two, three and four. Much fun was had, though I didn't manage to party all the way through until 11am. :)