Playing at Matterhorn on Sunday and afterwards via email, we came up with:

- a paradox of Pennys
- a crisis of Chrises

The jury is out on Davids but so far suggestions have been

- an obstreperation
- an unpleasantness
- a duplicity

(the token David suggested a charm but that idea was quickly discarded)

I am inclined toward the last, although obstreperous is my new favourite word.

bitsey update:

- I am far far too overloaded right now and there isn't really an end in sight. Need to learn to say no.
- zomg. Brenda and I are going to oscon. Fucking yay!
- I wish so so so so much I was at debconf right now. There are millions (ok, exaggeration) of people I would love to see. Particularly madduck, who, even though I asked politely, Andrew declined to smooch for me.
- mahara.org is finally live.
- andypants is coming back to Catalyst soon! This is excellent news.
- I have a giant dark purple bruise on my ass from weekend debauchery. I need to get a photo taken.
- Mischief Bad Group has moved to Sunday Roast rather than Sunday Breakfast starting this weekend. This is good as I can't deal with Sunday Breakfast in winter, but sitting in the courtyard at the Matterhorn from the early afternoon and drinking red wine under the heaters is seriously appealing.
- Dysfunctional naming scheme. Total lack of ability to call people by their names because it makes them too real. Instead I have to create creative descriptive (and often elaborate) names for them. And then when other people refer to them by name in front of me it's shocking.

I saw this:



We had a picnic.

• Birthday week begins!
• Hacking on mahara
• Holy shit I love bacon
• House
• I am never going to the supermarket with Chris ever again

- Diesel sweeties and coffee in bed with tehbeddernets
- No less than four mouse shaped presents from my cat
- A picnic in a tree
- A sundial
- Processed cheese (it's as disgusting as I remember it being)
- Monteiths summer ale in my back yard
- More diesel sweeties
- Monkey Bars by J5.
- Etch is out!

I've been thinking about what I was doing this time last year, and I found this entry, which reminds me of what I was doing this time last year, and how it was making me really miserable. Which is maybe why I dreamt about it last night. Fuck sometimes I wish my subconscious would piss off.

Life has been just a little bit too chaotic recently, I feel as though I'm a little bit out of control.

Yesterday I moved my bedroom furniture around. I am trying to create less chaotic spaces to inhabit. It's much nicer now.

I think I need to spend less time rampaging and more time being at home doing interesting things like reading.

Yesterday afternoon was far too rampagey and then I went to Matterhorn and made a dork out of myself by hitting on a staff member (who as it turns out, has a girlfriend).

I have a giant bruise on my leg from being bitten during a grass squabble and today I have a hangover.

I need to get up and sort myself out and go to Auctores Malorum Breakfast at The Recovery Room.

Somehow, I spend a week in Sydney with almost no conscious attempts to ward off the sun, and get only very minimal burning on my shoulders.

I spend one afternoon in the garden in Wellington, drinking gin and tonics with a friend, and wind up incredibly burnt in legs, tummy, chest.

Hubris.

Dear Ra,

Please let this not peel. Please let the tan lines fade somewhat so I don't look like one of the bimbotic barbies at Bondi Beach.

kthxbye,

Penny

I spent almost the entire weekend sitting in the sun drinking beer and bubbles and playing scrabble.

On Sunday, rather than have the typical hungover breakfast in a cafe, the usual breakfast suspects had a bbq at my house. Photos are (as usual) courtesy of Jo:

I convince Simon to put really hot chili on his sausage:



My back garden:



Simon is typically disgusting:


We like meat:



By the end of the day, we have chased the sun so far we're playing scrabble on the footpath:



We ended up playing dirty scrabble by the end of the day, and here are some of the words we came up with:

• VAG
• ANAL
• PENIS
• PORN
• YONI
• SCORE
• FELT
• JIZ
• QUEEF

Yes, that's right, we are actually 12 year olds.

Last night I met my mother at the Matterhorn for Sunday Roast, which was fantastic. I haven't had a Matterhorn dinner disappointment yet, although I'm not convinced about their breakfast.

After that, we saw Giselle. I had proclaimed that Giselle was my favourite traditional ballet, but I think I had morphed bits of Giselle and Swan Lake in my head, because I had the idea that Albrecht is tricked into marrying (or promising to) someone else, which of course is Odile, from Swan Lake.

At any rate, the second act was beautiful. The first act dragged on a bit, I get a bit sick of peasants. Albrecht was fantastic.

- Late breakfast at Mojo Kent, Jazz playing
- Rain outside, heater inside
- Watching Henry and June, drinking red wine
- Painting my fingernails

My cat is purring and constantly trying to sit on me. She hates that I have a laptop where she wants to sit.

I am thinking about reinvention. At some point I will have to get up, face reality and go out for dinner.

- more margaritas than you can shake a stick at
- kidney stabbing with spoons
- very expensive, hotttt, new dress
- fitting mojo spoons in mouth
- more margaritas
- reverse bungee
- dressing very up to go out on saturday
- invading booth at motel
- astoria sucking for sunday breakfast
- giraffes at astoria
- mad supermarket shopping with simon
- dst eating my brain
- ricochet
- two different sales people touching my breasts while trying to convince me to buy things
- discussions about our new tv program, the adventures of oney, zerox and their sidekick, freezerdog
- darwinports > fink
- new euphemisms
- not enough sleep
- not enough sun

more random words to describe the weekend:
swapper crate (yes, we are 18 year old boys), aro park, plastic cups, my kitsinga going to the vet and needing to be sedated in order to get bloods done, wanting to kill everyone, everyone, everyone, at the jackson street fair, the best new t shirt in the world, beautiful dogs, greasy chicken, not swimming, strange man visiting, the dukes of leisure being amazing, off the bat party plans for next weekend, off the bat party plans for joint birthday parties, long phone conversations with my sister, sun, laziness, coffee, aro bake and of course, scrubs.

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She talked to the floor, but he wasn't listening anyway