Saturday, March 30

And the winner of the Buffy premiere party poll is......oh these damn envelopes are slippery.....Emma and Hanna as Willow and Tara! Congratulations, you romped in with 42% of the vote. While I think up a prize for you both, why not vote in the latest poll? I call it "Bitchin' up the Oscars".

Why the damn hell isn't anyone visiting the the buffy discussion page I created? It's no damn fun anymore.

I've been busted by Joel for uploading wanton pictures of Spike and Buffy for my own amusement on his server. I realise now that I am an addict and I need help- preferably in the form of a life.

On a different note- I have removed the photographs of myself from this site after receiving the following letter from a blog 'fan': "Hello Rachael. Your [sic] cute. Wanna have sex?"
As flattering as it is there's just a touch of the creepyness, like a cyber heavy-breather. Especially when they can't spell.

Wednesday, March 27

Did I also mention that I'm helping my brother build a bar? A real one, made out of wood and everything. I went to his place on Sunday for a working-bee and bbq. I was given the job of sanding the edges but I ended up retiring myself after all the sawdust went up my nose. For the next two days I was blowing pine wood boogers out of my schnoz.

Although it has been a full week since my last entry, you'll be glad to know that my life, being the stagnant blue-green algae filled pond that it is, hasn't changed much. Oh except for a great party on the weekend hosted by Kate- aka Britney Spears. It was a karaoke spectacular and all guests were required to dress as their favourite popstar. I was intending to go as Courtney Love except I got sick of people saying "she's not a pop-star!" so instead I put my makeup on straight and went as Madonna from her "what it feels like for a girl"-britpunk phase. For authenticity I drew a gap between my front teeth with black permanent marker. It came off eventually with some colgate whitening gel.

Thursday, March 21

I also have the feeling that certain people are chucking a bit of a Robert Mugabe on the "Buffy Costume Award" Poll. No cheating, or I'll have to arrest you and indict you with attempting to be a pervert.

I am addicted to these silly "what ___ are you?" quizes. I can't believe I am alcohol. I haven't had a drink since last Friday.

Monday, March 18


What Flavour Are You? I tashte like Alcohol.I tashte like Alcohol.


Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer. What Flavour Are You?

Sunday, March 17

As you can see I have fulfilled my promise to update the opinion polls, so vote goddamit!

Saturday, March 16

Madeline and Louisa and Jamie and Felicity had a marvellous housewarming party last night. Unfortunately I poisoned myself with alcohol. Katrina fared better and managed to 'steel away' more or less in one piece. I have vowed never to attempt to drink a bottle of vodka in one night again.

I feel really really ill. Vodka poisoning.

Sunday, March 10

Hoorah! Bravenet has finally come back online. But really, if you were a hacker why would you bother with sites like Bravenet? You'd go straight to the pentegon and asis files, duh.

It was the Norton Street Italian Festival today, and unfortunately it was not as choice or as unrool as I was hoping it would be. It was crowded and annoying, actually. In the Italian Forum for lunch it took two hours to get out lunch, and that was only because Olga and Amy and Amy's friends, and my good self- counselled the waitress through her nervous breakdown. And I must heartily apologise to Amanda for not calling you back, my mobile ran out of battery-power and we were stuck in the restaurant from hell.

On the bright side we did get to catch A Beautiful Mind. As always, it makes me laugh when I hear the words "Russell Crowe" and "Sex Symbol" in the same sentence.

Unless the sentence is "that Russell Crowe is totally not a sex symbol."

Friday, March 8

It is official- I am a posting board addict. I can't help it!

Wednesday, March 6

Sing to the tune of Oh! What A Night!

Oh what a night-
Early March in 2002,
Rach worked at Oh! What A Night! - and it was pooh,
What a crap show-
heap of shit.

If you can't guess I spent the evening working at the Capitol Theatre. Thanks to STA and the Sydney Bus Strike (BaStArDs!) I discovered that it takes exactly 62 minutes to walk from Leichhardt to the Capitol (including traffic light stops).

Tuesday, March 5

Speaking of nerdyness and Buffydom I found a very cool Australian orientated Buffy site. They have lots of forums and posting boards, an the best bit is that there are no annoying Americans!

Before I forget I would like to send a belated thank you to Liz Allen who managed to get us all home in one piece last Friday night from Greg's party, against all the odds. The odds being five extremely drunk people squished into her car screaming and carrying on in the back seat and demanding her to stop at 7-11 at 2am to get slushies and cigarettes. That's all I can remember of the drive home that night so I think Liz deserves a thanks. Muah!

After thinking about last night it strikes me as funny that I still think people who are obsessed with Star Trek, your "trekkies" and what have you, are total nerdy dorks.

Ahhh, my troubled mind has been soothed by the fact that Buffy has finally come back on telly. Last night I was the gorgeous hostess of one of millions of Buffy Premiere Parties held across this dusty brown land called Oostralya. I came dressed as Cordelia in season one after she was attacked my Marcie Ross the invisible girl.

OK I've had to edit this post so that the voting can be truly democratic on the best costume award from last night, so when Bravenet comes back online in a few days I will be creating a new poll. Voting will be open until the end of the week. No snowballing allowed! It will look like this:

Who had the Best Costume at Rach's Buffy Premiere Party?
(a) Rachael- Cordelia from the season one episode "out of mind, out of sight"
(b) Katrina- Buffy Season 3 with red pants and wooden spoon as stake
(c) Eleena- The Bronze Door Bitch
(d) Emma and Hanna- Willow and Tara
(e) Andrew- Wesley-Wyndham Pryce
(f) Matthew- an extra walking around UC Sunnydale campus
(g) Sera- Faith with Gucci glasses
(h) Aaron- Not too interested yet occasional random observer
(i) Michael- an Undertaker
(j) Amanda, Louisa and Madeline- extras shopping in the Magic Box
(k) Felicity- Felicity from Felicity (pre-hair chop)

Sunday, March 3

Things are getting desperate, it is now March and I am still unemployed and doing volunteer work at the Arts Law Centre. If only they gave me a bloody job! Everyone would be totally happy. The federal government funding is really nice though. I figure if I can keep this up until June or July I will earn back all the taxes I've ever paid. Neat huh? (Actually that last statement is a very rough estimate and is probably really innacurate.)

Talk about partying on- this weekend I crammed in 3 parties, two of the birthday celebrating and one of the thesis anniversary kind. Congratulations Greg and Olga by the way on both your milestones. The other birthday was my grandmothers but I won't bother saying congratulations to her because she has techno-fear and wouldn't even shake her walking stick at a computer let alone jump on the net and read her grandaughters blog. She is 74 and has smoked a pack a day for 55 years. I reckon if they squeezed the tar out of her lungs they could use it to make a new laneway on the F4 to Newcastle.
Anyway because I kind of forgot to buy her a present I jumped on her typewriter and wrote her a page of poetry. They were limericks all starting with the line "there once was a young nan named Moi". There aren't many things that rhymed with Moi but I found enough to write about 10 limericks. My best one involved usage of the words "boy-toy" and "enjoy".