Things, shopping and a Q&A
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lady_t_220Went to Leicester earlier. Helped Charlie a little with her photography project and got to poke around in the back of the very back room at the goth shop. Becky let us set up a little photography studio in with the storage boxes and we got to root through the really old crap that had been left lying around by previous tennants.
What we discovered was interesting though. A wall covered in little metal drawers full of bits and bobs left over from bronze and pewter casting, for before the goth shop was the goth shop, in fact before it was even the fetish shop, way back before that, it was the very first home of Alchemy Pewter. In the days when they started out heating the metal over the gas stove. Before they got too big for the premises and moved elsewhere. In fact it used to be their head office for quite a while.
Which explains why it's still part-owned by Alchemy, obviously.
Most of the bits and bobs were stamped 1989 so there's a fair guess as to when they finally stopped producing things in the back room, but damn it was cool to poke through the drawers and find weird random things.
A slightly bent Britannia, a Rolling Stones tour badge, a duck, a Premiere Drums statuette, a broach in the shape of a bear trap... all pewter, all forgotten, all very, very cool.
I wish we could have stayed longer (and maybe pilfered some bits. ;p ) but the boywonder needed to get home so he could go fetch this pillar drill from a guy he knows.
Becky, in Saturday tradition, fed us a liquid lunch which, considering I ended up skipping breakfast, went RIGHT to my head in the form of an evil, evil throbbing pain in my temples. It dawned on me right after that that, actually, I've barely drunk anything at all since new year. In fact I drank nowhere near as much as I normally would have even then. It's most odd and quite unlike me, but I only just realised that I'm going through an unnaturally sober phase.
*looks alarmed*
NURSE! 15cc's of tequila, STAT!
Magic lab were in the process of moving premises today. Their new shop definitely seems like a nicer place, it's just a bit of an annoying walk out to get there. Nothing new in that though I suppose.
Lots more window space, room to actually move around and not worry about knocking things over... this was good.
Picked up issue 1 of Wolverine, which I'd already read in Wizard, and I still say he looks like a hobbit-footed frog person.
*sighs*
At least the story seems like it has things going for it though, even if the artwork leaves much to be desired. And Robertson, if you're listening, I still don't want to see Wolvie scratching his butt. Stop that right now, you hear me?
Spell your first name backwards? -
Doesn't that sort of defy the point of not really revealing your name to all and sundry?
The story behind your lj user name? -
I was looking for a username to enrol on Coolboard with to start posting in the Cage, and at the time they were still showing that docusoap that followed around Lord and Lady Tavistock.
I was just deeply taken with the fact that she had her own coffin custom designed to her exact specification and is using it as a coffee table until such time as she dies, so I pinched her nickname.
The 220 part got added on after the Cage moved to EzBoard and I found that the name I wanted had already been taken. No reason for the number, it just sounded good.
Are you a lesbian?
Given my unyielding physical attraction to man-shaped creatures, I'd say by defintion no, I really don't think so.
Where do you live? -
In a perpetual state of mediocrity?
East Midlands, though only becasue we moved here just before I was born and I can't afford to live anywhere else.
How many people have you blown that you then didn't fuck? -
Hahaha! Hahahaha! Haha! Ha!
Describe your
CD in stereo right now? -
Linkin Park's Meteora was the last thing I listened to. There's nothing in there right now but that's because I only just got home.
Tattoos? -
None yet, though I keep saying that I will do one day... I'm just a big chickenwuss, that's all.
Piercings? -
Again none. I'm not totally happy with the idea of poking holes in myself...
What you are wearing now? -
Glasshouse T-shirt, PJ bottoms (Hey, it's the weekend, leave me alone) bunny-head flip-flops. I'm in the process of vegetating.
Cologne/Perfume? -
*sniffs self* I don't really smell of anything in particular. A little outdoorsy maybe, but that's it.
Eau de Leicester city centre
Hair? -
Dark brown, shocking pink, roots from beyond hell
Who or What (was/is/are)
In my mouth? -
One small filling and a sore patch of gum. Lots of other teeth. And a tongue. And that dangly thing at the back of your throat. Tonsils. The usual.
In my heart? -
A deep-seated desire to break out of mediocrity and do something spectacular for once.
The most important thing on my hard drive? -
My image collection. I could (and have, repeatedly) lost everything else on here, but programs can be replaced. My image collection is the result of 3 years intense dedication and some of them I doubt I could ever get back.
After that, my WIP fics. If I lost some of them, I really would have to kill myself.
The most important thing on the web? -
The smattering of rational, sane and interesting people in among the general morons, for without them I'd have no one to talk to except for L33T speaking 14 year olds and THOSE WHO TYPE IN CAPS ALL THE DAMN TIME
Three of your favorite movies? -
Grosse Pointe Blank, Airheads and both X-men movies, which I'm counting as one because Bryan says the first is really only a trailer for the second. ;)
The last thing you ate? -
Strawberry flavour ice-cream split.
Your favourite sandwich? -
If it's good quality, corned beef on white with a tiny tiiiiny sprinkle of salt. Cheap corned beef is just nasty though. But I'll eat cheese, ham or tuna as an alternative. Just so long as there's no salad involved.
What do you want done with your body when you die? -
Uh, bury me please, getting cremated always seemed such a souless affair. Though I suppose if I'm already dead it won't matter much.
My family always believed that funerals are for the living because the dead are in no position to care, so I guess they should do whatever they feel suits them best.
Who is your worst enemy? -
I don't really think I have that many enemies. Maybe the New Deal people at Fern Training while was unemployed are pretty high on that list, but only because I would have given my right arm to kill the lot of them. I don't especially think that they disliked me, I just despised all of them.
Ever been to Belgium? -
No, but I might one day and bring back lots of chocolate.
Ever been to Belize? -
Never had a reason to.
Can you eat with chopsticks? -
Yes, but not terribly well. I don't practice very often, but I can do it well enough to not look like an arse in a chinese resturant.
What are 5 cities you wouldn't mind relocating to? -
London, Cambridge (The students there were really damn hot the last time I visited), NYC cause it's fun even if a little weird, Leicester and Keswick, which isn't really a city but it is very nice up there.
What's something that you wish people would understand? -
That just because I'm not talking to you it doesn't mean I'm mad at you, I most likely just don't really feel like talking. Chances are I'm not talking to anyone else either so don't take it personal.
What is something you're pretty sure you don't understand? -
There are lots of things I don't understand. How you can get so drunk you throw up and then still keep on drinking, why there's not a law to prevent the mindlessly stupid from reproducing, why Rachael keeps asking me for sex advice even though she should know better, why Becky thought that Hugh's long hair looked like Barbera Streisand's... I could go on forever.
The genre character you would sell your beloved to fuck? -
If we're talking purely genre, the bad guy. The bad guy or the anti-hero. Always, always the dark and ever so slightly sinister one. They always have much more charisma than the hero, and usually a better dress-sense. But then this is assuming that I had a beloved to sell in the first place.
I'd sell JR quite happily but I don't think anyone would want to buy him. Maybe I could get part exchange. I'll give you one JR, this big-assed Cadbury-land bag of caramel eggs and a customised Poke-X (pika-pika, bub) complete with real metal claws if I could get a roll in the hay with Logan?
What we discovered was interesting though. A wall covered in little metal drawers full of bits and bobs left over from bronze and pewter casting, for before the goth shop was the goth shop, in fact before it was even the fetish shop, way back before that, it was the very first home of Alchemy Pewter. In the days when they started out heating the metal over the gas stove. Before they got too big for the premises and moved elsewhere. In fact it used to be their head office for quite a while.
Which explains why it's still part-owned by Alchemy, obviously.
Most of the bits and bobs were stamped 1989 so there's a fair guess as to when they finally stopped producing things in the back room, but damn it was cool to poke through the drawers and find weird random things.
A slightly bent Britannia, a Rolling Stones tour badge, a duck, a Premiere Drums statuette, a broach in the shape of a bear trap... all pewter, all forgotten, all very, very cool.
I wish we could have stayed longer (and maybe pilfered some bits. ;p ) but the boywonder needed to get home so he could go fetch this pillar drill from a guy he knows.
Becky, in Saturday tradition, fed us a liquid lunch which, considering I ended up skipping breakfast, went RIGHT to my head in the form of an evil, evil throbbing pain in my temples. It dawned on me right after that that, actually, I've barely drunk anything at all since new year. In fact I drank nowhere near as much as I normally would have even then. It's most odd and quite unlike me, but I only just realised that I'm going through an unnaturally sober phase.
*looks alarmed*
NURSE! 15cc's of tequila, STAT!
Magic lab were in the process of moving premises today. Their new shop definitely seems like a nicer place, it's just a bit of an annoying walk out to get there. Nothing new in that though I suppose.
Lots more window space, room to actually move around and not worry about knocking things over... this was good.
Picked up issue 1 of Wolverine, which I'd already read in Wizard, and I still say he looks like a hobbit-footed frog person.
*sighs*
At least the story seems like it has things going for it though, even if the artwork leaves much to be desired. And Robertson, if you're listening, I still don't want to see Wolvie scratching his butt. Stop that right now, you hear me?
Spell your first name backwards? -
Doesn't that sort of defy the point of not really revealing your name to all and sundry?
The story behind your lj user name? -
I was looking for a username to enrol on Coolboard with to start posting in the Cage, and at the time they were still showing that docusoap that followed around Lord and Lady Tavistock.
I was just deeply taken with the fact that she had her own coffin custom designed to her exact specification and is using it as a coffee table until such time as she dies, so I pinched her nickname.
The 220 part got added on after the Cage moved to EzBoard and I found that the name I wanted had already been taken. No reason for the number, it just sounded good.
Are you a lesbian?
Given my unyielding physical attraction to man-shaped creatures, I'd say by defintion no, I really don't think so.
Where do you live? -
In a perpetual state of mediocrity?
East Midlands, though only becasue we moved here just before I was born and I can't afford to live anywhere else.
How many people have you blown that you then didn't fuck? -
Hahaha! Hahahaha! Haha! Ha!
Describe your
CD in stereo right now? -
Linkin Park's Meteora was the last thing I listened to. There's nothing in there right now but that's because I only just got home.
Tattoos? -
None yet, though I keep saying that I will do one day... I'm just a big chickenwuss, that's all.
Piercings? -
Again none. I'm not totally happy with the idea of poking holes in myself...
What you are wearing now? -
Glasshouse T-shirt, PJ bottoms (Hey, it's the weekend, leave me alone) bunny-head flip-flops. I'm in the process of vegetating.
Cologne/Perfume? -
*sniffs self* I don't really smell of anything in particular. A little outdoorsy maybe, but that's it.
Eau de Leicester city centre
Hair? -
Dark brown, shocking pink, roots from beyond hell
Who or What (was/is/are)
In my mouth? -
One small filling and a sore patch of gum. Lots of other teeth. And a tongue. And that dangly thing at the back of your throat. Tonsils. The usual.
In my heart? -
A deep-seated desire to break out of mediocrity and do something spectacular for once.
The most important thing on my hard drive? -
My image collection. I could (and have, repeatedly) lost everything else on here, but programs can be replaced. My image collection is the result of 3 years intense dedication and some of them I doubt I could ever get back.
After that, my WIP fics. If I lost some of them, I really would have to kill myself.
The most important thing on the web? -
The smattering of rational, sane and interesting people in among the general morons, for without them I'd have no one to talk to except for L33T speaking 14 year olds and THOSE WHO TYPE IN CAPS ALL THE DAMN TIME
Three of your favorite movies? -
Grosse Pointe Blank, Airheads and both X-men movies, which I'm counting as one because Bryan says the first is really only a trailer for the second. ;)
The last thing you ate? -
Strawberry flavour ice-cream split.
Your favourite sandwich? -
If it's good quality, corned beef on white with a tiny tiiiiny sprinkle of salt. Cheap corned beef is just nasty though. But I'll eat cheese, ham or tuna as an alternative. Just so long as there's no salad involved.
What do you want done with your body when you die? -
Uh, bury me please, getting cremated always seemed such a souless affair. Though I suppose if I'm already dead it won't matter much.
My family always believed that funerals are for the living because the dead are in no position to care, so I guess they should do whatever they feel suits them best.
Who is your worst enemy? -
I don't really think I have that many enemies. Maybe the New Deal people at Fern Training while was unemployed are pretty high on that list, but only because I would have given my right arm to kill the lot of them. I don't especially think that they disliked me, I just despised all of them.
Ever been to Belgium? -
No, but I might one day and bring back lots of chocolate.
Ever been to Belize? -
Never had a reason to.
Can you eat with chopsticks? -
Yes, but not terribly well. I don't practice very often, but I can do it well enough to not look like an arse in a chinese resturant.
What are 5 cities you wouldn't mind relocating to? -
London, Cambridge (The students there were really damn hot the last time I visited), NYC cause it's fun even if a little weird, Leicester and Keswick, which isn't really a city but it is very nice up there.
What's something that you wish people would understand? -
That just because I'm not talking to you it doesn't mean I'm mad at you, I most likely just don't really feel like talking. Chances are I'm not talking to anyone else either so don't take it personal.
What is something you're pretty sure you don't understand? -
There are lots of things I don't understand. How you can get so drunk you throw up and then still keep on drinking, why there's not a law to prevent the mindlessly stupid from reproducing, why Rachael keeps asking me for sex advice even though she should know better, why Becky thought that Hugh's long hair looked like Barbera Streisand's... I could go on forever.
The genre character you would sell your beloved to fuck? -
If we're talking purely genre, the bad guy. The bad guy or the anti-hero. Always, always the dark and ever so slightly sinister one. They always have much more charisma than the hero, and usually a better dress-sense. But then this is assuming that I had a beloved to sell in the first place.
I'd sell JR quite happily but I don't think anyone would want to buy him. Maybe I could get part exchange. I'll give you one JR, this big-assed Cadbury-land bag of caramel eggs and a customised Poke-X (pika-pika, bub) complete with real metal claws if I could get a roll in the hay with Logan?
