Thursday, July 27, 2006

Call me Stitchface


Hooray! : I'd always wanted to get that birthmark removed
No hooray! : I didn't want four needles in the face
Hooray! : I'll be even cuter as soon as this swelling wears off
No Hooray! : The only thing that's worn off is the anesthetic, "mild discomfort" my arse!
Hooray! : I double dosed on Panediene and now i cant feel my tongue or my toes.
No Hooray! : My left side of my face is so swollen I look like botched botox.
Hooray! : The doctor said it would wear off soon enough and it's totally normal.
No Hooray! : Three doctor visits later, one blood blister and I'm crying in self pity.
Hooray!: Slowly feeling better and less like the elephant man.
No Hooray! : I can't do normal everyday things like giving head. * Sob. Oh and then there's difficulty chewing, talking and smiling.
Hooray! : Can receive head.

Now on a completely unrelated matter, here's a dodgy anti-ipod campaign I threw together a few minutes ago on paint. Beware, technical genius ahead!


What I forgot to mention above was just how bad the batteries are, mine's fucked after only one month over the warranty.

I'm getting an iriver, you should too.

Monday, July 17, 2006

"I'm still ready for more sex, fun and Gamma G"

Behold the following tasty treat! An advertisement from 1998 for the recreational drug GHB, or the more catchy term Gamma-hydroxybutyrate. It was made illegal in America a year later because of it's tendency to induce a several-hour, coma-like sleeps and a few deaths here and there. But you know, details details.

Although you can get a kick out of just glancing at this advertisment, the real beauty lies in the dialogue; you know the bits that are so pixelated and blurry that they're impossible to make out?
Well, your lovely friend Svetlana is quite posssible to make out (with, wink wink) and will happily transcribe the hilariarious speech bubbles for you now...

Blond girl: Hey Lisa, I'm bringing the Gamma G, so I hope you're ready to get wild tonight.

Brunette girl: I've been partying for two nights thanks to Gamma G and I'm still ready for more sex, fun and more Gamma G.

Bad facial/regular hair guy: I hope you didn't eat, because we're doing some Gamma G when we meet the girls at the party.

Mr Muscles: Bro, me and Gamma G are already at the party and feeling great, but if you have some wild chicks lined up, I'm there.

As many of you media-savvy little puppies may have heard, GHB is a notorious party drug that has been responsible for much fear, paranoia and hospital admissions in the last few years.
The media confusingly coined the term Grevious Bodily Harm, which is why many people have their B's and H's all over the place in relation to the name. But I guess you could be really specific like the cool kids with giant phones in the 1998 advertisment and say..."Bringing the Gamma G, oh yeah baby Gamma G is the best! Got any GAMMA G? GAMMA G ANYONE?"
It's so much cooler to say 'G' these days isn't it?

Apart from the really bad fashion, cheesyness etc. the above advertisment cracks me up because I wonder how a depressent drug which was originally used as a medicinal sedative could keep our lovely brunette girl "up partying for two nights". Apart from the risks associated with GHB, more people are likely to be in trouble for the large amounts of speed, ice etc they're combining with it in order the keep the sleepiness and severe drowsiness away. Speed psychosis anyone? mmmm, so hot right now.

I also really love Mr Muscles down by the pool who's having a party all of his own. You don't need company when "you and Gamma G are feeling great" already!

Ok, after all my witty banter would you roll your eyes and walk away if I told you that I frequently enjoy GHB recreationally? Ummm, ok well for those of you who haven't left or can't navigate away from this page or something I will continue to talk about G...
For those who haven't had the pleasure of meeting G, then it would be useful to know that it makes you SUPER RANDY. This explains the very subtle sexual references to sex in the ad which you may have noticed (you eagle eyes you). Yes horny, randy, sleazy and rather unfortunately unco-ordinated are all part of the G experience. I have been known to hump a wall when intoxicated, dead serious. I've also been known to do other stuff, but I don't feel the need to get into it.

Where people get into overdose territory or "g-ing out" is when they skip the droppers and instead "free pour" doses into bottle caps or dodgy bottles. The difference between "safe as fuck" and "no longer conscious" can be as little as 1ml and this is why we get so many idiots rushed to emergency every weekend. And there's those other idiots or mis-informed riskbunnies who combine GHB with alcohol which is a BIG NO NO. Your body cannot break down alcohol and G at the same time ...so it doesn't matter how well you can rub your tummy and pat your head, you can't multitask with G and alcohol!

Anyway, in my opinion if it's responsible usage then it's cool. The fuzzy, spaced feeling, orgasmic high and no hangover is enough to keep me coming back. However many people won't enjoy feeling so out of control (like being really drunk, minus the nausea)
So you don't mind suggestively touching yourself in public, slurring your speech, dancing terribly and falling asleep by 2:ooam then perhaps G is for you. For the most interesting and informative reading on the subject visit www.erowid.org/psychoactives

Sunday, July 09, 2006

Fantasy Lists

Being elbow deep in a box full of Elle Macpherson and Calvin Klein underwear was another fantasy which I am now able to tick off my fantasy list. Two words: MYER SALE

Holding onto an orgasm for an hour and melting into the floor was another fantasy which I am able to tick off my to-do-many-times-list. Two words: YELLOW LIGHTING

Being elbowed my karate students in a noisy, overpriced cafe with a smoke-detector going off every 5 minutes while I was nursing a come-down is now something I can tick off my never-get-into-this-situation-again-list. Two words: Stuck workingineasternsuburbsonasundaymorning (it was so two words, you snitch face!)

Before I got into this rather strange weekend with all of this karate, melting and sexy lingere I visited my godmother. Because I'm a good god-daughter, obviously.
Ok no, that wasn't the real reason. My mum left for a week and by about day 4 the food had started to run low, and there's only so long that you can eat coco-pops without milk.
Oh I do it so tough don't I? If you would like to leave a Feed The Svet donation please ask me how.
So yeah, I went to mooch food and while at the dinner table O enjoyed some particularly interesting conversation. It was between god-mother and her 13-yr-old daughter. So I did what any normal guest would do and creepily wrote down notes for my blog.


So here it is, for your inane amusement...
God-sister: And she was like, Don't threaten me! And I was all like, What else am I meant to do?

God-mother: (Attempts to get a word in but to no avail)

God-sister: So I told her I hate all her friends cos they're losers


Svetlana: (*snickers) This is so funny! It's going on my blog.


God-mother/God-sister: (*staring silently)

God-sister: What? You can't do that. You can't just write, what I like, just said!?!

Svetlana: Watch me, hahahahahaha


That's all children, here's some MDMA hug happy snaps from friday night at 'Pharmacy' for you...