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Sunday, April 27, 2014

"DOLPHINS ARE GREYS?!"

Earlier in the week, one of my social engagements was tea with my sister and our friend V. V is a woman who is unabashedly mystical. I know that some people would find a lot of what she says pretty new age-y and therefore dismiss it, but I find myself in awe of her utter lack of fucks given in regard to people finding her a bit floofy-doo. She's on her own spiritual journey, dammit, and she has no time for your opinions on the matter.

My sister and I both find that as we age we get more hippy about things. Although she has not yet come over to the yoga side, my sister is currently doing wellness exercises provided to her by a friend who is a yoga teacher. Voodoo has some anxiety issues, and she's taking a holistic approach to dealing with them. I continue with my ongoing attempts at a healthier life physically, mentally and spiritually. Unlike V, however, we continue to be self deprecating about our activities.

There's a particular episode of the Last Podcast on the Left that we reference a lot: Ley Lines, Dolphins, and the Indigo. Specifically there's a portion of the episode in which the boys attempt to do a dolphin meditation. Whenever Voodoo or I start to feel a little to out there, we reference it and tell one another to pick up quartz with out butts.

I don't think that we're unique in our contradictory attitudes towards the metaphysical. On the one hand, you recognise the absurdity in bringing a hunk of black tourmaline to work to negate the shitty vibes of the office setup, but on the other hand... you totally did that anyway.

We both also recently purchased nebulizers from Saje. We'd been eyeballing them, wondering if they were worth the money since they're not exactly cheap, and then the less fancy models went on sale. We each picked one up, and we both love them. Seriously, totally worth the forty bucks. I already have a huge collection of essential oils and oil blends that I got from my mom, and using the nebulizer is so much nicer than using an oil burner. Less hassle, less mess, better smell... oh, it's delightful. I have no idea if it's magically sucking ions out of the air or whatever the fuck else it says it's doing, but I give it a thumbs up.


I have nothing good to wrap this entry up with, so have a picture instead:


Saturday, April 26, 2014

Adventures in Home Colour

I got sick of having blue hair.

I was toying with the idea of going lighter, but after trying on some of my sister's wigs I saw that it really is not flattering on me.  My friend Ava Lure had suggested I go ultra dark green ("Like Sailor Pluto," were her actual words) which was an idea I really liked. So I was been going back and forth between the idea of dark green, and just regular old ultra dark brown. I need to see my cousin for a haircut anyway  and so I figured I'd talk to her about it.

Buuuut... Wednesday after work I snapped in London Drugs. They had some Colour B4 and Colour Oops on sale - products I've only ever seen available in the UK that claim to get rid of dye without bleach. I figured... fuck it. If I really mess it up I can get my cousin to o a rescue mission.

So! First the Colour B4 shit. It takes about an hour with all the rinsing, and it did... not much! I mean, I guess the blue was lighter, but just washing it several times would have done the same thing. Maybe it works better on regular dye, but for me? Not worth it. The Colour Oops was a bit more expensive so maybe it's more effective.

I decided to go ahead with the dye anyway. I used L'oreal Healthy Look in Darkest Brown - it's a demi-permanent, since I figured that would be easier to fix just in case I fucked it up.

After drying my hair, and it appeared to have gone well, until I noticed one or two bits at the back that didn't get saturated and so were still blue-ish. The advantage of having thin hair is always having extra dye, so that shit went back on my head again. Why yes I fished the box out the trash, why do you ask?


So there we have it. The blue was undeniably fun, and I'm glad I did it, but maintaining a bright colour is just not for me.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Magick Queendom/Glitterotica

Pictures of yours truly from Cabaret du Passe by the always awesome Bob Ayers:

My personal favourite.

 I even sewed that dang sleeve harness.

Reading from The Book of the Law while my sister interpretive danced it.

Check out the rest of the photo set too! The gals all looked amazing, and there's shots of Misty Greer's new collection.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Falcon is landing.

In just a few days time, my brother from another mother will be visiting from England.

You cannot possibly comprehend how dangerous this is for the universe.

Pete (aka Ginger Falcon, aka the Former KNOFC, aka the English Leprechaun') is one of the few people on the planet who knows all aspects of me. There has never been any artifice between us, no need to impress. He is one of those rare individuals with whom I felt immediately comfortable, and have remained on a nearly identical wavelength with. I would wager to say Pete is the only man on the planet who knows me as well as my closest female friends do.

But unlike my closest female friends, Pete likes the Sisters of Mercy. Worse still, Pete is into the exact same occult bullshit that I am.

I'm planning to take one day off work during the week - I'm putting in extra hours this week in order to be able to do so - but even if we only have evenings together I anticipate there being far too much booze, many bizarre conversations, terrible movies, and probably some horribly damaging magic that ruins our lives for a few months before making everything way more interesting and fulfilling.

Shawna and I plan to have him on the podcast, and if we get way too fucked up we'll try and summon horrors from the depths one night. Why the fuck not, eh?


"IA! IA! Jesus I'm hammered..."
Stoked.