the tale of ropey(lein)

so there was a little bit of an outcry re: the moongchi post from moongchi, and uncle raleigh asked if the tale of ropey would be told. therefore to appease them both and to prove that the name-calling shenanigans go both ways, i will now tell you how moongchi decided to give me a shitty nickname of my own and started calling me ROPEY. that's right, ROPEY.

let me explain moongchi's thought process, and the tenuous mental connections she made in order to come up with this gem.

step 1: take an existing nickname - in this case "nette" - which is what my family calls me.
step 2: play a word association game. when she thinks "net", she thinks "rope", because nets are made of rope.
step 3: add a 'y' to that. et voila!

right now you're probably looking a bit like this ("" =____=''') . but in moongs' own words, "it doesn't matter how it came about, the point is it stuck*. and if dj (the boyf) can call me moongchi, then i can call you whatever lame thing i want. in this case, ropey. okay?"

okay.

* how stuck is stuck? mutual friends and even my own cousin call me ropey. there moongs. happy?!

merry magical mystical moongchi is coming to town

"what a horrible name", you'll be thinking. "who is moongchi and how the hell did that come about?!"

well, allow me to show you exhibit a:

during one of the many clean-up operations of marie's room, a piece of treasure was unearthed.

"hey marie," dingo called out, her eyes shining with wonder.
"yes?" replied marie in a most distracted manner.
"are you my good friend?"
"yes i am. wherefore do you ask such questions?" marie answered, in slight bewilderment.
"well then, are you my good friend .." and here dingo paused for dramatic effect, "MOONGCHI?"

and at this, marie was speechless. and before she could say more, it had been decided. from that moment forth, my good friend was moongchi! so named, for her moronic korean pencilcase.

so anyway the point of this is that my good friend moongchi is coming to sydney, so let the trees of the hills clap their hands.

inspired by daytime children's shows, zoot and i have decided to make our own children's television programme:

with auntie zoot and auntie dingo

i composed the first two lines of our first song this morning, in a semi-crimping style. it's called "ooh, a shoe!" sung by a street urchin and it goes like this

"ooh, a shoe!

but i need two!"

which stoo expanded to

"ooh, a shoe!
but i need two!

i'm a street urchin
clearly he's poor
so hungry
poor people are genetically inferior
i'm eating the shoe
sucks wet laces for liquid
it's made of leather
a poor persons' steak
oh i am ill
oh he is ill
i need some comfort
here's some pocket lint
a friendly face please
i have one but it's only the skin
TAKE ME TO CASTLE ANTHRAX!"

basically it'll teach children that wearing shoes can prevent ringworm. gallion magdalion will be the resident super hero, and he will be the one who eventually finds another shoe for the urchin and drops it from the sky in a heroic manner.

our other regular visitor will be uncle raleigh [stoo]. his segment will be about the harsh realities of growing into a non-child. he proposes to show children "how adults lord their age, height and wisdom over you but still do stupid things like leave floaters in the toilet. it will convince them that they will never understand until later, when it will be with heart-rending nostalgia, that these are the best and happiest times of their lives; free from complication, commitment, responsibility and the obligation to always be fully clothed"

i think it will be a smash hit!

oh. and to aggravate your monday blues, it's a honky tonk badonkadonk

[castle anthrax, 4pm]
dingo: you know that nasal delivery technology billboard? they've censored it.
zoot: oh.
dingo: they've literally censored it. like this:

zoot: that is the stupidest thing i've ever seen.

so let's play fill-in-the-blank! what could that word under the big CENSORED sticker be?

so in the realm of facebook ridiculousness, craggy b found a "which filipino superhero are you" quiz and it turns out that we're from the same superhero team!

ZAIDO! PULIS PANGKALAWAKAN!


oooooh

because of the colours we happened to be wearing at the time of this momentous discovery, craggy b is gallion magdalion - head of zaido; i am alexis lorenzo - a boy from a poor family (spare me my life from this monstrosity); and zoot is (rather unwillingly) cervano torres - alexis' cousin who was adopted by the wealthy torres family.

so anyway, it's just another exciting sunday in castle anthrax (zaido hq), fighting crime and the like in shiny RGB outfits.

update: rather disappointingly, it turns out that zoot is actually lastikman, so we've got an opening for a new red zaido. anybody? nobody? dust?

so i got some more photos of the workshop in taiwan off a friend. mostly of the last day of presentation. and really the only ones worth uploading were of the sydney crew and our team (4). points for originality!

avast matey, beyond the clearing!
i think there are pirates afoot

in other bimbotic news, shu uemura has finally washed up on our shores. yes it will be deathly expensive but if the face you wake up with isn't the face you necessarily want to present to the world, and you're really in kind of a pinch then you'll have to be prepared to pay. no? also, they're only opening in sydney and melbourne (so far). hurray for a bunny living in the big city!

the iphone's units converter has just informed me that i've grown an inch taller. i've always thought that 1.55m equates to 5' nothing but apparently, 1.55m = 61" = 5'1. thank you, prudence! because of you, i am a giant.

get your pirate on this weekend, folks! for it international talk like a pirate day is upon us again. because it's looking tatty and i miss it (not having brought it to sydney), i've made another pirate booty call shirt. yes, it's not a very original concept but look at the workmanship! that's quality stuff, mate.

no longer the beta version, this is PBC.08.

ever since the dispiriting dough incident, i've lost interest in mooncakes. not so much because i can't bring myself to face more disappointment, but more because the flour makes the worst frakking mess ever that i can't bring myself to clean up again. so anyway, i have to find some other way of using the lotus paste that's langouring in the the fridge.

creative suggestions welcome!

so mid-autumn festival is coming up and i had this ambitious idea of making my own snowskin mooncakes.

the paste was okay i guess

but there has to be some kind of trick to it i'm not getting because i followed the dough recipe to the letter and still, the dough was a no-show.

but never fear, girlies always persevere and tomorrow i shall try try again!

this is really old but i was just reminded of it last night when i was watching the big fat quiz of the year.

so in the absence of actual things to blog about, i'm going to type up my birthday wishlist in typical girlie fashion. please note people, you have exactly 53 days to scout this stuff out.

1. the mighty boosh on dvd (feed my noel fielding addiction)
2. the I.T crowd on dvd
3. top gear on dvd
4. an akira kurosawa dvd (or a boxset if you're feeling generous)
5. jimmy books/movies (in english or chinese, i'm not fussed)
6. a pretty dress

that's all for now.