Castle Penni

So. Instead of updating, I thought I'd be lazy and... well, here.

penniroyel: sorry, i'm just introducing michelle's friend to CoF xD
autumnwolfi: it's fine :"3
penniroyel: *tried to show off the bathory aria* ... and there's metal naysayers in the room!! XD
autumnwolfi: gah XD
autumnwolfi: blast some music? XD
autumnwolfi: maybe you can teach the spawn to love it.... XD
penniroyel: lol, i actually have taught it how to headbang and it likes CoF and HIM a lot, actually xD and it's learning the metal horns but hasn't got the hand co-ordination yet XD
autumnwolfi: omfg XD thats awesome >:D
autumnwolfi: maybe you can convert it and have it grow up decent at least XD
autumnwolfi: and teach it that animals are better than humans and to be a vegetarian XD
penniroyel: sorry, there was need for first aid, lol xD it's like a billion times more social-ish here right now than the last... seven years put together XD
autumnwolfi: gah, sorry XD
penniroyel: lol, i'm hoping... but there's a while to wait yet until it starts listening xD
autumnwolfi: true XD
autumnwolfi: easier to teach a monkey then a human spawn XD
autumnwolfi: monkey's smarter. XD
penniroyel: lol, true XD and develops faster - hell, horses are pretty fucking smart and quick at developing too - and they've been proven to be able to outsmart humans up to at least 7 years old XD
penniroyel: humans, getting up and running around enough to get away from a leopard at an hour old? never happen XD
autumnwolfi: yeah XD I doubt theres many animals that *aren't* smarter than human spawn XD
autumnwolfi: exactly XD
autumnwolfi: omg.... XD sorry
autumnwolfi: me: *kisses crickets nose* cricket: *stare, pause* me: wut? cricket: *burps* me: D:
autumnwolfi: smells like cabbage and chicken XD
autumnwolfi: *snrks XD*
autumnwolfi: *burped back and he stares at me like it's offensive for ME to do it XD*
penniroyel: gah, i'm so sorry!! @_@ everything went nuts and somehow i was having a superhighspeed conversation about cars and stuff with michelle's friend...? and i dunno, but the "girls' talk" involved jayson and michelle while this random dude and i were having a serious cars/major injuries/stupid tricks/natural disasters everything's-wrecked-your-leg-bone's-sticking-out-through-your-face-but-you-still-check-your-bike's-custom-paint-job-first "boys talk"... XD
penniroyel: lmao!! *snrk* sounds like when the Monster would come over to the computer, full of nasty half-digested gooshyfood, /just/ to fart at me, and then get offended if i so much as belched in his general vicinity xD
penniroyel: ...but it was funny to see the look on his face, which is probably exactly why he farted at me in the first place. XD
[Edit: As for this next comment. Yeah. I got a Wajajajas account. So sue me for being swept up by a fad. e_e But Valo's the Waka that Akiko gave me to start off with :"D]
penniroyel: omg... o_o i just looked at Valo to see what a couple of things looked like before, and was like "ew. okay, that looks bad. and maybe that /and/ that is a bit too much, i'll take /that one off..." and fixed it up without taking a really close look at exactly /what/ was so disturbing and/or cluttering about it - just whisking them out before anyone could see how badly i'd botched that first "trial run" up xD thought it was fine. but just now, i log back in and look at him and he's cluttered still.. and this stupid free evil book is like rar down at his feet, and there's a tiny HORSE fucking his ARSE. XDD
penniroyel: there. fixed. image refreshed. and OMFG X-FILES. @.@ afk a bit sorry :"D <3 <3 <3
[Later... but the same IM window - I watched 2Shy again. Shityeah. <3]
penniroyel: omg. o_o okay, the random dude left on a motorbike that didn't work, and everyone else is asleep. unless my typing wakes them up. >_o omg. holy fucking jesus. how the fuck do people do it? how the fuck did /i/ do it, way back in the days when i hosted fucking giant drunken parties with "atmosphere" and lighting/special effects, and a constant "cd player minder" of some form or another, with a set playlist designed to follow a certain "mood" which was meant to follow the natural buzz of the party crowd and enhance the "experience", and "themes" that encouraged people to even pay a cover charge at the door... like, seriously, WHAT THE FUCK WAS I DOING??? xD ...and what was i doing then that i somehow can't figure out how to do now...? 'cause i KNOW i didn't LIKE people any more back then...
penniroyel: i just know that way back in those days i often spontaneously hosted some fucking kickarse parties that looked like fucking theatre productions only there was no stage, just a bunch of drunken kids in a backyard transformed by rammstein and well-placed blue- and white-only fairy lights in swirly formations around the trees and fences and roof in shapes that look fucking brilliant when you're off your tits on gott-knows-what-that-was-but-omg-dude-check-out-the-lights-they're-dancing-to-the-music-of-my-soul and trying to appear completely straight (in all senses of the word) to the schizoid mother who randomly, without warning, sticks her nose in on powder-snorting parties, gay/lesbian/other orgies, pill popping, underage/binge drinking, S&M, group S&M /tutorials/, "adult" truth or dare, >>
penniroyel: >> naked twister, strip poker, bong smoking, bucket bong smoking, "good" kids smoking /anything/ from anything in any way, fucking omg lmao OPIUM SMOKING that one time we figured it out and took the time and effort to get it all sorted down to the fucking bamboo pipes with little clay bowls we made ourselves (and i fucked mine up 'cause i spray-painted it all black without thinking "duhhh, but what about the burning paint fumes, pennnni?" but hey, made it more... interesting) but the whole process took so fucking long and mine made such a horrible burning paint smell, that we decided not to go through all that shit again to basically sit there and all smoke my spraypaint... with a slight hint of really, really hard-to-get incense that could've sold for like, entire armies of >>
penniroyel: >> taiwanese sex slaves on the right market but which, apparently, /i/ had to completely ruin by trying to make my pipe more "goth". XDD mum found those pipes too. nicked them, assuming (correctly) that they were evidence of some sort but not sure exactly what. and then wondered why the whole house smelled like a toxic mix of burning paint fumes and a chinese crime lord's basement for a few days there. o_O but seriously... who the FUCK was doing all that shit 'cause i'm pretty sure it wasn't me o_o i mean... technically it was, obviously, but like... WHAT? o_o i remember being just as freaked out and all too, but... oh, that's it. i was drunk. and teenaged. XD explains everything. XDD
penniroyel: gah, sorry, rambling at you while you're afk as usual o_o sorry! :"3 i'll stop now xD sorry!! <3 <3 <3
penniroyel: ...is Valo meant to eat the horse plushie...? XD
penniroyel: ...'cause i equipped it and he is. XDD


So there's a bit of a hint at how things have been - insanely busy times when everyone's here, punctuated by long rambles about nothing. I posted something really long and rambling, like an "old folk" type's "back in the day" story, to wikipedia's talk page about my old high school's local area the other day too. Just to waste the time of whoever read it to decide whether it contained any actual information. I seriously need a better camera so I stop doing mediocre-yet-still-irritating stuff like wasting the time of oh-so-busy Wikipedia editors and go back to endangering my health, safety and sanity for the amusement of anonymous others. And no pay. e_e Lol. Those rabid, obsessive, refresh-button-addicted Wikipedia editors lick rancid sweaty donkey balls with a cheesy crust and all nineteen of the secret spices, and deserve to be fucked with in really weird, tedious ways. It are fact.

Oh, and click my bird. Well, it will be a bird. If you OBEY MY WHIM PUNY WEAKLING and uh, click it. 
(edit: And my horse, from the same place)

So. I got all my files back. Every single one of them.
And it wasn't through a file recovery program, or ratting through any old back-alleys inside the computer, or anything sensible like that.
It was thanks to SUPERAntiSpyware and yes, I'm gonna plug the Hell out of it now. Go get it. Get it now. I can't say enough good stuff about it, just go download it and see for yourself.
And I've now got a new modem, so here's hoping that helps with everything else. And... can't think of anything else new yet, wait until Halloween or something, I'm sure I'll have plenty of updates by then. ^_~

Okay, okay, shut up. I know, I joined the fad. Or rather, was forced to.
One of my doctors put me on ADHD meds (thankyouthankyouthankyou Dr H, much as I complain about your decision to remove me from the gleefully-giggling community of potheads, for the first time in more than a decade I've been a little less unbearable than usual, and have an attention span which no longer makes a half-retarded goldfish look like the gifted lovechild of Einstein and Newton, with a little Darwin thrown in for flavour) so I've been instructed to quit weed - it's either the green or the white and for once I'm taking the sensible route. Fancy that.
However, this is harder than I thought, harder than it probably sounds. Yeah, yeah, I know it's "only weed" but seriously, when you've been smoking around what... eight years, every day, a session roughly every couple of hours, several cones per session, and mostly not so much to get stoned but to stop yourself from spending roughly 42% of every day with your head in a toilet bowl trying to throw up food that just ain't there... well. It becomes more of an issue than your mere "Beavis and Butthead are never gonna be as funny again D:" ex-smoker laments. Since Maxalon started to give me these creepy little mini-seizures I've been relying on my natural remedy to keep my stomach contents inside my stomach, and don't tell me "ginger!" or "slippery elm!" 'cause trust me, I've tried 'em, and I'm sure they'd be great for people who actually got some kind of anti-nausea effect from either but dude. Seriously. This many years of that "bleargh" feeling and constant puking are not gonna be reversed by trying to ram a few dried, powdered gingerbread ingredients inside a cumbersome vegetable gum capsule roughly the size of someone's middle toe (which conveniently always finds the worst place to lodge itself in one's throat and resists all attempts to dislodge it) into a stomach that rejects everything with even a passing resemblance to... well, anything. And no, that's not all voluntary barfing, so stfu. If you'd spent your teenage years - all of them - with a stomach that thought it was supposed to keep out intruding dangers such as food and legitimate medications, you'd probably be fed up with it too and latch onto the one thing that actually solved your problem like that fluffy grey crap from the dryer latches onto exposed velcro, so don't judge me or I swear you'll have a twitchy, undrugged, stir-crazy Penni trying to remove your liver with a manky spoon. Actually... I could probably do with a new liver by now. But anyway.
So. Here I am, in number 666 Buttfuck Nowhere, Arse End of the Wrong Side of Australia, trying to cold-turkey my way through a month or something of basically taking nothing but an overdose of uberhealthy vitamins and "metabolism boosters" (which at least have the side-effect of trimming down that persistent fat deposit I've been trying to shake off my thighs for the last few years - so long as I can keep them down long enough to let them do their thing) all so I can piss in a cup and show it to some lab person who gets to tell me whether or not the rest of my life is going to be of any use to anyone. Woot, yay and all that Scheiß.
Of course to make everything just perfect my net decided it was going to pick this precise moment to rebel, flip me off, and take a couple months' paid sick leave. Wireless network my arse, it doesn't even reach the doorstep (20 feet away? If that?) before it develops spontaneous senility and starts asking who it is, where it is, why it is, and what year it's currently residing in. Literally. The computer's convinced it's 1995, which I wouldn't complain about really, since in 1995 I was still relatively sane. Relatively. Compared to the version of Penni that meanders through this new millenium in a state of nauseated, whining, exhausted panic anyway. Plus the music was better back then and that wonderful science craze that permeated the 90's had not yet given way to cheesy reality TV as the world's opiate. And yes, before you start calling me a hypocrite, I  do watch (and love) Jackass, Viva La Bam, Dirty Sanchez, Balls of Steel, The Dudesons... If I'm in a particularly mindless mood I'll even stoop to the level of Next, Date My Mom, The X-Effect, and yes, I'll admit it, sometimes even My Pix (though I draw the line at any show involving buzzers, podiums, the so-called "Rad Girls" who deserve to be skinned slowly and fed to bears, or sad teenagers who can't sing but still feel they deserve to be called rock stars) - and I'll enjoy them - but that doesn't mean that I believe these shows can fill the void left by the departure of common sense and curiosity somewhere around the start of the new century. But I never said I didn't have a weakness for opiates.
Anyway... I've been behind in updates and all the rest because I'm in a home-based... er... rather... mother's-house-based rehab, with no net besides a Mac that's usually occupied by none other than my terminally email-addicted mum, and a computer that thinks it's still living in the era of brown hessian backpacks covered in iron-on patches, all-over-black Converse Hi-Tops, X-Files (without the fucking Terminator e_e) and Hypercolour T-shirts that hadn't yet had their colour-changing dye broken by a warm wash. Oh, and of course, also the era when "wireless" probably referred to a portable radio with an antenna you couldn't see, or a bra that didn't support a thing unless your tits were small enough not to need a bra in the first place.
So yeah. I'm having fun. Once I have the intarwebz again maybe I won't notice the lack of weed so much, maybe all this brain-frying reality will get the fuck out of my face and let me start trying to reboot my system and cope with the small yet still intensely unpleasant case of withdrawal, and I can try resuming my life where I left off with a touch more sanity.
Or maybe I'll just get my net working and come back to bitch at everyone about trivial matters no-one else gives a shit about. Meh. We'll see, I guess, but I rather suspect the latter. After all, why mess with a classic?
And yes, I'm aware that this made little sense. I'm drug-free, shut up. You try making a coherent rant with the equipment I have at my disposal right now and let's see how well you do.

Okay, it's been a long time since the last update. You can see part of the reason in the actual... last update. But yeah... there's also been a lot of other keeping me away from this page. Such as power blackouts, internet problems, and pneumonia.
Anyway. Jenz went into rehab, and I can't find her number, so I'm trying like Hell to send good vibes out into the universe for her. And I think she said she can get a little version of my Castle on her phone, so here's hoping...
Jenz, take care of yourself. We all love you, buddy.
Michelle has been around with her daughter Belle a lot lately, so I've been getting some cute footage of the kid playing with Jayson's exercise ball and stuff like that, but it's all really fucking dark 'cause it's impossible to get decent lighting when you're all nocturnal, including the baby. So it might take me a while to try and make anything visible on there, if I'm even allowed to show any of it, since Belle can't sign anything yet. So just imagine how cute she was on that giant ball for now.
Soon as I can edit the other stuff I got of Jayson though, you'll probably get to see that, since I recorded him saying he assumes it's going online, which is as good as a contract, right? XD
Jayson also got a new car. Sorta. Well, new for us. It starts, has a fucking awesome-sounding exhaust, and it doesn't sound like it has dolphins under the hood, but it looks like shit at the moment so you're not gonna get to see it until it's fixed up. Yup, he bought a Vito car. But I'll make sure that's taken care of.
The landlord put a patio... thing... on the back of the house, so I'm gonna be hanging drapes and shit all over it and painting my decks and horses out there and stuff. And speaking of painting, I've got a project that makes me giggle every time I think of it. I just hope the recipient of said project doesn't break it on sight. XD
Aaaand... soon as everything's sorted out with the car, apparently, I'm getting that belated birthday present - my Smashing Pumpkins heart tattoo. You'll definitely be getting photos of that. Hell, I'll take the camera along and film the whole thing if they let me.
My lungs seem to be recovering... slowly, but getting there. But for now I sound like a Muppet, so there's no Radio Penni until I get the old episodes edited. Yes, I am actually doing that. I know I said that ages ago but I am.

He was very much loved, and always will be.
Take care of yourself while you're out, my Monster.
We'll never forget you.

♥

Check it out - I found some of the ][=][ ][ ][V][ concert I went to on YouTube.
I can actually hear myself in some bits. XD
It's embarrassing, but meh. I LOVED this concert so fucking much. <3 <3 <3
And I'm not uploading what I've got from that night... That's not going anywhere. >;D

Radio episode is... not done. >_>  Can't get my arse into gear for that one. I'll get to it eventually.

But here, for your pleasure and education, is an episode of Jenz' Special Toys



And okay, so I know this radio thing was meant to be weekly, but I've been really drunk and all I've got at the moment is a long-arse thing that needs to be cut down to half its length before I can post it and I can't be arsed yet, and uh... this...
It's me, drunk as HELL, and having to be told constantly to stay in range of the camera. Not to mention the shitty singing which was more slurring than singing, the weird-arse wiggle and the random campy hamming-it-up on the high notes I can't hit, and nearly passing out several times mid-note. It's nothing exciting, nothing to be proud of, and certainly not to be taken as an indicator of how I actually sing or dance. Unless you're talking about when I'm falling down drunk. XD
So go on, laugh at me. I am. XD

What shall we do with a drunken Penni?

Thursday February 14, 2008.
Episode 1 - Drunken ramblings and wanderings

This week: Jenz, a bottle of Canadian Club, and a quest for jargon that took slightly longer than intended and left Penni temporarily crippled.
Ignore the sound quality and the windy sounds, we were outside, wandering around the neighbourhood trying to find a house that seemed to evade us for hours.

Preview (with pictures!) - the beginning of the adventure, featuring Jenz.