I Googled 'whimsical picture' and...it was the first result

I feel bad for not having posted for like 100 years, so to appease the clearly enormous and rabid fanbase of this blog, I give you:

THINGS PIGSTILTS LOVES

...because even though it's a rant blog, I currently have no grievances to air that haven't already been aired both loudly and at length this week. But, if it's any consolation, the list probably won't be very long.

AND NOW THIS IS OLD POST but I'm posting it anyway, because otherwise it will languish in drafts for EVER. Oh no.


♣ Coming home to daysleeps and WhiteCat after being away
♣ Greek Gods and Goddesses
♣ Being inspired to make things late at night (earlyinthemorning)
♣ Wings and gold and mixtapes
♣ Summer Glau
♣ Couture week. !!!
♣ Writing stories that begin one way, then take you by surprise and become something else altogether, something new
♣ Kirby
♣ Gareth David-Lloyd
♣ Spreading trees with obstinate branches that present juuuust enough of a challenge
♣ Veronica Mars
♣ Oh my god, delicious cake
♣ Dinosaur Comics, "Attention, enemies! Why not come onto my lawn for a second" and "I accidentally drank 40 lemons!"
♣ Stealth planes, the stars and the universe which encompasses them, and oxford commas.
Current things that I love:
♣ The ridiculous post I'm writing, oh my god, this blog is so not the right place to post it but I probably will anyway
♣ Battlestar Galactica! Oh my god, you guys, I know I rave about this all the time, but seriously...I know a lot of sci-fi is "good if you like that sort of thing", but this is more...it's "good despite being that sort of thing". Put it this way: most TV - most movies, even - doesn't make me cry. But I'm rewatching with my mum, right, and this is how phenomenal it is: it can utterly destroy you with a pronoun. Guys, I love (spoilers? not really, but talk of a mid-season-2 episode...Mr Fancy.) Crazy Gaius, but he's crazy, and he's not the one you look to for those deep emotional sorts of things, which, I suspect, is why it's so very destructive when he says things like "We treat it like the person it pretends to be", and why a robot eating a piece of fruit as he tells her about the woman he's in love with - which isn't her, but they look just the same - made me cry. (And I'm not ashamed to say it, right, because nobody didn't cry.) Goddamn.

Guys is my litnerd showing? I think I lose credits for it being a TV show though. But still. Only Mr Fancy knows what I'm talking about (although I have my suspicions that he watches it for all the ridiculously attractive people instead of the crying business. Pshaw).



Aaaand just so the universe doesn't implode, here are some

THINGS PIGSTILTS HATES

♣ Accidentally alienating friends;
♣ Smug, blindly opinionated jerks (...sorry, couldn't help it)
♣ Russell T Davies. WHY DO YOU HATE WHAT YOU HAVE BUILT? And, on a related note, why do you hate me?
♣ Unrealised artistic ambition
♣ Being awoken by the next-door-neighbour using like a jackhammer or something, what the hell
♣ FOR LIKE AN HOUR
♣ who even does that

Oh how can you breathe little blue? You have hooks, you have holes in you.

Uggggghhhhhhh. Have had an interesting last couple of weeks.
Got exceptionally, ridiculously drunk on Thursday night, at a ball with a bunch of people I barely new. When combined with "many-people-I-don't-really-know" nerves, the outcome was predictable: extreme ranting about various television shows I grew up on, people I hate, stupid things I do, stupid things other people do, plus general too loud talking, yelling, verbal abuse and terrible dancing.
Remedied this on Friday/Saturday/Sunday with: Eight billion cups of tea, not enough homework, immense anxious stressing, eight billion more cups of coffee, pizza, going out more (but minus the drinking, and with the added bonus of gross headcold), panic eating, and listening to Augie March and Maria Taylor while stress texting my good friend Face.
Luckily the damage didn't seem to be too bad today. In general I don't seem to be too much of a social outcast. Moreso I mean.
Our old Anna is probably not All-Australian Miss Popular 2009.
But again, I say the old adage: "kill me if I ever drink that much again."
Of course, it always happens again.
Today I also got hit on by creepy contractors. Wandering through uni, I passed a couple of them, and they fell silent and stared creepily as I walked past, then one murmured "I'd marry that one."
..........................I'm not sure what reaction is appropriate to that.
Possibly: "That's funny because-FUCK OFF AND DIE." But maybe that's too forceful. Sorry. I am not in such a good mood today.
Anyway. I should probably go now, so I can get some sleep and/or beat myself to death before 7am childcare plus another university Day of Shame tomorrow.
I am Good At Life.
Over and out.
xx

So my comic book store is AMAZING!

It maybe just that i rrruuuvvveee the people who work there all the tiem (for privacy reasons let us dub them "Optimus" and "Prime").

Rehashing my exploits of the day:

So i all at work and such at the end of ma 7 hours of working and i gets the urge to mosie through ma weekly order of comic books. Unfortunately this means a lengthy train ride and walking around teh city and all the effort that entails (apparently ma legs just didn't want to move anymore). The overwhelming desire for dericious comic books won in the end (and a quick ponder over what Sir/Vin Diesel would do in this situation) and i hopped a train. It was about 30 minutes in that i realized - once i had finished another chapter of pheadophile sweedish vampire novel - that my bladder wished to expel my last working beer, along with my several working coffees and my occassional working water, all at once.

It was a painful 30 minutes later that ma bladder was allowed access to a restroom - involving an even moar painful miander up the parliament escalators that i was certain were going to rupture my overladen bladder.

10 minutes later - feeling very satisfied - i arrived at my goal to find "Optimus" and "Prime" being fantastic as always. This feeling intensified as "Optimus" offered me tasty tasty cookies as a reward for not wetting myself (after hearing my sad tale of woah). Then "Prime" was all liek "OMGOMGOMG I WAS IN SANFRAN AT THE COMICOMNOMNOMCONVENTION AND I DID ALL THESE THINGS AND BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH" and then ensued fantastic discussion and stories mixed with the two fighting over "Optimus" not buying "Prime" another solo and not giving him his 30 cents bish (ALSO: they fight liek little girls - "IT COST $2.70" "AND I GAVE YOU MORE MONEY THAN THAT" "OH WOW 30 CENTS HAVE YOUR MEASLEY CHANGE BOI" "BUY ME MORE DRINK!" "I SENT YOU TO GODDAMN SANFRAN AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME!!!!?!?!?!") and to top this hilarious encounter "Prime" proceeded to give me so many cheap comics. So many. ended up saving liek $30 because he was all liek "you can pay thiiisss much for this one and thiiissss one can be thiiiissss much BUT DON'T TELL ANYONE!!!")

i love these people.


PS: "Prime" apparently did the very same course i am doing, loves interpol and loves dericious beverages. I HAVE ALL THESE QUALITIES!! WHY DO I NOT HAS A JOB THERE?!?!?!?!?