Claire

The sculpture lecturer was humourless, po-mo, feminist academic in the worst way. Her puzzled reaction and attempts to 'read' the work in terms of various ideologies was the icing on the cake.

I wish she still had the blanket!* The different dimensions and textures of the 'nipples' were fascinating. Plus it was wonderfuly attractive (tactilely inviting) and repellant (Ed Gein associations) at the same time.

*It was misguidedly thrown out in a fit of spring cleaning.

That pic reminds of my friend Kendra's project in first year sculpture casting workshop at art school.

She got all us girls in the class to cast our nipples in plaster, then from the plaster moulds cast them in latex, sewed all the little latex nipples together, and thus created a patchwork nipple security blanket.

Went to see Colour Me Kubrick the other night. I thought it was dire.

It felt the film makers had no idea what to do with the material. Most of the jokes were cheap and obvious. I got they were aiming for the British vulgar comic grotesque sensibility (the awkardly shoehorned in refrence to Carry On films was an obvious tip of the hat), but grotesque without either ribald good humour or deliciously over-the-top misanthropy falls flat.

I left the theatre bemused and feeling vaguely soiled.

I was shown the most incredible book last night! It was a Chas Adams book called, I think The Dead Old Days. It wasn't a coolection of his cartoons, rather it was Adams' own collection of bizzare images and reference material. It was fascinating and illuminating. Many photos of 19th century circus freaks, fabulous American Gothic houses, early car crashes, engravings of old surgical instruments and torture devices, and old undertaker supplies catalogs.

It was a lucky book fair find, and I will be eternally jealous of the girl who snagged it.

Dear Diary

I'm hungover and there's no fucking drinkable coffee! I'm going back to bed.

That is all.

Claire

Last night I started out on cheap fizzy wine and finished up with rather too much good whiskey.

I am currently quesy and dizzy.

Unfortunately sexy Jon's 'chest area' doesn't (as yet) live up to the fantasy.

Mick stole the phone and hogged the bathroom for a rather long time.

If coralys lived in 1930's Paris she would surely be a surrealist muse.

Maybe should lay off the novacaine, it makes him flash his studly tits.

Akhira's hypno eye has lured many a traveller (and cupboard) to his doom.

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Lou K strikes the perfect balance between party dude and anal toy collector.

Carefree exhibitionist he may seem, but sometimes I think electricinca is crying inside.

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Irrepressible punster Rogan insists on suggestively phallic pronounciation guides for his online moniker.

Keeyah is, in fact, the 'POWAH' version of New Zealand's avian car dismantler.

Secretly, Carmody still believes that the rest of us look like this inside.

That electricinca is such a freaking attention whore! You know the pop-culture-fantasy-figure thing was my idea first. Bloody copy cat!

And he's got a nicer bum than me. It's not fair!

Dear Diary

I'm worried about Akhira. She seems to have completely blanked our 'disposal' of ACXchan from her memory. She's currently rocking back and forth in the corner muttering about spots.

If she's not careful she'll be joining ACXchan in the airing cupboard. Good thing all the housemates are too flithy to do laundry. OH well, if anyone finds out I can always blame Akhira.

Claire

Mostly because the husbands name was claire :|

 

It just was too much for my mind at that certain point of the day when I read it... haha...

'Claire' is also a surname.

Vexed? In what fashion?

Dear Diary

Starting to regret turning up in my yeoman's uniform. Polyester velour is not comfortable, and I still haven't washed it since having my photo taken with George Takei. Luckily I've managed to convince Rogan that the smell is coming from Jon's pants.

Claire

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Maybe this will cheer you up.

Claire was arrested by the animated expression of his wife's face.

My regular internet alter ego is a Trinidadian-Canadian poetess.

Turns out I'm also a Welsh table tennis star...

...and apparently I appeared in the original The Haunting.