Weekend update
Apr. 11th, 2005 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcYou ignorant slut.
Friday was “work @ home” day, and also the day I went for my day as lab rat. Since I ask folks to participate in research I conduct, I put up with a few pricks each year in the name of HIV research. My risk of seroconversion is virtually zero so the blood bit’s annoying; the tough part is the 50 minute administered survey, which catalogues deed and intention. Oh and also a throat and booty schmear. I’l collect the results in a fortnight, at the city’ssluuuut Sexual Health Clinic. As a guest worker, I can pay taxes but not access Medicare--because that makes so much more sense: save $400 a year per person, but have them spread around whatever ails them--since we know that when folks have to pay for health care they wait to seek it. Eejits.
Friday night I can’t remember. Dain bramage.
Saturday I rolled out of bed, had a lovely bachelor’s brekkie (potato chips and Coke Classic™), then headed to Bondi in search of waves. And there sure were: nice 1.5m rollers! Since Aussies seem to have a visceral aversion to the beach after 01 March, the water was full of tourists (get outta da way!) and surf enthusiasts. I got two great sets of long, powerful rides, then decamped on the beach with my iPod. Did I mention I’ve loaded all this year’s Eurovision songs on already, including the withdrawn Lebanese song? Because I have, and I was wiggling and writhing on my binkie. More like a sugared-up 5 year-old, not a testerone-laden 35 year-old. I ain’t neither, unh. Saturday night we had a quiet one, then watched a DVD about Francis Bacon. I wasn’t loving it, then got into a bit, and overall thought it was good.
Sunday Marko and Max and I had brunch in Darlinghurst, then Marko and I toddled down to the Korean baths for my belated birfday prezzie. Mark hadn’t been (he normally does a femi-spa/salon). 2 hours later we were exfoliated and limber, thanks to long soaks in the Ginseng bath, Korean AND shiatsu massage, an ankles-to-neck body scrub (why no feet? why no head?), and a yoghurt and honey facial. All done by men. I don’t like masseuses--not haaaard enough. Afterwards I actually got a few hours’ work done (penance for Friday) before joining Marko and Max @ the Shift. Hadn’t been in ages, was quiet. But good company.
Oh, and RoseanneBarr showed up @ the Shift. Marko and I recognized her at the exact same moment. Marko stalked, I followed, she seemed bemused. She was watching the drag show. I heart Roseanne, she’s funny and fucking brilliant and deserved the Feminst Award for the 2nd Millenium for the last season on her sitcom. A true visionary and revolutionary.
Friday was “work @ home” day, and also the day I went for my day as lab rat. Since I ask folks to participate in research I conduct, I put up with a few pricks each year in the name of HIV research. My risk of seroconversion is virtually zero so the blood bit’s annoying; the tough part is the 50 minute administered survey, which catalogues deed and intention. Oh and also a throat and booty schmear. I’l collect the results in a fortnight, at the city’s
Friday night I can’t remember. Dain bramage.
Saturday I rolled out of bed, had a lovely bachelor’s brekkie (potato chips and Coke Classic™), then headed to Bondi in search of waves. And there sure were: nice 1.5m rollers! Since Aussies seem to have a visceral aversion to the beach after 01 March, the water was full of tourists (get outta da way!) and surf enthusiasts. I got two great sets of long, powerful rides, then decamped on the beach with my iPod. Did I mention I’ve loaded all this year’s Eurovision songs on already, including the withdrawn Lebanese song? Because I have, and I was wiggling and writhing on my binkie. More like a sugared-up 5 year-old, not a testerone-laden 35 year-old. I ain’t neither, unh. Saturday night we had a quiet one, then watched a DVD about Francis Bacon. I wasn’t loving it, then got into a bit, and overall thought it was good.
Sunday Marko and Max and I had brunch in Darlinghurst, then Marko and I toddled down to the Korean baths for my belated birfday prezzie. Mark hadn’t been (he normally does a femi-spa/salon). 2 hours later we were exfoliated and limber, thanks to long soaks in the Ginseng bath, Korean AND shiatsu massage, an ankles-to-neck body scrub (why no feet? why no head?), and a yoghurt and honey facial. All done by men. I don’t like masseuses--not haaaard enough. Afterwards I actually got a few hours’ work done (penance for Friday) before joining Marko and Max @ the Shift. Hadn’t been in ages, was quiet. But good company.
Oh, and Roseanne
