Three policemen

All rights to the Victorian Police Force in the use of this image.
Now, as I pointed out a blog or two ago, I would have happily been a policeman if things in my life hadn't been different and made me uneligable to join. But from my learning, watching, reading and understanding, the police force isn't as clear-cut as it should be, and this is anywhere in the world. I am simply using the Victoria Police Force badge because it is in memory of my local force.
Now, in general, I don't have a problem with the police. They have never tried to use their position to bully or intimidate me. In the times I have worked with the police form being a victim of crime, the officers who I spoke with were kind, thoughtful and understanding. None of this looking-down-their-noses crap. However, I still find that there are three types of police members, each as different as the other in one circumstance or another.
1) Honest Force: These are the people who joined the police force for that reason; because they honestly want to make a difference without fear, favor or force. Despite people's history, circumstances, beliefs, lifestyles, etc. Honest, unbribable and to the point. You will define these people as policemen/women.
2) Biast: While these people MAY lead similar lives to option one, they will judge circumstances and people based on history, choices, etc in ways number 1 won't. So if they learn that you are homosexual, muslim, have a history, etc, you are instantly in the wrong. These people do exist in the force, just some are more obvious than others. For example, my bashing a few years ago, which I will do an entry on later, if I had disclosed my sexuality to a type 1 policeman, they wouldn't have been bothered or phased by this. However number 2 would have 1 of two reactions...
a) hidden their discontent and simply not acted as much upon the case, keeping quiet their thoughts I deserved what I got or...
b) made an obvious statement that they wouldn't look into the case because I deserved what I got. But that would lead me to file a complaint. Henceforth, these types of officers are few and far between.
These officers are, while not seriously on the take, more easily bribbed. Looking the other way because she'll give him a blow job. Yes, believe me, I've heard of this happening. But this slackness on the job loosens the hold of authority that the police hold.
3) Corrupted: Yes, I have heard of the many police, many of whom are highly ranked, that are either on the take or protecting people who are less than agreeable. Because of the money they get, the drugs they are handed or whatever the reason, these people will act before justice to make sure it does not happen. This completely undermines their position and power. The only reason they keep their positions is because there are fewer people in higher power than them.
So at the end of the day, even when treated badly by people, doing the hard runs and the mass paperwork, I'd still be happy to be a policeman, because I would be doing the right thing. And even if I was a member of ESD (Ethical Standards Department, aka Internal Affairs) I'd be happy to be ruling out corruption.
So now I hope simply that the police will remain the force of justice they should be, and nothing more. May the Gods protect those brave men and women in the police force, and may karma and true justice serve where it shall,
Perry

So I'm bored, get some facts

So I'm really bored this evening. The best I've got to say is that I am pulling together things for my Red Faces audition this weeked, but more on that closer to the date, and listening to I Wanna Mmm which is one of those songs you like for no apparent reason or logic. So screw it, let's do a questionare.
WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?: Perry Ernest byrnes

>NICKNAMES?: Pez, Pezerry, Pezstyx, Pez Disencer, Pezzles, Pezza, Mista

>SINGLE OR TAKEN?: Single and somewhat happy about it

>BIRTHDAY?: 20/01/86

>ZODIAC SIGN?: Very vague question. I am a Capricorn/Aquarian born under a Taurian moon with an Aries rising in the year of the Ox in the month of the Horse in the hour of the Goat.

>AGE?: 24 and 4 months

>HAIR?: On my head, darkened red.

>WHERE DO YOU LIVE?: in an appartment in Melbourne

>WHAT COLOUR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?: Black? *Checks* Black!

>WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?: Listening to music while the TV is on mute and typing this.

>WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU DID?: went to the loo

>WHAT IS RIGHT NEXT TO YOU: Pimp Cane

>WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU ATE OUT WITH?: Mum, Greg, Nadia and Dan.

>IF U WERE A TOY, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?: I'd be a Spinning Top. Wind me up and I spin out of control until I run out of energy

>WHERE WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON YOUR HONEYMOON?: Byron Bay perhaps.

>WHO WOULD YOU WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH?: In a romantic sense, no one is filling that void, so let's leave this blank... too late.

>HOWS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?: Cold and wet

>LAST PERSON YOU SPOKE TO ON THE PHONE?: Stephan

>LAST PERSON WHO TEXT YOU: Some random company

>LAST PERSON YOU TEXT: Sara

>DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?: Since I found it on a website, that leaves this question unanswerable

>WHAT DO YOU THINK A TOBLERONE IS?: It is a type of chocolate bar, although it sounds like a machanics tool.

>U WEARING RIGHT NOW?: With an assumed 'what' at the beginning of this sentence, I am wearing jeans, shirt, jumper, socks, underwear and worn slippers.

DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?: No, they are like umbrellas in other people's possession, they poke you in the eye.

>WHO DO CONSIDER YOUR CLOSEST/BESTEST FRIEND?: There is no specific one because different people fill different needs. That was a plutonic answer.

>WHAT WAS THE BEST ADVICE EVER GIVEN TO YOU?: Live for today and smile

>DO U OWN A VEHICLE?: About as useful as a bra to the Pope.

>HAVE YOU EVER WON A SPECIAL AWARD?: Yes... oh, details? Entertainers Award at the 2008 Karaoke Idol Competition.

>WHAT ARE YOUR FUTURE PLANS?: Study to become a Recreational officer and find me a boyfriend at long friggin last.

>FAVOURITE FOOD?: Edible. But more specifically, Chicken

>FAVOURITE FILM: To name a few; Kill Bill vol 1, Diamonds Are Forever, Memoirs of a Geisha

>LAST FILM YOU SAW AT CINEMA?: The Lovely Bones

>FAVE BOYS COLOGNE: Far Away

>FAVE GIRLS PERFUME: Musk or Dark lady

>DO YOU LIKE TO DANCE?: Does a bear sit in the woods?

>ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK ANYONE OUT?: Always.

>IF YOU COULD CHANGE YOUR NAME TO ANTHING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: I'd probably have it lengthened to 'Peregrine' but people would still call me 'Pez' anyway

>HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE?: I think so. Kinda hard to tell.

>WHAT IS THE MOST STUPID THING YOU HAVE EVER DONE?: Probably my move to Ballarat. That was a really big and stupid mistake from start to finish, with the exception of the friends I made while there.

>DO YOU LIKE SCARY OR HAPPY MOVIES?: Not too heavy on the gore, and the happy part can't be predictable.

>CHRISTMAS OR EASTER?: At Christmas, mary was probably wishing it was Easter, but I prefer Christmas when I get to catter.

>LUST OR LOVE?: Right now, Lust is in play, but I want to try my hand at love again.

>KISSES OR HUGS?: kisses with someone I want to sleep with, hugs for everyone who I know well enough.

>IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?: That answer requires too much thinking.

>WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR PYJAMAS: teal green I think. Not sure, but I like the shade of green at any rate.

>WHAT COLOUR'S YOUR TOOTHBRUSH?: white with multicolored bristles.

>WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS QUIZ?: In depth but vague. Make your own answers and drag it out if you can.

>DO U WANT UR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?: Considering how few read this blog to begin with, I only expect one person to psot it on her blog, and my Sister will probably email me her answers.

>WHO IS THE MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?: Between those two... hard to call.

>WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?: People who don't read this blog.

>FAVE PART OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?: personality

>WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: unmovable anger

>WHATS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP?: If today is another slow day, I will need to apply for a life sooner than antisipated.

>ROLLER COASTER, SCARY OR WICKED??: Used to be scary, but now they are wicked.

>HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU LET THE PHONE RING BEFORE YOU ANSWER IT?: Considering how long it takes to get it out of my pocket, that long.

>IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON, DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO WOULD IT BE?: Tough call. Pink, Halli Berri or Dame Judi Dench. Daniel Craig is also a good choice.

>IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB IN THE WORLD WHAT WOULD IT BE: A part of me wants to be a policeman, a part of me wants to be a singer and a part of me wants to do social recreational activities. Gods, I sould like one of the Village People.

>IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL?: It either 'is' or half full.

>WHATS YOUR FAVE NUMBER?: I could do a Sheldon at the concept of picking one favorite number, but I won't. 49


ON GIRLS FOR GUYS TO FILL OUT

>THONG OR KNICKERS: Preferably Nickers. I don't need to know about your fanny floos.

>LONG OR SHORT HAIR: neat trim down to the shoulders, so long.

>TALL OR SHORT: Not sure

>BREASTS OR BUM?: Ur asking me?

>BRAINS OR BEAUTY?: Brains

>TAN OR FAIR?: Fair


FOR GIRLS TO FILL OUT ON GUYS

>BOXERS OR Y FRONTS: Frankly, I prefer guys in briefs, but Y fronts are a close second.

>DARK OR FAIR: Hair: dark. Skin: fair to tan

>TALL OR SMALL: I think the word u want is 'short.' I prefer them my height.

>MOST IMPORTANT PHYSICAL FEATURE: Eyes. Must have a good statement from them


>CHOCOLATE - WHITE OR MILK?: Milk... even though milk is white.

>ROOT BEER OR DOCTOR PEPPER?: Doctor pepper... if I can find the damned stuff again.

>MUD OR JELLY WRESTLING?: Considering i have done neither on any great level, I think I prefer Mud. Jelly is too slippery and honey is just a no.

>SKIING OR BOARDING?: Done both, want to ski again.

>DAY OR NIGHT?: Depends on what I have planned.

>SUMMER OR WINTER?: Not sure, I prefer Spring.

>CAKE OR PIE?: If I choose cake, can I eat it too?

>SILVER OR GOLD?: Silver is more my color.

>DIAMONDS OR PEARLS?: Diamonds, more magical property.

>SUNRISE OR SUNSET?: Sunset gets more color.

>HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN A BONE?: No... unless fractures count. But it wasn't a full break. Help me here.

>DO YOU WEAR RINGS?: Yes. I always wear my silver ring on my left hand and there is usually an acompanying ring on the other hand that veries.

>DO YOU HATE ANYONE: No, Hate is not a nice thing to do. Everyone has one likeable quality, even if they put me off.

>ARE YOU LOUD OR QUIET: Depends where I am at the time.

>DO U BELIEVE IN YOURSELF: I do. Sometimes I get doubts, but don't we all?

Feel like you know me know? If not, ask your own questions dammit. Hugs,
Me!

Drugs in the World II; At the Wheel

Alright then, so it is a segment now. And while the sign above me was probably written while the author was smoking 'the thing that becomes troubled of other guests due to the stink in to the hotel" but my point comes from a TV article on ACA (A Current Affair) which released sensored videos of people who had been booked for driving under the influence. My God, these people were really off their trees/rocks/heads/tits. At the end of the day, these people don't seem to realise what idiots they are being. Not only are they obviously off their head, and probably aware of it, but they feel that, in this condition, they are okay to drive. Some of the people in the videos couldn't stand on two feet for two seconds. Some of them were falling asleep on the spot. Please remember they were driving at the time. Luckily they didn't actually hurt anyone before getting caught, but it worries me, and plenty of others that these people are on the road.
Now, let me say what I'd do if I were on drugs and planning to go out. I'd make sure that if I was going to a friends, that I could either stay over or get a taxi home. If I was going out to a club, I'd be sure to only do enough to get the high without being completely stuffed, and get a taxi home. Following that, I'd be sure to only do enough to keep my head. It is basically the same plan I have for drinking. So remind me why people go right out of their way to be a danger and a threat to the world? I can guess at the need to get beyond your limit high, but why are you threatening innocent people during your pointless brain-rotting? The sad irony is that the drugless victims are the ones who die, not the ones who are on drugs. I'd love to ask the universe why this great irony exists, but I don't want to know.
Finding out that some of my social contacts are doing more drugs than I can count on two hands is one problem, the deeper concern is that they all have at least done yr 12 chemistry. Yes, they know how to make their own as well as take. Don't ask me if they are selling, I am not asking. Now, from my moral grounds, and from what I can tell, they are taking for personal use and not passing it around, but that is all I know. I could turn them in, but I have no physical evidence, so what is it gonna help?
Drugs, by any stretch of the imagination, inevitably go with 'trouble' in my mind. If people say 'perscription drugs' I'd inquire further into their dosing. But I also want to know people's motivation. What I want is a better answer than the standards you'd expect. The only way I condone any drugs (perscription not withstanding) in any way is dope to help deal with kemotherapy treatments and so forth.
I feel like I am running out of subject matter on this, so I'm going to end this, but I hope karma is geavy for those who kill while driving under the influence of drugs.

The Black Fairy Book

"Listen well, all of you! The Princess shall indeed, grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But... before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger, on the spindle of a spinning wheel, and DIE"
"Behold, King Stefan's Castle, and yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why, 'tis the self-same peseant-maid who won the heart of our noble Prince but yesturday. She is indeed, most wonderous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repulse. The years roll by, but one hundred years to a stedfast heart are but a day. And now, the gates of the dungeon part and our Prince is free to go his way. off he rides on his noble steed. A valiant figure, straight and tall, to wake his love, with loves first kiss, and prove that true love conquors all."
Okay, I'll stop now. But maleficent was always the best villain Disney ever came out with, considering, unlike any other villain, she has no comic edge. But before Disney renamed her, Maleficent was known as Caraboose. As she is the least known of the fairys, but the most common of the evil fairies (by title), I dedicated the fairy book I am working on to her. Please have a look and see what you think, The Black Fairy Book is my newest publication and the one I am working on at the moment. I hope you will let me know what you think. Three of the stories contained within are posted and hopefully they are good reads. I will hopefully have more posted soon.
In the meantime, I must ask you one thing...
"You poor simple fools, thinking you could defeat me. ME? The Misstress of all Evil. Well here's your precious Princess. Mwa hahaha, hahahahaha, HAHAHAHAHA!"
Perry

Calm and Collected Music

Well I have certainly had a good night. For those who aren't so aware, I do karaoke on Friday nights. But tonight was rather special for me because Mum and Greg came along. I also decided to tone my music down and sing more calm songs. So tonights songs were 'Diamonds Are Forever,' 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' (which I got right, so I am very happy with that) and 'Kiss From a Rose.' All songs went well and I am very happy with my efforts in improving my singing. Still some little hitches to deal with but overall, I'm sounding better.
I learned that the Karaoke World Competition (KWC) is not coming to my venues this year, and probably not any year. I'm keeping half an eye out for competitions because I want to try my luck again. I don't blame Steve and Liz (hoasts) that competitions bring out the worst in people. I do my best not to get over-emotional or involved in competitions, but it would be nice to go into a competition and place. First is not necessary, but a place would be nice. For the few times I have come third, third was not a place to earn a prize. Better than nothing.
Following that, I am certainly looking forward to entertaining through just singing and not song and dance. Sure, I will still be dancing now and again, but I want to tone it down. Cilla, my singing teacher, and Rudy, who is a good friend, have both given good singing tips. I am sounding so much better and singing is getting a little easier.
I'm going to keep this brief, because I am going to do some stuff and then retire. Nightie night folks,
Pez

Oh Just Shut Up Already!

Now, here's the deal, when telling people things, it is ideal to keep in mind that your audiance, regurdless of age, does have a memory recall. this is why, henceforth, I can tell you that Carl Williams was bashed today in a high security prision within three meters of a security guard. the assailent had a part of a exercize bike as a weapon and beat Carl over the head frequently until either dying or dead. The whole event was caught on CCTV (Close-circut television)and the two in-mates are being questioned. Why do I have to be told this every ten to fifteen minutes with news updates? I'm keeping count, and since seven thirty, I have heard the story seventeen times outside of actual news reports, 20 times with news reports counted.
Now, to follow all that up, the put together a quick documentory about his life and interviewed his family and friends. Now, I'm sure Carl was a good father to his kid, a good husband to his wife, but for fuck sake, this does not change, excuse or pardon the fact that he was a Melbourne Underworld Kingpin, nor does it pardon the many lives he has ruined or taken. At the end of the day, Carl went into a high security prison that still couldn't protect him form the many people who disliked him. What I want to know is, 'Who cares?' he was a criminal, and knowing his past as a child, as a teenager, as whatever won't change a thing. Karma, like most things, catches up with you. Think of karma as a Trapdoor spider with Black Mamba poison, takes it's time until you are in position then a quick sting with the poison and you don't have a lot of time to fix things.
Now, what I want, more than anything, is for Carl to stop being treated like he led a life worthy of note, let him be remembered as the worst criminal in melbourne and just move on. What I want is for news updates to tell me something new or nothing at all. It is called an 'update' for a reason. What I want is some peace on this subject and it hasn't even been 24 hours. But, I have the feeling this will be another Michael jackson thing, it is going to be stretched, milked and run over and over for every last drop of golden milk it is worth.
In the meantime, I pray to Isis to guard his child and protect her from her fathers' assorted past and that it will not come back to bite her and that she may lead a proper like full of good things and much love.
Yes, I'm done,
Perry

Family and Writing

Well, life certainly is like the aforementioned venus hand trap, it does spring a few surprises on you unexpectedly. Watching friends fuck things up, dramatizing at the minimal things, watching men be men in their own special ways and birthday parties.
What really hit me recently was an episode of Blue Heelers I watched. Yes, I collect them and enjoy them. In these specific episodes, PJ was having his Mum living with him because she was dying, and eventually died. I cried all the way through the end of the episode, and I don't just mean a little teary eyed. But the episodes reminded me that family isn't always forever and I was on the phone today to my Grandmother and had a bit of a chat with her. Henceforth I am now a devout coward.
I am a devout coward.
I am afraid of any pain.
I scream blue murder whenever I am in pain.
I scream even louder when I think I am going to be in pain.
So there. In short, don't wait until it is too late, ave all your checkups. Henceforth I will be dropping by the doctors in the next few days for a physical and get a few things checked out.
In the meantime, I have started a new set of stories I am getting ready to put up on the internet. In following of Andrew Lang and his Fairy Books, I have started a book of my own with my own stories, based pretty much on 'What If's' and retellings of others. I do have a collection of retellings on Adult Fanfiction called Queery Tales, and as the title and location suggests, it is homoerotica, so adult descression advised. The two stories I have for my Fairy Book so far are 'The Brave Nurse' and 'The Celtic Princess' which are both still works in progress. When I publish them and come up with a few more ideas, I'll place a link to the story. I hope someone will read and enjoy them.
In the meantime, for the more creative minds of my readers, I need some very unauthadox places where you might pick up and/or have sex. What? There is a mini-series I am trying to finish and I prefer the narrator character to pick up from rather odd places. Some of the more original ones have been gyms, dance clubs, live bands, holiday resort, door-to-door salesman, shopping and amusement park. Yes, I did write the latter, and it is still my favorite. I have the characters in mind, but I just need a more out-of-the way place to pick up from. Any ideas?
Oh well, I better get going, need some beauty sleep and I have a very big story to finish reading. All the best,
Pez the Pro-write

A Fun Party

I have been listening to way too much classical music recently, which ahs kicked up the side of me that enjoys dancing. I know I am not the best dancer when it comes to taking someone else into my arms and making it look good, but it is still a nice dream.
What I'd really like to have one day is a traditional ball. Men in suits, women in dresses and (if I really wanted to push the bar) have everyone in fancy masks. Then play some wonderful music, like Tchaikovsky or ballroom and let everyone go form there. Or make it better and just have a gay ball. I really couldn't care either way, but I'd really like to experience that once in my life. Hey, I'll even sit on the piano and sing if it makes them dance or at least be entertained.
This is one of those times that makes me wish I was born genX as opposed to genY, coz I find genY far too impossible to work with. I am polite, civilised and friendly. Always with manners and some grace. GenY... well, I recall an email my sister sent in reference to why it is called genY. For those who don't know, it is because they wear their pants lose enough that you can see a 'Y' forming at the top of their bums. perhaps this will give u a better idea. (Y) But anyway, I'd like to take my generation back to that and see how they'd cope. considering I spent last Saturday listening to different rounds of social circle dvulge the many things they planned to do in the six remaining hours of Saturday night, I really can't say I was impressed.
Considering that the mass majority of may readers (if not all) are members of genX and before, lets test to see if you know the things I am listing.
*Andrews Sisters
*You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby
*Whatever Happened to baby jane
*The Great Race
*The Kirov
*Ian Flemming
If you failed to list those as...
*Singers
*Song Title and/or tune used in Looney Tunes to promote love/lust
*Movie 1959 and/or fictional autobiography
*Movie 1965
*Ballet Theatre group (specifically Russian)
*Novelist of James Bond (not the cricketer)
... then clearly I have been a few places you haven't. However, knowing my readers like I do, surely you got at least one of those right. If not, then come and join my gen, it might be more your speed. Seriously, I am sitting here listening to the Andrews Sisters sing 'Lullyaby of Broadway' and loving every moment of it. I just finished watching 'Diamonds Are Forever' which was made in the late 60's to early 70's. I'm glad I have a wider range of tastes and am not a complete and total philistine. And believe me, I know a good handful of people who fit that title for many reasons.
Now that I have expressed another dream and bitched about my position in social circles and stances, I'll call it a night. Hugs,
Pez

Music Makes it Happen

For those of you who have been following my blog, or at least my life, for a while, you will know that I have been having some problems in my singing recently. I've been struggling to sing some of my songs and get the notes I want. But tonight, after much persuasion, I was talked into doing All That Jazz, which I have been avoiding because I am generally over doing it. But after my few singing lessons and taking a few tips from friends, I actually managed to get all the notes... for the most part. But now I kinda feel like I am back to where I started, being too loud for the system. At least this time I have some microphone control, so that I won't completely blow the system sideways with a loud note. So I am having a lot of confidance in my skills.
The songs I did tonight were certainly very challenging. I tried The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy and did a very good job. Slipped up on a line and there was an unexpected music break, but I otherwise did well. A bit of practice and I can nail it. I also tried Love Game which didn't sound too good, but was very well appreciated for the sex appeal I put into the dance. I'll probably do it a few times and then drop it unless requested again.
As for those who are inquiring, my toothache has settled and I am back to feeling somewhat human again. I have also drank more tea and ovalteen to keep my caffine up since I can't drink coke at the moment. It is becoming a need to drink warmer drinks these days. Winter is coming and if you ask me, probably on time.
Anyway, my subject matter is really short tonight, so I'll write again when I have something to extend upon. Hugs,
Pezerry

Pain and Pleasure

Yeah, weird titles mean weird stories from me. This is what I've been up to the last few days. The main thing that has been happening in the past few dyas. Mainly, this week has been quiet. My Tai Chi, Singing and Doctors have been away all week, so all my usualy running around has been brought to a halt. So I have been exercising my story-writing and posted a new story on Adult Fanfiction. You can read my AFF Profile and my newest story: Leveling the Score at these links. While the story hasn't come to a sexual nature at this point, it will soon. Reader discresion is advised.
The main highlight of this week has been sitting back in the dentists chair while having 2 teeth pulled and a third repaired. I had to take things really slowly, and I couldn't smoke for 24hrs. Needless to say it feels weird and somewhat odd in sensation. I have managed to keep the pain to a minimum, but I have had to be restrained on my food intake. I'm sure after a few days I'll be fine. I am back on the smokes, but I am keeping an eye on how many I have moreso than usual.
Needless to say, 24hrs without cigarettes has been a long haul. I have watched every single comedy on my shelf and I have prayed that laughter is absolutely the best medicine. Well, it seems to be. Pain can be overcome with humor, whether it is at yourself or someone else.
Despite the ask of my dentist, I did go out tonight and I knew it would be an easy night because it is always a few drinks with whichever friends happen to be at DT's, and probably make some new friends. Well, I think I've been doing well. Did some couple counciling for one of my longer standing friends at DT's and his new partneer, had a chat with an old friend from Shepparton and his wacky bunch of friends. Mind you, I didn't need to know the different number of drugs he is on and how many he can make himself. But I also got talking with some friends I have talked to a few times. And while I am enjoying forever expanding my gay social circle, it is becoming more and more apparent that having a boyfriend is a good way to get further. I swear almost every one of my friends in the better part of my circle are all in relationships. It makes me feel so left out. Not their intention or fault, and I am overly happy for them to be in a relationship, but I can't help but recall a scene from Bridget Jones's Diary. The scene where she is sitting at the head of a dinner table being the only single person there amoungst otherwise smug married couples. If I ever find myself in that situation, I think I might have a breakdown. The aforementioned dinner I am pretty sure I mentioned in an earlier blog was not the same. While most of them were either in a relationship or otherwise people I didn't know, most of the couples weren't there in full. I jsut fear that one day it might.
In the meantime, I am going to rest my fears and watch some Vicar of Dibley to keep myself amused. Lotsa love,
Perry

Easter Friday Party

Okay, I really do hate public holidays. They are impossible. Not only do 95% of all useful shops close down, but it is next to impossible to even buy a decent meal. No supermarkets open either. Finally, it is also difficult to find something to do. I spent half my afternoon trying to work out what I was going to do with my evening considering everything was being cancelled. No karaoke, no bands I am in league with were playing, so it just seems that everything was shutting down around me.
So I took my chances on going to the one place that I generally don't like going to. But I also thought it was a good idea to test out some magick. The reaosn I don't go to The Peel Hotel is because my psychic abilities feel every emotion that is massed in a large group. At a place like the Peel, those emotions tend to be either judgmentalism, shallowness or something I am sure can only be experienced on a drug high. Yes, the Peel is a dance party and yes, I have wittnessed both first and second hand people taking drugs.
The other really frustrating thing is that the Peel charges like a wounded bull with ingrown horns. $3.50 per item in the coat rack and there is no free water. A bottle of water at about 600ml costs more than any general store will sell you. A bottle is $4.30. Shoot me now. But Thursday night, I won a raffle at DT's worth $180, so I could afford a night out and a taxi home. All up, probably just over $40. Considering that the only thing there decently priced is the OJ, I wasn't pitching a fit.
Now, to focus my psychic abilities back into me, I took two grounding stones with me and wore my Isis pendant. The two grounding stones to stop my psychic abilities going to far unless I focused them in a direction. The Isis pendant was to guard my emotions from feeling emotions that weren't mine. This worked out pretty well. I was able to dance, laugh psychotically and enjoy my night. I danced hard to the best music, flirted with a few guys and scared a few people who weren't expecting me at the Peel. I have made it pretty well known I don't like the Peel. I did have to work a few things out. First of all, when the crowd got thicker, the shields weined a little and I could feel a headache coming on. Altitude puts me in a position to keep the energies below me, so I spent most of the night dancing on a stage with the few people there not being able to generate enough emotion to affect me. But, at the end of the day, I had a good night out, I had fun and danced my little head off. All in all, a good night. If it wasn't so darned expensive, I'd go back and do it again. Party hard,
Pez!

Impossibilities

Yes, with a new month we look at new possibilities and frequent impossibilities.
For example, it is possible for people with obvious or not disabilities to do things independantly. But it is impossible for people to be considerate when they are trying to do something simple for the rest. I know I have ranted about people being inconsiderate when it comes to public transport. I watched as my bus pulled up, I wondered how a man with the sunglasses and blind-mans cane was going to do. Before I could offer him any help, the door to the bus was swamped by a flok of human voltures to the bus-door shaped carcus. I watched as people pushed past him to get on without appology or consideration. I wondered if he was going to get one of the obviously labeled priority seats. He did. In the end, he didn't need my help, but it would have been nice to see some selfishness give way to some general consideration.
It is possible to survive a chain of public holidays, but it is impossible to think of ways to fill in the time or go to one's usual social events. Because tomorrow is Easter Friday and public transport is going to limited, and I really don't want to be taking taxis to and from tomorrows social events. Henceforth I obviously need to chase down some timetables and see what the go is. To my knowledge, trains don't change that much, but buses do. Trams, at least, tend to run longer hours because they are a major source in and out of the city. I just hope that this weekend is not so alcohol crazed that I have to put up with drunken louts coming home.
It is possible to have a Happy Easter, but it is impossible, despite the police efforts, to control all life. It is enivitable that a tree, a street light, telephone pole or another driver is going to jump out and collect you. It is possible that more people will take notice of their drinking and driving habits, but it is impossible for everyone to use their brains. All I pray is that there are no fatalities this easter, and that everyone acts and behaves well. I have not lost anyone through a drink-driving accident, but as they say, there is a first time for everything. I just hope that it is neither me nor anyone I really care about. Yes, that means pretty much everyone I know.
I also find this impossible....

Ciao,
Perry