Last Party

So, while this post has been a little delayed, I finally get to tell you about what has been one of the best nights out for me in a whie. This gorgeous creature is Vanessa Amorosi, and she is the best singer in Australia (if you ask me). But to get that close to her to take a photo, to be pointed at by her while she is singing, I cannot imagine anything better for a birthday gift. The only thing that would have made it better would have been if she stuck around to do some autographs. But, better to have come and seen and left than never to have gone at all. And besides, I also got to see her do this...

Sammy (my friend who took me to the show) and I had a great time, despite the fact we had t stand for close to six hours, because it seemed like a bad idea to put chairs out for people to sit. Go figure.
So with this birthday ended, I can only wish for one more thing. Yes, I get to rant now. My birthday wish for this year is for people to stop calling me 'baby' because I am under the age of 30, and thefore have no real life experience, or supposedly anyway. What I want is for people in general (not just towards me) to think that a person younger than them can have gone further than someone twice their age. True, I have little knowledge about raising a family or being in a proper adult relationship, nor have I had a lot of work to speak of upon my resume, but that doesn't mean I haven't been places, done things or experienced things you cannot dream of, much less fathom happening to you. It is even more infuriating when the people are not much more than five years older than me. Age and experience are two VERY different things. I know people younger than me who have been further in life than even I have, and I will never look down on them simply because I am older. Age does not command respect (as I wish some people would work out), but the way you treat people gets you respect. I know I have botched this more than once, and it will happen again, because I am human, but at least I will have more experience than those who have it naturally, or get it right the first time. I have lived a lot, done a lot and I really don't appreciate being called 'baby'. If you said 'you are so young,' or 'you have lots to experience yet,' that would be fine, because it does not denote the fact that I have done something at all. That is my wish for me and others this year.
Well, the candles are out, the lights are dimmed and I shall now retire. Have a good one. Cheers,
Pezarama!

My Birthday and Name Facts

20 January 1986

Your date of conception was on or about 29 April 1985 which was a Monday.
You were born on a Monday under the astrological sign Capricorn.
Your Life path number is 9.


Your fortune cookie reads: You will witness a special ceremony.


Life Path Compatibility:
You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 3, 6 & 9.
You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 1 & 5.
You may or may not get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 7 & 11.
You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 4, 8 & 22.


The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2446450.5.
The golden number for 1986 is 11.
The epact number for 1986 is 19.
The year 1986 was not a leap year.


Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/20/1985 and ending 2/8/1986.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Ox.


Your Native American Zodiac sign is Otter; your plant is Fern.


You were born in the Egyptian month of Famenoth, the third month of the season of Poret (Emergence - Fertile soil).



As of 1/27/2012 7:20:58 AM EST

You are 26 years old.
You are 312 months old.
You are 1,357 weeks old.
You are 9,503 days old.
You are 228,079 hours old.
You are 13,684,760 minutes old.
You are 821,085,658 seconds old.


Celebrities who share your birthday:

Rob Bourdon (1979)
Gary Barlow (1971)
Bill Maher (1956)
Paul Stanley (1952)
David Lynch (1946)
Dorothy Provine (1937)
Arte Johnson (1934)
Edwin 'Buzz' Aldrin (1930)
Patricia Neal (1926)
Federico Fellini (1920)
DeForest Kelley (1920)
George Burns (1896)


Top songs of 1986

That's What Friends Are For by Dionne & Friends
Walk Like an Egyptian by Bangles
On My Own by Patti LaBelle & Michael McDonald
Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston
Stuck with You by Huey Lewis & the News
Rock Me Amadeus by Falco
Kyrie by Mr. Mister
Kiss by Prince & the Revolution
Papa Don't Preach by Madonna
How Will I Know by Whitney Houston


Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.71937377690802 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)


Your lucky day is Saturday.
Your lucky number is 8.
Your ruling planet(s) is Saturn & Uranus.
Your lucky dates are 8th, 17th, 26th.
Your opposition sign is Cancer.
Your opposition number(s) is 2 & 7.


There are 359 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 27 candles.
Those 27 candles produce 27 BTUs, or 6,804 calories of heat (that's only 6.8040 food Calories!) .You can boil 3.09 US ounces of water with that many candles.


Your birth flower is CARNATION
Your birthstone is Garnet
The Mystical properties of Garnet: Garnet is used as a power stone

Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)
Emerald, Rose Quartz

Your birth tree is: Elm Tree, the noble-mindedness

Pleasant shape, tasteful clothes, modest demands, tends not forgive mistakes, cheerful, likes to lead but not to obey, honest and faithful partner, tends to a know-all-attitude and making decisions for others, noble-minded, generous, good sense of humour, practical.

The moon's phase on the day you wereborn was waxing gibbous.

You entered: Perry Ernest Byrnes

There are 17 letters in your name.
Those 17 letters total to 93
There are 4 vowels and 13 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:
Welsh Male Son of Harry.
Latin Male Wanderer.
Latin Female Diminutive of Peregrine: Foreigner; stranger; pilgrim; traveler; wanderer.
French Male French form of Peter.
English Male Pear tree. Also can be a diminutive of Peregrine: stranger; traveler.
Anglo-Saxon Male Pear tree.

Your number is: 3
The characteristics of #3 are: Expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, the joy of living.
The expression or destiny for #3:
An Expression of 3 produces a quest for destiny with words along a variety of lines that may include writing, speaking, singing, acting or teaching; our entertainers, writers, litigators, teachers, salesmen, and composers. You also have the destiny to sell yourself or sell just about any product that comes along. You are imaginative in your presentation, and you may have creative talents in the arts, although these are more likely to be latent. You are an optimistic person that seems ever enthusiastic about life and living. You are friendly, loving and social, and people like you because you are charming and such a good conversationalist. Your ability to communicate may often inspire others. It is your role in life to inspire and motivate; to raise the spirits of those around you.
The negative side of number 3 Expression is superficiality. You may tend to scatter your forces and simply be too easygoing. It is advisable for the negative 3 to avoid dwelling on trivial matters, especially gossip.

Your Soul Urge number is: 2
A Soul Urge number of 2 means: With the Soul Urge number 2, your motivation is centered on friendships, partnerships, and companionship. You want to work with others as a part of a cooperative team. Leadership is not important to you, but making a contribution to the team effort is. You are willing to work hard to achieve a harmonious environment with sensitive, genial people.
In a positive sense, the 2 Soul Urge is sympathetic, extremely concerned and devoted. The nature tends to be very sensitive to others, always tactful and diplomatic. This element in your nature indicates that you are rather emotional. You are persuasive, but in a very quiet way, never forceful. You are the type that makes really close friendships because you are so affectionate and loving.
If this number is over-emphasized in your makeup, you may be over-sensitive, with a delicate ego that is too easily hurt. You may be timid or fearful, too easygoing for your own good.

Your Inner Dream number is: 1
An Inner Dream number of 1 means: You dream of being a leader and one who is in charge. You want to be known for your courage, daring, and original ideas. You seek unconquered heights. People may get a first impression that you are very aggressive and sure of yourself.
Try it for yourself

This is how to age well

With a subject like that, you'd think I was selling beauty cream, but alas, it is going to be the same old theropy everyone suggests that no one really sides with.
So, my birthday party has pretty much come and gone, with tonight being the last major event. On my actual birthday (the day after the play) I didn't really do a lot. I treated it like any other normal day. The only exception was to have a small gathering of people at my place for a few drinks and some fun. Now, I invited a number of people, and ended up with two. But circumstances are circumstances and I am not going to look down my nose and judge people for their lives. So it turned into a night of card games and a bit of drinking.
Saturday (21st) was probably he better of days. A gthering of friends to play some DnD (Dungeons and Dragons) and just have a good old laugh. And it was indeed a fun day. I got to use one of my favorite characters and begin retuning his personality. It has been a long time since this chracter was taken out of his protective book and used, that I realsed he was basically the same as another character I had created, so once tweeked, he'll be cool.
One of the best things (I have yet to recieve but am still looking forward to) is my friend Liv, who so cleverly found a documentory series I want, to copy and hand them to me. I have tried for the past 10 years to try and find them, and now I have them en route to me. I am really excited to be getting them, since I couldn't get them via the conventional ways.
However, I think tonight is going to be the best part of it all. I am going to see Vanessa Amorosi live in concert. This will actually be my first concert to this effect. I know, where have I been? Well, that is a long story. But now I am seeing a singer who's music I have enjoied ever since she first released about 12 years ago. So party, party, party on tonight.
The other fun thing I did for my birthday was put out a request for an interesting birthday message on my facebnook, not the plain old one that is so carbon it could suffocate you. I got some interesting images, but I think the best was the video I got sent direct to my phone. It is difficult to read and I can't pause it to read it or take it off my phone, but I can get the better part of the message and I love it. So thank you Nic W. for that, it was really sweet, and so are you.
And also a many thanks to the people who sent me jokes, funny pictures and were, in general, really sweet to me for my birthday. I did get one person bitching at me, so I guess I just won't send out my birthday gift to them this year. This year I worked a poem, tweeking it here and there to individualise it. But the opening line is...
"Youtube is Red, Facebook is blue, here are some birthday wishes from me to you." The second line is a little more personal for them. As long as they like it, and it breaks the manotony of "Hppy birthday, hope you have a great (or other adj) day" is all I look for.
]Well, I've had enough typing, and I am hungry. So I will be back in the near future. besides, you'll wanna here about the concert. Hugs,
Perry

A gay play for my bday

Well, look at that, another birthday is here. I fail to understand why people fear aging, since we all need to get there eventually. But since I am still considered youthful, my opinion on this subject isn't valid yet. A lot of people under 21 think that I'm getting long in the tooth, and I enver thought that for a minute when I was young. Seriously, get a grip.
Anyway, For my birthday, Mum and Greg took me out for a stage performance and dinner. This would be the third year in a row that I have gone to see a stage play for Midsumma but only two have been for my birthday. No matter. This one was entitled 'MotherSON' and tells the story of a Jewish mother and son as the mother comes to grips with her sons' sexuality. She works out over time the situation around her and becomes the front-runner of pride marches.
American jewish award-winning actor and writer Jeffrey Solomon plays off his comedic monologue with a lot of skill. It does go on for an hour and a bit, but with all the laughs, giggles and underlying sadness, you really do lose track of it all. The acting was excellent, considering that a lot of it is him talking to himself between two phones. The other good point is that there is a lot of self reflection for both characters to be portrayed at once, and the writing is careful enough to display that. There isn't just a sudden revbolation, it takes a lot of effort over a long period of time (several years in fact). I did give it a bit of a minus for not giving a little more umph where it needed it at serious points (which i can't say for plot-spoiling) but at the end of the day, I had an excellent time. Rating: 4.5 rainbow pflags
Dinner wasn't too bad either. I had the mild curry duck with raviolli (?) with salad and calimari on the side. It was supposed to be an entree, but was not ordered as such and therefore I got two things at once.
Mum and Greg also got me some nice blue shirts for my birthday (2 polos and a nice sweater) as well as an external harddrive. Now I can compress my DVD shelf into one place, and loaning movies means I can keep them if I like them. Mwahaha! It has a lot of memory, so it wopn't be a problem holding everything. I just need to organise them into place. Won't that be fun? Gonna have to call in an expert to help me get started.
Now, tomorrow I have a small party (about five, including myself) and I doubt a lot will happen then. Saturday is a DnD party at Livs and that will be fun. After that, I think I am done for the year. no big whoop, just friends.
I set a challenge, and boy did I ask for it. On my facebook, I have asked people ot to be dull in wishing me a happy birthday, and so far I have had some interesting replies. It is still early in the day, but I will post the best ones on a blog here with personal thanks to the people who posted/sent them. It will be intereting.
Thank you Mum and greg for a gorgious night out, I had a wonderful time. Now, a midnight snack and then bed,
Pez

Power of Deity

I present the mighty Goddess Hera, or as I know her, Aunt Hera. At the Litha festival on the weekend before Christmas, I dedicated myself to her to recieve her knowledge and understanding. She told me in turn that she and I would go great things together. She has since then been a bit of a front runner in my activities of late, and it has been a good thing.
Hera has been badly translated over the years. It is true she was depicted as the jealous step-mother of Heracles/Hercules, but she was so much more than that. She protected women and favored them in many things, but she also looked after them during childbirth and motherhood, has power of money and the home as well as looking after the self. her symbol is the peacock feather, the eye of which is the symbol to see all and observe the all, especially the weather. Combined with the Goddess, Hera had some sway over the weather in combination with her husband. Hera predates her husband and has been proven to be one of the most ancient goddesses of the world in Europe. She was simply known as the Mother at the time, and she represents all those aspects as well.
Hera and I have been working together for a little while now. It is amusing to see the results, especially when it is in a situation where I know how I would normally react. One thing I did in a private prayer and ritual was hand over my sexuality to Hera. This has been both symbolic and literal, and she ahs not disappointed in any way. While it is true my sex life has picked up dramatically these past few weeks, i am also finding that I am sensing deeper and wider in range of sexuality. She has alerted me to a few things in the progress of things, to whcih I am very thankful, but she is also testing me on a number of levels. I am not sure how many I passed, but there is one I am stuck on, and am not sure what to do. Well, actually, i do know what to do, and I should go ahead and do it.
I short, last night was a night at DT's, as Dulce Dejour was retiring as a Drag Queen, and the venue was packed right out so much that it was tough to breathe. Anyway, during the progress of the evening, I met a nice guy named Michael. He is a very good-looking guy with a nice smile, great eyes and a listening heart. Throughout the night we were talking and flirting a little, and when I bid him farewell, he told me he was married with children. This is where I SHOULD have walked away, as I am sure was the original point of the exercise, but instead I continued talking to him for a few minutes, got his number, kissed him on the cheek goodbye but then he kissed me full on the lips with tongue. Generally, I am not in the habit of kissing married/taken men, and the most they get from me is one on the cheek, but not a full on french. This also would have been a good time to walk away. But instead, I kissed him agai a few more times while we finished talking and he was rubbing himself against my leg and complimenting me. Very flattering, as it always is for anyone, but that was the point where I understood very much where he wants us to go. I feel really bad on just kissing him and if I see him again in a public place, I might be able to control myself, but I doubt that I could in private, and I am MOST DEFINATELY not getting into bed conciously with a married man. I have done it in the apst and I have suffered for it. I have gotten into bed with guys who didn't tell me until during/after, and that is even worse, as it is a fast turn off. There are consciquences for getting with married men, and I tend to ask the universe to punish them for thewir betrayal and to punish me if appropriate for both asking such a thing and for getting with them or not stopping. This time, I haven't fucked a married man, I only kissed him, and I will take the karmic slap to the back of the head for my actions. After all, infadelity leads to a misconstrusion of History, right Hera?
So, in the mean time, I will delete his number and ignore it in my call back. A cute guy and potential for sex is not worth destroying my morals. I have come a distance from the time where I might not have cared as much. And the only acception to this rule I have is if the marriage (or simply couple) is an open (and bisexual if needs be) replationship and the partner says to my face that s/he is happy for me to sleep with their partner. And before you ask, yes that has happened before today.
Now I just need to see what is next. If I end up with the two guys at the office I have an attraction to, I'll be surprised, and if I end up in a relationship, that'll be interesting too. Damned scared of a relationship, but want to go there fr the thrill of it, to explore all that. This is a fear I am ready to confront and defeat with everything I've got.
In the meantime, I also started another course online today. It is about the Priesthood of Isis and all the things tat go into that. I am looking forward to it. The tests are really far apart, so it is going to be a long time before I finish that, but it will be interesting research in the meantime. I also finished another part of my Degree with a passing mark. If you are reading jane, it is the same one I told you about.
Well, until next time, I hope I haven't dquicked anyone, and wish me luck on my last week f work. I start back my volunteer work tomorrow and I also have a class with someone. That'll be an interesting run. Talk soon,
Pezerry

Party Popers

In the past 24 hours, I have discovered there are two types of party poopers. In short, people that, either by intent or blind chance, bring yuo down like a brick in a river. And while many more come to mind, I am presently going to rant about the two I encountered.

Disorganised Hosts/esses; Seriously, I have been throwing parties for years now and I know both the importance of being organised and prepared and improvising when the memory fails. Last night, my friend Nick celebrated his 23rd Birthday at the Cassablancas in Mitcham. I generally avoid the place because I am so unwanted at the karaoke, it only needs to be said to my face. But I care a lot about Nick (Happy Birthday if you are reading sweets) and I told myself I would grit my teeth and go and make the best of the night. Ripping my toenail before I left was a good sign to the beginning of a bad night. I was happy to talk to Nick for a bit and some other people I was aquainted with, but over all I didn't know a lot of people. I put my name down four times on the pad, knowing how the system here works. Instead of organising it so everyone gets at least one song before anyone gets a second, the hostess just goes from top to bottom, and it doesn't matter who ahs how many turns, it is just easier and less calculating. This is a seriously unfair system.
Following that, the hostess had a half hour break when the venue was at its fullest. The break went for half an hour and in that time half the guests left and those who remained were half-hearted. If she had just had a fast cigarette and quickly done what needed to be done at the bar, she would have been back in 10 and the show would have been great. Futher mismanagement was presented by KNOWING the party was on and still only having one person behind the bar. She didn't geta break at all by my notes. Nick was devistated at how badly the night went and felt really bad for the people who had come so far to have fun. I'm glad the night wasn't a total waste for him in that he caught up with a lot of people and got a few gifts (I knw, my bad, but you loved it). That is one type of party pooper, a disorganised half-arsed hostess.

Clamp-minded emails Despite being tired from last night and not getting a lot of sleep (and not from lack of trying) I had a productive day at work, I caught up with a friend on the way home, my plans for some things were advanced and I have a nice dinner lined up. The last thing I wanted to read was ANOTHER ant-muslim email. I realise the situation is pecarious, in that we accept many asylum seekers on our tax money and they are treated better than our lower class citizens, but why don't you d something proactive about it rather than bitch in chainmails? Or more effectively, find another view point or be positive.
I don't have an answer to the asylum seeker problem, if I class it as that, because my mind is torn between being humane and being fair. Can't kill them, sending them back just sees them do a u-turn, having problems deporting(?) them elsewhere, so what should we do? Our present answer is not correct, because I can think of better uses for that money, but bitching about it without giving an alternative is not going to work either. The sender knows who they are, and I ask them very nicely, no more please. I am well aware of the situations of the world without having to read about them at the end of the day. I have the national news for that.

So, now that I feel a bit better about things, I am going to sign off for tonight. I have a lot happening next week, it is going to be big, and as far as my notes go, I am pretty busy right up until Sunday week, with this Sunday being the only one that will be a quiet day. Oh well, wrk and pay make many-a fun day,
Perry

Starting again

Okay. s since my last entry I have been over the top busy and the very thought of typing another damned thing was not turning me on in the slightest. But now that my Diploma is finished, the insanity of Christmas and New Calander Year headaches are out of the way, I actually have time and want to be writing again. Considering I have work tomorrow, I don't want to be on the computer as much, considering I will be in front of the computer tomorrowdoing the most monotonous work you can think of. But I digress.
The past few months have seen me get a casual yet tempory job (which ends Friday week), completion of my Diploma and the passing of the celebrational seasons. I have also been doing lots of spiritual work and have been initiated as an inheritor of the Arura Australis Temple. So with all that excitement, I haven't had a proper day off between Melbourne Cup day and Christmas weekend, and the past week has been a haze of food, drink, travel and people and I'm still putting some of it together. But in al the mix I do remember adding another ccktail to my list of tried cocktails; the Mohito (Mojito). Good drink to have if you are dieting.
And so as we begin this new year, I'd like to start with a resolution.

Following that, I suppose I better tell you about New Years. As those of you with long memories will recall, I have been assciated with the band DRIVE for a number of years now, and for New Years, the decided it was time fr them to split as a band. And I suppose after ten years of straight gigs, I'd want a break as well. So my night looked a bit like this, minus the possessed look my camera gave the guys.

And yes, they are either without pants or shirt, except Joe, who is a bit of a chicken. But his singing skill makes up for it (just, considering he snobbed me continuously). No matter, a good (and long) night was had, and fun was aplenty.
So what does this year hold for me? At this point, it holds my birthday on the 20th, potentially full time employment (need to start looking) and hopefully lots of spiritual advancements and education. My Diploma graduation is shortly after Easter and I will hopefully earn my first (and possably) second degrees in Corellian Witchcraft. So full steam ahead for the 2012, as there is much to do. good luck everyone,
Perry B