Scribbly Sparklies

So... apparently now I'm a graduate. Huh. And I managed to not pay attention to ducking the cameras enough, apparently, since the event photog got this:

Meep

I just happened to be in the line of conversation with my father. Babbles about things to do, stuff, what have you. No, I'm not off yet, yes, I'm graduated, no, I don't know, uh-huh, mmhm, yeah, mm, mm, hm. I feel like there isn't anything even vaguely resembling something like a conversation anymore.

Maybe I just grew up.

In other news, I spent several happy hours late last night with mst on skype nattering irssi internals. Some of my minor niggles may soon be fixed. *happy*

One day, on #irssi, dwu said "I'll help rewrite the settings documentation for irssi!"

A dev said "I'd appreciate that, go for it!"

Since then, dwu has spent hours trying to figure out if dcc_autorename and dcc_autoget conflict, if $timecheck could be worked into a formula (no, it doesn't need to be), and beating extended queries with dev into settings. It's not even close to done.

Well-volunteered indeed.

But it doesn't hurt to have the occasional confirmation. Apparently, while people were thinking of silly module names to submit:

01:27:01 (mst) ...
01:27:06 (dwu) what?
01:27:11 (mst) am developing bizarre urges to release perl modules with silly names
01:27:11 (dwu) what?
01:27:13 (dwu) oh.
01:27:14 (mst) like 'anatee.pm'
01:27:25 (mst) so I can run 'perl -Manatee -e "..."'
01:27:34 (dwu) *grin*
01:27:37 (dwu) I love you.
01:27:56 (dwu) anly.pm
01:28:06 (mst) angler.pm
01:28:13 (dwu) unger.pm
01:28:28 (dwu) anager.pm :D
01:28:31 (mst) onger.pm
01:28:41 (dwu) oose.pm
01:28:49 (mst) that's the one that started it
01:28:52 (dwu) Oh.
01:29:01 (mst) http://search.cpan.org/~stevan/Moose-0.38/lib/oose.pm
01:29:07 (dwu) clearly, we're perfect for each other :)
01:29:11 * mst GRINS
01:29:16 (mst) hahaha
01:29:20 (mst) jrock just suggested 'ong'
01:29:24 (mst) because then you can have
01:29:25 (mst) perl -Mong
01:29:26 (mst) -and-
01:29:28 (mst) perl -d:ong
01:29:32 (dwu) *laugh*
01:29:35 (dwu) onkey would do as well.
01:30:35 (mst) 17:29 <@mst> jrockway: dwu suggests onkey and Devel::onkey
01:30:35 (mst) 17:30 <@jrockway> Devel::wu
01:30:35 (mst) 17:30 < sproingie> Devel::wim
01:30:43 (dwu) Hahahahah
01:30:58 (dwu) <3 jrockway
01:31:37 * mst giggles
01:31:47 (dwu) I always did like jrock ^.^

Then, confirmation of love:

01:32:01 (mst) at our wedding, we should provide a tarball containing st.pm, arry.pm and Devel/wu.pm
01:32:05 (mst) then you can run
01:32:10 (mst) perl -d:wu -Marry -Mst

And:

01:35:54 (mst) matthewt@agaton:~/tmp/eee$ mkdir st
01:35:54 (mst) matthewt@agaton:~/tmp/eee$ echo '*main::nch = sub { print "dwu <3\n"; }' >st/s.pm
01:36:02 (mst) matthewt@agaton:~/tmp/eee$ perl -Mst\'s -wench
01:36:03 (mst) dwu <3

I love my man.

Two separate party-type events later, I am (a) disturbed at really, really skinny models that I met (b) slightly envious. (I mean, sure, the Industry is bringing me down, but... sometimes a girl gets to crazy thoughts) (c) slightly annoyed at my inability to tan after about four hours in the sun, sans block. Insanity!

In other news, the day was reasonable. Lounging in the semi-sunny day, loads of time in the pool, good company, all that. Cafe del Mar, however... is not entirely my choice of club. It's a wonderful place, really. Daybeds, good music, located on a beach... and then the not-terribly-attentive service, the slightly-watered-down cocktails, and... yes, slightly expensive. I don't regret having spent the day there, but I might have made better use of cash just sort of lounging about a park or something with mates.

In other news, I am apparently skipping out on two possibly social things this evening because I'm feeling stupidly blah, and have realised I don't actually feel like meeting either person anyway.

My father (that word sounds like I bear affection for the man, rethink) - my male parent (better) has spent the past week or so home; I ran into him entirely accidentally when I arrived back from London, and have basically spent the week either out of the house or locked in my room. Very teenage angst, very typical. Then again, he looks... old now.
I've not actually seen him on a regular basis for the past six or seven years - shortly before my thirteenth birthday, so about six and a half, I guess. I am not the same girl I was - not surprising at all. The things I've done, especially recently, would either get me thrashed or thrown out, I suspect - even by my mum, so I don't see how he could wrap his head around it.

• bisexual - neither of them knows, despite the fact I'm open about it to everyone else.
• tart - how the hell do I explain that?
  
• polygamous - I really don't think they'd get the idea, but they don't know anyways.
• kinked - oh, gods.
• depressed - that would come under getting thrashed, I think. It did when I was in primary school, at least.

... that was very stream-of-consciousness, wasn't it. Sodding typical.

I'm entirely too pleased. A lovely, wonderful, entirely shaggable girl from kink night on Thursday has asked me along to a party at Cafe del Mar (warning: makes noises) on Saturday. This necessitated a trek around to find a goddamn bikini. Sweet fucking christ on a rocking leather harness, I hate shopping for clothes that aren't jeans in Singapore (stupid, stupid tiny people). But victory arrived in the form of a black-and-white halter-neck top that does some interesting things for my looks. I am highly pleased and entirely too excited about this 'party' thing.

List of things required for marriage:

• Partner that I am deeply in love with - check
• Intention to have him forever - check
• Sappy proposal - check
• Free publicity - check

All we need is a venue and date now!

Which are your favorite sites for shopping online?

Tech books: Bookpool
Small items: Yahoo! Auctions Singapore
Toys: ThinkGeek
Headphones: Bluetin
Accessories: Etsy

It may just be me, and it probably is just me, or I'm just blind, but Paris Hilton (oh yes, that Paris) is actually looking attractive. The... utterly unimitable Hilton will be making another musical debut, and in a Grown-Up Musical this time instead of some random breathy album.

Now, I've watched the trailer for Repo! The Genetic Musical about twelve times. All I can actually do is gibber slightly at the thought that I actually think it will be really fucking awesome to watch. My (current; subject to change) opinion of it is that it redefines bloodlust. Blood. Lust. And as anyone who knows me more than peripherally, those two words mean quite a bit to me. Oh, and also there's a literal sex-in-bloodbath scene. The trailer is like... the club scene from The Matrix Reloaded meets Blade Runner meets Phantom of the Opera meets Sin City. Sort of. Throw in something with pale makeup and velvet and blood. And this is something about... worldwide epidemics and organ funding! Or something.

Anthony Head as serial killer-type figure? Rawr. Paris Hilton as multi-character, actually... vaguely human-looking creature in leather. I know, I know. There are those of you spitting upon this site right now. But honestly, give it one viewing. Then tell me I'm on crack for liking it. Or start doubting our collective sanity.