Abandon all hope ye who enter here.
That’s Dante. Yeah, I read stuff.
This blog contains the self-indulgent over-shares of an infuriatingly sarcastic, obnoxiously ironic, sometimes endearingly candid, pop-culture tragic, Elder-Millennial.
I’m a massive tv, art and fashion nerd who loves memes. Y’know, real hot girl shit.
Pictured, both of my personalities.
Why a blog, girl?
Honestly? It’s really noisy in my head. I have a lot of opinions. I love to share memes. I love to talk. I am terrible at it but I really like to write. I’m an unsolicited over-sharer, and I text my long-suffering friends and partners A LOT.
SO I figured why not with the fun and therapeutic outlet for my brain-noise, which may or may not help me keep friends and stop me from accidentally scaring off potential dating-app lovers.
What else do you do?
I have worked in so many fields it’s ridiculous.
I love to talk about myself so this should be fun:
I ran a night-club with my amazing ex-fiancee (which he owned, and says ‘we owned’ but I just helped)
I’m a DJ who occasionally runs events
when I have time I do Regenerative Bush-Work (restoring native bushland here in Australia - I get to use machetes AND do actual good for the planet, win-win)
I’ve art-directed fashion shows for Melbourne International Fashion Festival 3 times
I created and managed an AirBnB for my dad
I’m a hyper-realist oil-painter
I love the absolute shit out of my pets and am really into animal rights. Don’t buy brachycephalic animals, it’s cruel.
I fucking LOVE to travel and work remotely
Most importantly I guess I work day-to-day as an illustrator and graphic designer. I love my job. Genuinely. and you can look at my stuff here:
One of my paintings, ‘Chopper’ 2010 with its subject (RIP little man)
Why subscribe?
Like, I wouldn’t. Unless you really like pop-culture, sex-stuff, TERRIBLE GRAMMAR, sad shit, excessive swearing and being insulted occasionally. In that case, go nuts.
If you do subscribe then apparently you’ll get emailed my posts. And THEN when I eventually go viral you’ll be asked to pay for them. So… you’ll wanna know when that’s gonna happen, right?
WTF does ennui mean?
Ennui is my favourite word in the English language. Which is fun because it’s a French-loan word. Because users of the Romantic Languages are amazing at naming things that the English can’t articulate.
And the definition? Um, can’t you use Google? Ugh. Ok, I’ll do the work for you:
Ennui
/ɒnˈwiː/
noun
a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement.
"he succumbed to ennui and despair"
I love it because I feel a strong sense of ennui lot of the time. It’s part of why I write.
I first read/heard the word in the amazing Edward Gorey children’s book The Gashlycrumb Tinies (1963). Poor Neville is pictured above.
From Goodreads:
The Gashlycrumb Tinies: or, After the Outing is an abecedarian book written by Edward Gorey that was first published in 1963. Gorey tells the tale of 26 children (each representing a letter of the alphabet) and their untimely deaths in rhyming dactylic couplets, accompanied by the author's distinctive black and white illustrations. It is one of Edward Gorey's best-known books, and is the most notorious amongst his roughly half-dozen mock alphabets.
It has been described as a "sarcastic rebellion against a view of childhood that is sunny, idyllic, and instructive". The morbid humor of the book comes in part from the mundane ways in which children die, such as falling down the stairs or choking on a peach. Far from illustrating the dramatic and fantastical childhood nightmares, these scenarios instead poke fun at the banal paranoias that come as a part of parenting.
Sarcasm. Morbidity. Children dying. Banal paranoias. Chef’s kiss.
A final warning
If you don’t enjoy requiring to have stuff like this explained to you, then this probably won’t work out. Obscure pop-culture references and being oblique are kinda my thing… it’s THE thing for this blog. I’m also a total cunt, so there’s that.
Love ya! x
