Will you look at that? We’ve come to the end of the month already!
In Japan, you know they're bad guys when they wear white with terrible eyeliner
If anyone cares much about the inspiration for this drink, it’s actually a really goth story. It’s all about a Japanese chick who gets her stabbiness on against ninjas during a something something warlord something looks like old school Japanese Marilyn Manson something something fighting against something Tokugawa Shogunate.
Having gone to Golgotha last night, it occurs to me that a lot of promoters really… well… can’t.
Promote that is.
If it got any worse, there'd be tears of blood
I’ve decided that as I endeavour to make GothClub.com.au more of a site that is of actual use to the Australian gothic community, rather than something for the amusement and blitherings of myself & select friends, that I’ll be putting up a list of clubs that are on around the country, special events, etc., and a little bit of detail on everything that I can get. I was also hoping that a few people from interstate might even consider writing reviews for their local haunts and keeping me updated with events that are happening outside of Victoria
To that end, I decided to do some serious research on the national goth scene and found something that really flabbergasted me.
So I was looking around for more fucked up religious videos for you guys to watch at 6:30am today, in your jammies, eating your Cocoa Pops, or maybe a porridge that you made with Baileys because you’re “all out of milk” and are getting amazingly drunk off the fumes emanating from the steaming goo without even realising it, because most people are unaware that the capillaries in your nose will actually absorb alcohol faster than any other method of ingestion other than an enema… but sadly couldn’t find anything.
Sadly, everything I was finding was either shit I’ve already posted or was just appallingly bad. And as we know this blog brings you nothing but quality material as you would expect of the verbose and stimulatingly intellectual conversational variety you’d expect on a night out at something like Black Widows, or maybe at the Phoenix. This frustrates me no end, because I actually do recall hours of religiously indoctrinating animated (or, if I was lucky, claymated) pap that on recollection was actually amazingly offensive, racist, or generally fucked up. The kind of stuff that would make Jesus weep… because that whiny emo only child sure as hell did a lot of weeping, and asking Roman’s to cut him because he couldn’t go through with it himself.
However, I think I did manage to find something better. Oddly enough, better came from Bing. Yeah, Microsucks’ search engine actually gave me what I was after where Google and YouTube (which is actually Google anyway) kept returning me to junk I’ve already either posted, rejected, or in about four cases actually linked me back to old posts on here. But what did I find was a fantastic, magical site where they seem to have brought to life every fantasy I have about how films should actually have ended.
If you're not seeing these after 6 or so of these drinks, you've got a strong constitution.
It started out as just a “Pink Monoke“, but the number of Ens and Ohs just kept on growing the more of them I had.
So this is the last of the Ramune based drinks from Solstone. Some of you will be shouting hooray. Others who have actually gotten hooked on the delicious nature, and the creepy fact that they fluoresce, will has a sad. What makes it worse is that supplies of Ramune will still be limited for another month or so in Melbourne, at the time I post this, due to Manifest purchasing so much of the import stock last quarter.
So, technically speaking, this should have been called a Pink Mononoke, but there’s a delightful legal complication with that that I’d rather not get into… Instead, let’s get you into one of these. Read the rest of this entry »
Sadly, everything I was finding was either shit I’ve already posted or was just appallingly bad. And as we know this blog brings you nothing but quality material as you would expect of the verbose and stimulatingly intellectual conversational variety you’d expect on a night out at something like Black Widows, or maybe at the Phoenix. This frustrates me no end, because I actually do recall hours of religiously indoctrinating animated (or, if I was lucky, claymated) pap that on recollection was actually amazingly offensive, racist, or generally fucked up. The kind of stuff that would make Jesus weep… because that whiny emo only child sure as hell did a lot of weeping, and asking Roman’s to cut him because he couldn’t go through with it himself.
