So as many of you know, I’m running a NYE party called Solstone. If you like my drinks, or the amazingly revealing stuff cosplaying weirdoes wear to comic conventions (but with the added benefit of knowing their overage & drinking) you should probably come *hint hint*.

And as far as NYE parties go, it’s actually not too expensively priced. Seen the prices for Sensation? $225 + booking fee! And for what? Sweaty skanks and doped up douchebags who you’d probably hate if you could hear what they were actually saying in their ecstacy induced haze.

But I digress…

To this week’s drink, which is sorta a little not actually going to be on the menu for NYE, but certainly had a hand in deciding what was going to be! (more…)

So by now, provided you read or watch the news, you will have heard of the amazing discovery which has allowed scientists to magically (well, no, scientifically) regrow a rabbit’s penis to functionality… presumably after they hacked it off.

Yes, scientists are paid money to remove rabbits genitals… and then regrow them… presumably. I suppose if you’re a rampant feminazi, this could actually be the best job in the world. You’re paid to hack off penises, which then regrow, and can be hacked off again. Think of the possibilities when it comes to kidnap and torture to prove your point about female equality! *cough*

But I digress.

The rapid regrowth of tissue has long been a trope in cyberpunk fiction, such as Akira, when Kaneda turns into a hideous blob of organs, or even just tentacles shooting out of arm sockets. It certainly gives some validity to the “pixie dust” that some guy in vented in Florida, using pig bladder cells.

However, this all reminds me quite strongly of the opening of the Mike Judge flick, Idiocracy. This severely underrated flick starts by explaining how it is that the human race ends up in the perilous state it finds itself in a future of idiots: All the best scientific minds in the world are being paid far too much money to figure out how to regrow people’s hair and maintain erections for longer and harder, instead of people actually figuring out the major issues and allowing stupid people to continue to breed.

My point is that this penile regrowth is anti-Darwinian.

Seriously. I love my dick. I probably stroke it more than my pets. I would never put it in a situation where anything could potentially dismember it. To do so would be an amazing act of stupidity so intense that I believe I would richly deserve my removal from the gene pool and having to sit down when I use the toilet.

Letting guys get their dicks back after an accident in which they thought a household appliances would be a pleasurable experience kind of dismisses the whole point of the process of Natural Selection.

But look on the bright side, maybe dreams of rocketing tentacle penises aren’t far away. It’d certainly make Cosplay competitions more interesting.

It’s around this time of the year that people are beginning to make plans for their NYE partying.

Me, I don’t plan to go to parties. I plan the parties themselves.

If anyone’s interested, I’m organising a masquerade / cosplay night entitled Solstone.

The theme is Artefacts & Enchantments, so the thinsg people are wearing alone should be interesting. I’m hoping with the provision of booze that what they’re no longer wearing later in the evening will be more so for many attendees.

I’m not going to give a full spiel about what it is here. You can go to the site for that. But I will say why I’m putting it on (with the funding of Manifest).

Last year, I went to Euchronia and I had a fucking awesome time… but then again, I’m pretty into that sort of scene, and that kind of music. I also remembered what it was like being a social malcontent that didn’t really fit in with any of the regular crowds, and having to go to house parties that actually really sucked for NYE, except that one year where I got to see Half Moon Bay actually entirely ablaze.

Euchronia’s not happening this year. So strike one for me. No plans. Sure, I could go to one of the clubs out there and listen to the same music I listen to month in, month out, with the same people, in the same clothes, drinking the same drinks… and it’ll just be more crowded and more expensive than my usual night out. That’s strike two.

Strike three would be deciding not to do anything and host a party at home… Been there, done that, had to clean up afterwards and hazily remembered that the lack of hair on my hands and arms was actually caused by me drunkenly setting myself on fire with Bacardi 151.

No strike three this year.

So I’m putting on the most awesome cosplay event ever to grace Australia. Nerd focused, as opposed to Goth, because it allows me to put on a wider variety of acts, have a wider variety of people, and play a wider variety of music (Dr. Steel, anyone?). I can also indulge my hobby of cocktailing by having a few sake and ramune based cocktails. When that stuff is glowing under the UV lights and freaky blue LEDs, you’ll be amazed that it doesn’t eat out your stomach lining and it manages to taste that good.

I hope you’ll think about joining me there.

P.S. Cosplayers are pretty much like goths. Just becaused they’re dressed in stuff that’d make a stripper blush doesn’t mean they’re actually into you, or anything you’re into… Except perhaps the particular thing they’re dressed as. Whilst this may be a chance for you to live out your Final Fantasy X, do consider some restraint.

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