Sunday 11 May 2008, 8.03pm

Lulzcondomzz.


Greetings lovers, haters, and residents of Wentzville, MO. I started a review this morning, but one thing led to another and in the afternoon I found myself in the city of Napier, at the National Aquarium of New Zealand. Had suuuuch a great time. If you're ever in Napier I definitely recommend checking it out. There was a resident crocodile believe it or not, and no I'm not talking about myself. Its name was Izzy, and she was an estuarine crocodile - the most vicious and aggressive crocs in the world, found in South East Asia and Australia. We didn't get a photo of her because I hadn't brought my camera, and at that stage James hadn't thought to use his cellphone cam. Funnily enough there were kiwis in the aquarium too, even though kiwis are flightless birds.

Just before we left the city we decided to drop by Countdown to get some shampoo, as mine had run out. An old man was at the checkout in front of us, and as we were waiting in line I took a glance at his purchases.

Durex.

Did I see what I thought I'd just seen? Durex? Condoms? I turned around to take another look and upon confirmation I said to James amidst chuckles, "Hey look, that old man's buying condomzz!!111", and for some reason totally forgetting that the old man was right in front of me. According to James, he went red and gave me evils.

Wasn't the only set of evils I received today, some commission-oriented desperado gave me death looks as I left Bond and Bond (an electronics store.) She had come up to us doing the whole "can I help you, if you need anything let me know" thing, but she was looking at James and I as if we were vermin. Sure, James was a lil' scruffy, but it's the weekend and he has every right to dress down. If you had to wear a suit and tie every day of the working week you'd probably want to look like a scruff on the weekends as well. She had no right to look at us the way she did, so as she was walking away I said "I didn't know they employed horses here", because she had a long face and a big mouth. Petty? Sure, but I've never denied that pettiness is my specialty. If people are going to disrespect me right off the bat when I don't even know them, then why should I be civil? I'm not a better person than they are no doubt, so why pretend to be mature and ignore peoples bullshit? Where's the fun in that? I hate retail people who put on airs and graces, there's no need for them to. Anyway, she was casting daggers at me as we left, that's for sure. Lawl. We went a couple of doors down to Dick Smith Electronics though, where we were treated like human beings. I love Dick - everyone who works there actually knows what the hell they're talking about, plus they're friendly. Don't get me wrong, Bond and Bond are okay I guess, although walking into a store and seeing fuckloads of washing machines etc is enough to turn anybody off.

So yeah, job interview tomorrow. LMAO! If I don't get / want the job, I'll be coming back to Palmy immediately - there's no point in hanging around otherwise, I'd rather be at home on the computer. Weekdays spent in Wellington are okay, although I never really get up to much. Usually I meet up with James during his lunch hour and then stroll over to Borders where I spend a few hours reading magazines. You'd think it was a library or something, so many people just sit there for hours reading all the mags. I don't think the staff like me very much because I stuff my face with chocolate bars throughout my reading time, and dump the wrappers on the seat as I go to leave. Borders can have its scary elements though. One time I was upstairs trying to read Victoria Beckham's auto-biography and some girl plopped down beside me and offered me a strawberry. Always partial to free food, I of course accepted, but she started acting like we were best friends and started gassbagging about politics and how 'she worked for the government' just because she was a call-centre operator at the Inland Revenue. Working for the government in a call centre position is nothing to skite about. I've worked for the government too, at the Ministry of Transport and then at the Ministry of Social Development. Big whoop. Nothing to write home about, plus I still ditched their asses. Who'd want to work for those stuffy bureaucratic fuckfaces anyway? Moral of the story - never take candy - or fruit - from strangers.

Anyway, gotta go - talk to you later!! Don't forget to behave yourselves.

Saturday May 10th 2008, 12.11 am

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There was originally a blog here, but a few minutes after I published it I realised it was a tad too personal - I've set boundaries for myself at PSGR and I have to stick to them, I don't want this turning into another Petshopgirl.TK. Maybe I should set up a separate blog site or something? Who knows.

I'll leave you with this, care of my Extreme Tracker:

Friday May 9th 2008, 12.15 am

For those about to rock...


I will stick my hairy armpit in your face...and then salute you.

I'm selling a corset on Trade Me and thus had to model it, and I photoshopped my armpits because they were slightly hairy. No no, we're not talking acres upon acres of dense bushland, we're talking about a light, feathery down that will be removed tomorrow in the shower. When I say 'photoshopped' by the way, I mean that I took ten seconds out of my super-busy time and used the clone brush to apply a line over the hairy shadow. I immediately noticed it wasn't even the same colour as the rest of my skin, but whatever - I just snickered and uploaded it anyway. Someone will probably buy it. Haha, someone's gonna get arrrmpit corset, ewwwWwwww. Don't ask why I bought a corset in the first place...one of those silly impulse buys I guess. I stupidly purchased a size 6, which I think is the equivalent of an American size zero? It fit - just - but not the comfiest by any means. If it wasn't for my boobs I'd be able to fit it for sure. I really hate those stupid, obtrusive honkers.

Ummm....I have some bad news...I was offered a job today. The whole thing sounds very fishy, but for the shit wage they're offering they are obviously desperate for some naive mug to be taken under their wing. I have an interview at 10am on Monday, so we'll see what happens in terms of whether I bother to turn up or not. If I did, by the sounds of it I'd have the job since I've sadly got a lot of experience in what is the sad little industry they're a part of. I figured I'd take it and buy a new iPod with my first pay and then leave? As usual I'll probably conduct a poll, since at 23 I am incapable of making my own decisions regarding my own life, and have to rely on my visitors who I've never even met before.

On the subject of meeting, Nellie tells me she could be coming down my way in July with a few of her university peeps. I wonder if we'll meet, and how that would be? I'm not sure if I've told you this, but I've met one other 'PSGR Person', a chick from Wellington named Kelsey. She's a member of my fanlisting! We didn't hang out for long but she was extremely cool in any case. Since everything with The Beast (see Online/Offline article, Scribbles section) happened a few years ago now, I think I'm ready to meet online peeps again.....omg....I've just seen a daddy long legs spider near me....up on the roof just above my head...these are the only spiders I am scared of!!! Oh god....*shivers*...

BRB. I'm either going to have to fly spray it and wait till it drops down and then boot it with a shoe, or stand on the table and reach up to smush it with said shoe. SO scared right now....I know you guys are laughing at me but we all have our fears, and this is mine....

Great. Just great. I sprayed it with fly spray and it dropped down and I can't find it. I'm shivering and shuddering as if I were a spiritual nutcase attempting to vanquish a demon. Actually, vanquishing demons would be a breeze, I'm sure of it. A walk in the park compared to Spider vs Lazy Webpage Reviewer: The Confrontation. I discovered, I attempted to conquer, and he got away. HE GOT AWAY.

(He got away.)

PS: Just confirming the fact that you realise my armpits are not grossly hairy, and that I'll hopefully be on tomorrow with either a new review or another assortment of moronic ramblings. I'm off to bed now, to read Babysitters Club Super Mystery #1: Babysitters' Haunted Mansion. Just for nostalgia's sake, of course. (Of course.) I used to be a die-hard BSC fan when I was 12, but I stopped reading them once that awful new babysitter (Abby) was introduced. It all went downhill after she was written in, that's for sure.

Wednesday May 7th 2008, 11.47 pm

Teh Updatez.


These updates are minor and probably won't interest you to a great extent, but:

  • I've added some new songs to Design Your Own PSGR Playlist, including a new section - pop! I was surprised to find I hadn't originally included this genre...I guess I was too busy focussing on credible genres only. Just kidding - pop's all right in small doses.

  • Added a trench coat to PSG: Fashionably. I purchased it yesterday. It's not a long trench, no way. Sadly, I cannot wear those due to looking like a Matrix inspired walking dwarf or whatever. When you're short, long trench coats should be avoided at all costs! If you're short and wear trenches and you disagree, then kudos - you might be able to pull off a long trench but I sure as hell can't.

    I haven't bought from an actual 'real life' store in ages - more of a variety to be found online I think! Who else feels uncomfortable in changing rooms? I go in there, try on something, notice it looks like shit, and while I'm taking it off in disgust there'll be a sales girl banging the door down wanting to know how it looks. I'll be like "Ummm, great....", when really it's "fuck off, it looks like shit and now I just wanna get out of here". One time I tried on a dress, noticed it was hanging off me like a tent (despite it being small, must've been a bad cut or something) and quickly stepped out of the changing room to show James, and the sales girl sprinted over trying to have a look, and I quickly went back in the changing room and slammed the door in her face before she could see. Yeah well.

  • Thirdly, the Top Fives page is now a list of top tens. Oh, thrills man, thrills.

    Tuesday May 6th 2008, 12.09am

    PSGR 4 Wentzville, Missouri


    Just a quickie - I've removed several sites from the queue because the URLs no longer exist / the sites have closed.

    Yup.

    Struggling to think of something interesting to make up for the boring crap above...

    Oh yeah - I'd like to say a random "HI!" to the Opera user from Wentzville Missouri who I've noticed visiting my site at least 15 times a day. I have no idea who you are, but you'd better believe that I love you. Seriously, my Extreme Tracker isn't the same unless I see your IP every time I refresh it!

    PS - Just refreshed it again, and there you are babe! I've always craved a reliable lover.

    Sunday May 4th 2008

    Give joy to your beloved woman


    Many people have asked me what my secret is when it comes to pleasing my woman in the bedroom. What makes my love cannon constantly tick, and why does it continuously keep ticking for considerable lengths of time before finally erupting...erupting like a volcano of desire, with lava flowing down between my woman's river banks of lust?

    Bah, enough of that. You can always read literotica at 'those' kind of sites, plus I've always struggled when it comes to fiction.

    Every few weeks I log into my Gmail account to delete the neverending influx of spam that fuckin' takes up shop in my spam folder. Stupid spam bots, I don't have a cock and I never will. Do they send me this shit because it's got around that I wish I'd been born male? What, do they think I'm a Peter Peter Penis Eater?

    Gotta give a medal in the PenisLympics to the authors of the following subject lines:

  • Lots of men tell me I'm their idol
  • Try, it is pleasant to you
  • Love tool deserving of a titan!
  • No limit itself in their desires (say what?)
  • Secrets to great bed times
  • Make women crave for it!
  • The best way to strip a woman
  • Good lovemaking is not a miracle
  • Never feel ashamed of yourself again
  • Hidden shop for mans (LOL, mans!)
  • Enlarge your male instrument size
  • Amplify the power of your manhood
  • Huge love gun is pleasant to pull out
  • Enlarge your aggregate length
  • Your girl loves big cucumber
  • Rhiannon, your wife will love enormous instrument

    Maaan.....so many people want to help me with my PSGR Cucumber. It's so small and pathetic that I can't see or feel it at all! Oh wait...what's that...ohhh, never mind....

    Sunday May 4th 2008

    LOL Jake: A followup


    Mmm, the lame ass dramuh I've been craving has finally arrived! I can only thank Jake a million times over for initiating it in the first place. Unlike some, I don't tend to go around looking for drama, (not anymore, anyway :P ) but I'm always willing to retaliate and defend myself when people try and start shit with me. After all, that's what Jake did. It's just a pity that he so obviously cannot handle the heat.

    Before I start though...

    I love people who yell at me and are to afraid to link to their own sites. Honestly, what the hell is their problems? And since when was petshop girl worshiped by the pathetic underclass masses? =)

    It's called flaming. When you start shit with someone, drama-crazed peeps will come to your site, and some might even send some choice comments your way. Anonymous comments are pretty much standard when it comes to e-drama - most of the time it's people who don't have the balls to leave their real details, however a small fraction of them mightn't actually have URLS. I know there are quite a few people who come to PSGR who don't have a site of their own.

    Secondly...what's with the worshipping shit? So random.

    Hmm... Is there something wrong with being NICE to someone? And I don't remember "submitting my website for review." So who the hell does she fucking think she is? And honestly, what I said to Angela at Shorelight was MY OWN OPINION, it had nothing to do with my current blog layout. And for you information, the band on the splash page is ARMOR FOR SLEEP. Not "four guys." Kthanks bitch. By the way, I understand why you're such a bitch. Honestly, I don't think it's your fault. I've seen it before: The kind of people who go around flaming everyone being as mean as possible, thinking it will hurt everyone's feelings and make you feel better about your own, selfish life. But seriously... could you be anymore unoriginal?

    Eh? What does being nice to someone have to do with anything? I realise that you're feeling pretty fucking stupid right now since Angela herself actually liked her review, and you assumed she wouldn't so you launched into some massive PSGR dissfest to make her feel better. It's okay to feel the shame that I know you so deeply feel.

    LOL, I fucking love you because you've just made my day by revealing that you think a few lines of criticism constitutes a site review. I did not review your site, I merely pwned it. Apart from one unrequested review that can be found in my "Scribbles" section, I only write requested reviews and those reviews consist of a lot more than a few measly lines. Once again - I did not review you, and guess what - you don't even have to ask someone to review you. Although I personally don't, a fuckload of other people write unrequested reviews and they have every right to do so. To expect someone to give you feedback only when you've asked for it only shows your complete and utter n00binezz.

    I know that what you said at Shorelight was your own opinion, hence my saying so in my previous blog.

    And for you information, the band on the splash page is ARMOR FOR SLEEP. Not "four guys."

    LOLOLOLOLOL....I said "The aforementioned splash page contains a celebrity image of four guys" because there were....ummmm....four guys. If I thought the band name was Four Guys I would have used appropriate capitalisation.

    By the way, I understand why you're such a bitch. Honestly, I don't think it's your fault. I've seen it before: The kind of people who go around flaming everyone being as mean as possible, thinking it will hurt everyone's feelings and make you feel better about your own, selfish life.

    Oh Jake. I'm crying as I type this. Finally, FINALLY someone has seen through the tough, teflon-coated veneer and realised I am but a pathetic, vulnerable human being, shallow and superficial. O, thy Jaketh hath revealeth thine true self! Praise you! Praise you! Are you Jesus by the way? Because you'd better believe I see you as my saviour.

    I'm not sure if you're trying to insult me by calling me a bitch, but you're not exactly telling me something I'm not already aware of and it doesn't hurt me in the slightest. I proudly stand by my universal recognition of being a bitch. I'd rather risk being labelled a bitch because I like to be straight up and honest than to be seen as some boring ass kisser who sugarcoats and lies their way through reviews. If you honestly think I purposefully bash the shit out of people for kicks then you clearly have no idea how this WPR operates. I suggest you read the "Info" and "Submit" pages before you make generalisations about my attitude towards reviewees. I also encourage you to arrange your words more carefully next time before you make colourful comments about another site. What, did you think I'd ignore your shit? You must be joking.

    You can't expect to slag off someone's site and then throw a shit fit when the webmaster returns the favour. If you can't handle the fire, you shouldn't have started the flame.

    Love ya!

    Saturday May 3rd 2008

    LOL Jake


    I've been receiving a few comments from various people lately about a supposed change in attitude I've had. Many people think I've been softening up in my old age (so shameful) and I've rarely been displaying my well known immaturity, bitchiness and hypocrisy. Maybe this is the reason why I've been getting a modest 150-170 daily unique hits of late, instead of the good old 200-300 from the days of yore. Not sure if the person who said the following would appreciate being linked to the comment, so I'll not bother, but what do you think of this:

    I just read your latest review, geee you're really being generous with rating websites! The latest two websites you reviewed I thought should only deserve two or three stars. You're becoming less like Simon Cowell and more like uhmm Sharon Osborne. Whats happening to mean old Rhiannon everybody hated lmao.

    Some may argue I was paying homage to the mean old Rhiannon in my latest review of Angela's site, Shorelight.Org.

    As usual though, in my opinion I just thought I was being my usual blunt and honest self, and obviously Angela herself thought the same when she emailed me -

    You very recently reviewed my site (http://www.petshopgirlsreviews.com/2008/angela.php) and I sincerely want to thank you for the constructive criticism. I don't know how "fresh" (is that the right word?) it is to read someone's opinion on the bad points of my site. The people I usually talk to are great people, but they always say that my content is perfect or to update more. It goes without saying that they're not helpful at all.

    Angela is obviously mature enough to realise that despite how it may have sometimes seemed, I was not unleashing some kind of hateful attack on her. I mean well in every single review I write. I've had the shit blasted out of me myself and more often that not it's made me realise many things that no one else has bothered to tell me. Often, this is the very reason why so many people submit to PSGR, because they want an HONEST opinion and are prepared to receive some hardcore criticism. If people had a problem with this then my queue would be a pathetic, dust-ridden ghost town. People should know what to expect when they submit.

    So, I did not have a single problem with Angela as a person AT ALL, and Angela did not have a problem with my review of her site. Therefore I was somewhat surprised to see this comment left at her site, from Jake.

    Hola =) Wow, Petshopgirl came down on you hard. She needs to get over it, because your site is 100x better then hers, anyways. AND you're revamping, meanwhile! =D Good luck on the revamp!

    First of all, loser, MY NAME IS NOT FUCKING PETSHOPGIRL. I'm insulted that you think I'd go under such a deadbeat, loserish pseudonym. The word "Petshopgirl" is part of my unoriginal site title and that is all. I am an unoriginal fuck who could not think of a decent site name so I took the name of my favourite band, Pet Shop Boys, and changed "Boys" to "Girls". Oh well, your site URL is shittier than mine anyway, so why should I even bother explaining myself. My name is Rhiannon, but I guess the fact that it contains more than one fucking syllable is enough to throw certain people so they resort to calling me "Petshopgirl" instead.

    The fact that Jake thinks Shorelight is better than PSGR is his own opinion and whether I agree or disagree does not come into it. The loser is entitled to his own opinion, however valid or invalid it may be.

    Also, what is it exactly that I need to get over, fuckwit? Get over the fact that Angela submitted her site because she wanted to receive an honest opinion; an opinion that she accepted as such, realising it was not a personal attack in any way?

    Upon visiting Jake's site I am greeted with a pointless splash page and a lengthy bunch of words at the top of my browser window: HIDE{BEHIND}THAT/REDLIPSTICK/OF [YOURS]- - - - - brokenbones I can almost smell the teen angst from here. I can almost see the overkill of black eyeliner. I can almost see the James Blunt-esque suit jacket teamed with jeans getup. Cue vomit. 99.9% of the human population mock James Blunt for a reason.

    The aforementioned splash page contains a celebrity image of four guys, who are quite possibly some of the most unattractive guys I've ever seen in my life. Underneath this illegally obtained celebrity image that lyke, ttly defies copyright lawz, there are two links - "Thing1" and "Thing2". One leads to coming soon page, stating that there was a layout up but it "stunk". The "Thing2" link led to an incoherent, poorly constructed blog that was extremely difficult to read on account of the miniscule font size and lack of line height. The layout is adorned with pointy breasted 1950's playgirls, and the entire fucking thing took over five minutes to load on my dialup modem. Most sites take less than 30 seconds. If you think my site is a gigantic bucket of maggot infested, twenty year old horse poo, then take a look at your own, bebe.

    Saturday May 3rd 2008

    I'm every nightmare you've ever had. I'm your worst dream come true.


    Pennywise, aka It There's nothing to be ashamed of if you admit to having a fear of clowns. In fact, I don't think I've ever come across anyone who has actually liked them! For the last couple of weeks James and I have been getting out horror movies for the weekend, with a five for $10 deal at the nearest video shop. Out of the five chosen last time, James chose two - Severed and Alone in the Dark. The latter was pretty much the worst horror I've ever seen in my life, (apart from The Boogeyman ) but then again when I found out Tara Reid starred in it, I'd already made up my mind that it'd be C-grade shite. The three I chose were Children of the Corn, The Woods, and It. I've watched many a movie in the horror genre but none of them have managed to shake me up as much as It did, and it's because I've always hated clowns in the first place. Practically every time I've seen a clown in real life I usually think "rapist/kiddy fiddler" anyway, but It was scary in a different way - his appearance alone freaked the shit out of me, especially when he bared his fangs. For the first time ever a horror movie has succeeded in scaring me shitless.

    Who here is familiar with the Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th movies? Who is your favourite out of Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees? Maybe I should finally make another site poll (see the sidebar) and ask you guys. One mindless question down, nine to go!

    I've been getting into some new music genres lately, including...delta blues. Namely a lot of the 1931 recordings from Skip James. Can you believe it? The Devil Got My Woman features heavily in the cult classic movie Ghost World, because this is the song that the character Enid (Thora Birch) plays over and over again. I've pretty much been doing the same thing. I'm not sure what it is exactly that draws me to the song, perhaps the fact that it was recorded eons ago (1931) and the fact that his voice in this particular tune sounds so...haunting. I know I've got an eclectic taste in music, but I never imagined I'd start appreciating old skool rhythm and blues. Some other songs I've had on repeat lately include:

  • Naxalite, Fortress Europe - Asian Dub Foundation
  • Happy Hour - Felix Da Housecat
  • If I Can't Dance, China Heart, Catch You - Sophie Ellis Bextor
  • You Don't Own Me - Lesley Gore
  • As The Tables Turn - CKY
  • Hand of Blood - Bullet For My Valentine

    I know that I'll probably end up hating these songs since I'm listening to them all the goddamn time. Talk about a sad existence.

    I was about to sign off just now but then I remembered I haven't told you about my latest cemetery escapades. If you're mature-minded you'll probably want to skip this part, but I saw a grave of a lady who's name was Gay Hawes. Also a few weeks ago at the Karori cemetery I saw a grave for a "Sgt Pepper" (Beatles fans will realise the significance here) and another MASSIVE grave with "Hoare" in huge letters at the top. This reminds me of last year in the Kaiapoi cemetery when I saw a grave for "Willie Holder" (I took a pic of this, should be in the May / June / July / August blog archives) and one from Karori cemetery, of "Fanny Packer", or maybe it was "Fanny Handler". Damn, some people have the worst luck...

    PS - I'll be around more frequently for the time being, so no more of this "only blogging on weekends" crap. Anyone feel like a new Webmasters Behaving Badly? I've been so out of touch lately....

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