Turning Twenty-Five

When you're in your teens and first starting out with your hormones kicking in and learning about painful crushes and having your parents and education system dupe you into thinking your future's gonna be a shiny, platinum-paved highway where opportunities are endless and you'll never have to doubt what's your next move's gonna be, you're probably not gonna like someone telling you that all these illusions will one day go down the way of Santa and the tooth fairy.

We're a quarter century old this year, and though we acknowledge that's pretty darned young by anyone's standards, we're just not that young anymore. Responsibilities start kicking in and suddenly the meaning of consequences makes itself known to you. In short, it sucks.

Isn't it funny how at 15 the world seems brimming with infinite possibilities but there are so many things you can't do, you have to wait till you're older, etc., then you're 18 and for 2 or 3 glorious years it seems you're doing all the stuff you wanted to do without payback, then you get past that and the world clamps down on you again, only this time you're expected to be adult about it.

Are we where we wanna be at this point in our lives? Well, Tiff's got a high-paying job which she's about to say adios to because she hates it. Toni, on the other hand, is swimming in a quagmire of endless responsibilities but well on her way of getting to do the stuff she really wants to do. The answer? We don't know. Do you?

Totally Truly,

Toni and Tiffani

300 - a totally irreverent recap

So Tiff dragged Toni to watch 300 yesterday at a midnight screening because Toni didn't feel up for clubbing. Now this has to be noted as a blood moon event, literally and figuratively, as it is a rare occasion indeed where Toni (aka The Kissing Bandit) didn't want to shake her booty or moon strangers.

A little background about 300: Adapted from a video game, which explains the gorgeous if very improbable sets, the movie is set in ancient Greece where the tiny kingdom of Sparta defended the realm of Greece against the invading Persians with a mere 300 men. Every man in that battle died, but not without kicking some serious Persian ass in the process. This eggs the rest of Greece on in a sort of "anything-you-can-do-I-can-do-better" game; not willing to be outdone by 300 bodybuilders, thereby ensuring even more Persian ass-kicking in the process and which explains why their only recognisable legacy today consists of a rapidly-declining carpet industry (this is hard for Toni to accept, but she has soberly accepted it as a sign of modernisation).

So after drinkies@Archi we set about securing tickets for the show, which Toni promised Tiff she'd love and love, she did. Here's why:

1. Scores and scores of stills with an army of six-packers with faces attached (being unabashedly heterosexual this caused quite a flurry of activity as Tiff found it increasingly hard to keep still as the movie went on).

2. Pile on the gratituous violence, we say. We loved its highly improbable fight scenes and the fact that Gerald Butler (last seen as possibly the best-looking but suckiest-sounding Phantom of the Opera ever) as King Leonidas of the Spartans makes Mr Gladiator Man himself look like a mewling pussy.

3. Cheesy dialogue and even-cheesier love scenes veering on soft-core porn (hey, gotta applaud the movie for not forgetting its core audience) had us hooting with glee and derision.

Did the rest of the audience find it as hilariously entertaining as we did? Apparently not - Tiff was appalled to find that the girl seated next to her actually had the sniffles towards the end when the inevitable slaughter of the Spartan army occurred. Poignant, maybe. But call us sceptics - using enough arrows to blot out the SUN to kill a man, albeit a king, seems a little like overkill (pun fully intended).

The Big Bang

...and with as much fanfare as all our imaginary friends can drum up, our little site is born.

A little information about us:- we're twins, born exactly thirteen minutes and thirty-three seconds apart. Toni's the older one, and she got all the boob genes. She's a carpet-muncher through and through, and a little ashamed of her younger sister who's an unabashed cocksucker. In fact, the entire family's a little embarassed about Tiffani, as things stand, but more on that later. Once being able to hide behind the veneer of a conservatively respectable career for her deviant sexual inclinations, she's now contemplating a major lifechanging foray into the creative industry whereby such tendencies gently tut-tutted at at best, and heavily frowned upon at worst. Toni, on the other hand, has no such problems, veering towards mainstream inclinations and already an old hand at the industry. However, her quest for true love continues, for though every woman appreciates a clean carpet, not many are worth the trouble.

We decided to create this site not only in hope that it will help us give vent to our artistic inclinations without getting arrested and provide some form of archive for all our sordid stories, but also as a thinly-veiled attempt at getting sponsorship so that we can sit back and watch the moolah come flooding in without having to do any actual work. So let us know how much you love us and we'll love you back, no strings attached (more on our conceptualisation of the site later.....).

Much of our weekly brainfart sessions take place at Archipelago Brewery, a niche microbrewery which we like for its understated classiness, affordable if slightly pretentious beers and tolerable noise levels. Why Archi, you ask? Because alcohol brings out the best in us, silly!

With lots of TLC (Tender Loving Carpetmunching/Cocksucking),

xoxoxoxo

Toni and Tiffani

testing

how much wood can a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.