Woot

I just applied for the best job ever, and actually think I will get an interview. It feels good, since today I found out that my job is being advertised, despite my not resigning, or being fired. Yet. I imagine anyone dumb enough to work there derserves it. My boss is sick though, so that's nice. Bastard.

Saw History of Violence tonight, it was real weird. Way too much info in the sex scenes. Dunno about you, but I don't wanna see Aragorn getting cheek deep in some lady's floppy chicken bits. The violence was nice though, very well choreographed and none of that talking lots before shooting people. It helped that everyone who got theirs totally deserved it. Weirdest thing, though, was that the 'baddest' person in the whole film was this school bully, cos he was the only one who was fucking people up for the fun of it. At least the mob wanted money too. Money will make people do strange things. No money will do worse.

Uh, yeah. I have four pairs of Chucks. That's too many. I have to make that tshirt for Ian still... and posterize.

This is the first time I've written in this thing an its actually felt like a journal.

Sh.

It's so quiet now the games are over, I can hear the announcements for the last train, and the station is a good four blocks away.

You, you know who you are.

I hate you. I hoped it wouldn't happen, but the more you linger in my house, the more obvious your flaws become, and the less I can tolerate you. I told you to stay away, I told you what would happen, and you didn't listen. If you did, and ignored me, you either do not value me as a friend, or you're really a lot stupider than I thought. I will not talk to you again. You have crossed the line, and I have given you all the warnings you deserve. This is not war, this is goodbye.

Critic's Anxiety

Ak, reviewing HWO on the forum... I don't wanna sound mean, but I don't wanna lie.

"I am SO over it. Split was just bad, but this kinda just makes it worse, cos you can tell they're really trying and still not getting there. Or maybe, for them, they are, but I'm not feeling it. That said, if the kids don't love it, there's something wrong with them. It's all very nice, and stuff, and... well... okay. I gotta say it. It sounds so fucking much like Better Than Ezra I might actually cry."

Or so I thought after listen one. After the second, I posted this:


"In order to truely like this album for what it is, I would have to forget that it was Gomez, because the reasons I like them as much as I do don't hold in this album. I'm not feeling it. That said, if the kids don't love it, there's something wrong with them. It's all very nice, and stuff, and... well... okay. I gotta say it. It sounds so fucking much like Better Than Ezra I might actually cry.

Anyway, I've decided to express myself in pros and cons.

: ) Love the wailing country guitars.
: ( Where did Olly go? Do I not have my bass turned up loud enough?
: ) Nice to hear a different recording of Hamoa Beach, I always liked that song.
: ( What's with the random bit of 'Brother' thrown in there? Not all recycling is good.
: ) Notice, I'm starting to like Ian more.
: ( Too many 'sweeping melodies'.
: ) See the World will probably translate really well live.
: ( Sha la la la la? Huh? I'm sorry, is this a coming of age movie soundtrack?
: ) The beginning of the song HWO is channelling the 80s.
: ( The rest of it is not. It's kinda dull after the first bit.
: ) Hamoa Beach.
: ( girlshapedlovedrug will end up on the OC, this will be the beginning of the end.
: ) Good delivery from Tom in Woman!Man
: ( Woman!Man is not about a womanman. That was disappointing.
: ) Chasing Ghosts is gonna be a good end of the night song. That bit where you lie down and die.
: ( Tear Your Love Apart starts really well, then turns into another song in which Ben whines about a girl.
: ) Charley Patton. I think Ian should make solo albums.
: ( In general it's a bit normal/generic/safe/American.

So yeah, this is how I feel today. I'll probably change my mind after a while. I'd like to, anyway. At least it's better than Split.

I absolutely disagree with it being better than In Our Gun, by the way."




Yeah, so I reckon I'll be able to stand by that for a while.

Mmmmmmmm. DONUTS.

Disorganised Musing 01

Heeeeey. I ate too much chocolate. And no dinner. And a mango that was kind of a little bit too ripe. But there's still time for dinner, I guess. I dunno. Time is irrelevant, since I cannot be arsed cooking. Maybe Susie will make me something when she gets back.

Emma called me today and asked if she could stay with me next week, and I felt really shitty about saying no. But after Susie being here for two weeks, and Mum for those three days in the middle of that, I can't expect Tin and Claire to accept another visitor. Besides which, by Sunday I may well be craving alone time. I wish I could help her, but alas, I'm not in a position to. I wonder why she didn't find somewhere before it came to this?

Job-wise, I'm still not enjoying it, but it's not so bad right now. I really gotta get my digital folio together though, I could even be doing that now if the novelty of having a net connection wasn't still so great. Sigh. Eventually, I'll get it together and be a hot-shot. Eventually. One day.

I need a goal list again. That was good. Where did I put it? Hm...

I made a red 'x'

Ooo, photobucket and blogger talk to each other. How darling. Here's something recent. Not the most recent version of it, since I changed it to include his second show. I also think the support may be wrong, since the venue said British India, and the Gomez site says Laura Jean.

I'm a cliff-jumping rodent.

Excellent. RSI. Hurts bad... yet I'm still typing like a lemming. Ouchy. I hate that the things I love fuck me up so much. I'll end up sterile and arthritic. At least they'll have real good voice recognition type software stuff by then. I can sit in the corner and yell at the computer from behind an iron sheild. Write my award-winning novels out loud, which will cut down on the brainstorming sessions at Gloria Jeans, but will keep my wrists from that familiar crunching pain. I want that Tai Chi software from Minority Report. Fuck, while Im asking for things, why not a cup of tea?

5kg of COLD

It is later, as is to be expected, since that is the order of things. We went for a walk earlier, Susie and I, and attempted to find some magical fish that light up with fireworks every hour on the hour, but we did not find them where Pheby said they were. So, we ventured to the only place nearby to buy ice cream, and instead ended up with a five kilo bag of ice. We don't have a freezer. So, we now have a (slowly melting) five kilo bag of ice in the sink. Minus the small handful we had in our Baileys nightcap. Still ice is better for you than ice cream. Less calories.

Today will be lazy and gloriously so. Breakfast in 11 hours.

I'd like to point out that I am typing this in my bed, and that the full excellency of this being possible has not escaped me. I have not been this happy in days. Not since my parcel from Lucy in Dorking arrived. Four packets of Walkers smoky bacon flavoured crisps and Jammie Dodgers, among other treasures. (I wore the necklace the next day, It goes real well with the tshirt Tom brought back for me from NY).

I'd also like to point out the fact that Pheby does not spell her name Phoebe. Just for the record.

The first of many, maybe

Well, it's... Saturday. Me and TG and Susie from NZ are sitting in the kitchen waiting for vegetables to cook. Susie decides to express a need to do something noteworthy, and TG suggests we do today's Target. Not what she had in mind, I don't think. Alas. Anyway.

This is us attempting group prose:

This time he was dead. Last time, it was just the lingering smell of last night's pad thai in the room that had led people to believe in his demise. It was six o'clock in the evening, and I was feeling peckish. Well, peckish wasn't the proper word for it. Stark raving ravenous. With an odd leaning toward something malaysian, perhaps with a side of cheese fries. I looked out the window. It was very black. Which is odd for only six in the evening, Susie. He then realised that the tarpaulin on the roof had fallen over the window... Su, wouldn't that make it very BLUE outside...? Just a thought. You've let the veges burn haven't you? You slag.

I guess this really only works when there's beers. Ooo, I have duty free! Hmm... does Baileys go with char-grilled carrot?