Brithdey

It was my birthday recently.

That was pretty exciting.

I also rediscovered my love for Swings. Man, they rock so hard.


But anyway, now I have essays to write for the next week.

(I finished the first one last night, when this refused to post! Yay!)

We knew we'd been given fair warning.

Last week, according to Last.fm, my most listened artist was apparently The Mountain Goats.

Should I take this as some kind of mysterious, obscure sign that I should buy myself a ticket to their Sydney performance in January?

Probably.

You know, discounting that one time I saw The Fuji Collective, I think I've still never actually been to a live, non-classical musical event.

In other news, my leg is hurting again. I think I'll get me to a physician tomorrow.

Hooray Delay

Damnit, I feel like I only just got back from uni, and it's already 10:30. Which might ordinarily not be too bad, but I have to go to work tomorrow, which I really can't be bothered to do. Also, my parents just got back from a month overseas, which is kinda cool, because of the whole seeing them and getting a whole lot of French chocolate thing... But then, I was starting to really enjoying the whole cooking my own meals thing, and the dancing around my house in minimal clothing, singing at the top of my lungs thing. Also, I'm just feeling a bit lousy for no immediately identifiable reason.

Oh well, according to the pattern I've detected in my recent posts on this blog, my next one will end with "Hooray!" So, here's looking forward to that!

:eltiT

On recommendation from my sister, I just started, and then finished, reading Women, by Charles Bukowski. Aaand... Well, it was, in places, confusing, frustrating, somewhat unclear, and now & then frankly disturbing. But it was also absolutely entertaining, pretty fascinating, and occasionally hilarious. Also, his straightforward prose was a very welcome break from Kant, Schelling and Hegel.

All that said, I think I enjoyed Post Office just a little more, perhaps just because I read it earlier.

In other news, my leg hurts less! Much less! Like, yesterday it was worse than ever, and now it seems pretty much fine! Probably because I haven't left the house since Friday, and I've been lying in bed and sitting on a giant rubber ball a lot.

Hooray!

Happy bruisy.

Today was an exciting day!


But in less happy news, for some reason my upper-back-thigh is hurting like crazy. Like, like insane crazy. For no apparent reason. It has been for the last 2 days, but right now, it's like... Egaaarg! Especially when I stand up after sitting for a long time, and especially especially when I try to sleep. I'm thinking I'd better go to a physiotherapist or something.

Fingers through her spinning script.

I saw It Just Stopped at Belvoir Street last night.

By and large, I think it rocked. There were a few dull moments, but also a decent number of hilarious ones. There were a few lame moments, but I think they were more than made up for, both forgiven and justified, by the phenomenal ending. Yes, it was an ending that was of or pertaining to phenomena! That's just how good it was! I really liked it.

Hooray!

I am the Nazz, with God-given ass.

I have a whole heap of work to do.

But then, Dado sent me a link to Frets On Fire.

And then I downloaded and imported the Guitar Hero songs into it.

I AM DOING NO WORK!

Building nothing.

Ah yes, birds. I believe I first discovered them with my 1987 essay, On Small Chirping Things with Wings.