| A thought |
[08.19.08_2.00] |
It occurred to me today that some of us live the lives we do, because it's what we have coming to us. No more, no less, no reasonable explanation.
And when I think about all of this, everything, the sum total of my experiences with life to date.. I guess it makes sense, to me at least.
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[08.19.07_15.35] |
I was tagged by JD. If you can read this, presumably you can see his LJ, so eh, whatever for linkage. Too lazy.
Here are the rules...people who are tagged need to write in their own blog 7 random/interesting facts about themselves, along with these rules. Then, tag 7 people to do the same!
1. I have never met, seen or spoken to my father. He owns a large marine maintenance business in Bahrain that works with Bahrain Petrolium Co. Almost everything I know about him I've learnt by tracking him down over the internet, and I intend to meet him someday, whether he wants to or not.
2. I do not know which capital city goes in which State in Australia, and often get confused as to which state is which. I also don't know the order of the months in the year after April, and have been known to forget my own birthday.
3. I prefer the name my mother was going to give me, Tobias, to my actual name.
4. I have a lot of stories, mostly random. Some of them are so random, that if it weren't for the fact that people are usually there with me to witness them, even I'd be inclined to call bullshit. On average, I gain one random story resulting from going out somewhere per week.
5. I'm somewhat empathic. Miserable people make me miserable, angry people make me angry. A lot of people tend to confide in me, and it sometimes creates a transfer effect - they feel better for having gotten it off their chest, I feel terrible because I feel the way they did. I've never told anyone I couldn't listen to or help them because of this.
6. Despite having had numerous happenings that would normally bring on some kind of psychiatric assessment or care, I have never been prescribed any kind of psychiatric medication, nor have I been to more than the one session with a therapist when I went semi-crazy at age 8.
7. I can't click my fingers, but I can clap with one hand. (Erisian style, for any Discordians out there)
No tags. Pretty much everyone I know who would be bothered answering one of these has already been tagged.
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| I have found my paradigm |
[08.8.07_23.14] |
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Global Orgasm ftw!
I think this is my kind of event. Quintessentially... moist. Heh.
The science behind this is actually pretty interesting, some scientists at Princeton University are trying to measure the general randomness of the planet. The idea is, that if as many people as possible have an orgasm at the same time on the same day while thinking of peace, that we might be able to make a measurable impact on the general state of the world and it's randomness.
I'll probably post again about this later, but... who's interested? :D
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[05.9.07_2.09] |
I listen to the words he'd say
but in his voice I heard decay
the plastic face fails to portray
all the insides left cold and grey
there is a place that still remains
it eats the fear, it eats the pain
the sweetest price you'll have to pay
the day the whole world went away
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| An email... |
[04.22.07_20.32] |
I checked my gmail today, and had a look in my Spam folder. This particular email stood out.
Nastia - barry@decaturdaily.com
to Maik
show details
Apr 21 (2 days ago)
Aloha, dear
I am writing to you this letter to say that I want very much to meet
you in real life and to get acquinted with you.
But it is impossible at present day that is why let's start from romantic
letters to each other.
I do this first step because i don't want to miss a chance to loose
acquintance with such man like you.
Tell me, please, what is this life without love? it is dull, unbearable and
useless. You live, but you don't know why; you work, but don't know the
sense of it; you come at home, but you don't feel comfort and cold bed
makes you feel disgust... do you have the same unpleasant feelings and
need love in your life as I need?
The whole life is wating for me and you in future. But it is died if you are
alone and you can't share a new day with beloved person. Do you agree
with me?
If I don't give love, if I can't share passion and romantic feelings with
beloved, I feel that I am dying every moment, every hour, every day.
Don't let me die at all, write me, please, and just say 'hello, a stranger
beauty from Ukraine! yes, i want to get acquinted with you too!" and after
it, let me do the next step and you will see that I will change your life
and wave you in the cradle of my love.
I close this letter now, but i am waiting for your reply, Dear Stranger whom
I liked and I hope that you will like me too
http://loveandonly.com/flirting
Bye
Stazy
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All I want to know is... if "Nastia" is "Stazy", and she wants to get it on with me...
Why "barry" in the email address?
Yeesh Spam people. Put some effort into.
Also, I went to Reload, it was ok, played my first 5 games of Q3 ever and didn't do so well, but tis ok because I'm a bit of an FPS nub. Played UT2004, which our whole team got pretty pwned at, and then some Starcraft, which was pretty h4x.
I'm a protoss player, but I went zerg and did a pretty good job of swarmage, with our team emerging victorious at the end of a coolio retro gaming fest... which makes me want to play more of it.
Also, I played a few rounds of Gish against Alice, which was ftw :P GOGO squigy gray/gish things!
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| Weeeird |
[04.6.07_0.11] |
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Is what today was.
You see, today a lot of things happened.
My boss got a pap smear and decided to tell me all about it (*shudder*).
Nezz and I got our bentos! They're awesome japanesey lunchboxes, and are portion-sized to the omega of mini...
..which is why I put a 600ml bottle of red creaming soda into the drink holder.
Now see, Good Friday is a public holiday.
I understand this all well and good, and I understand that the generic populace of the greater bunbury and busselton regions are little more than masculine or feminine puppet-powered douchebags with the driving finesse of an ADHD cokehead 15 year old in a dodgem car. But what I saw today, there's like no excuse for.
Who in their right fucking mind arbitrarily decides to switch lanes while traffic is stopped and makes - yes I'm not kidding - the lane switch WHILE WE ARE ALL STILL STATIONARY? Like wtf sir, you are dyslexic at life!
And let's not start on our happy hai hai asian friend, who stopped in the "Oh hey I'm turning off" lane to screw around with her canoe, and then looked pissed off that I would dare to want to use a side-access road to get into the carpark rather than pull out onto the congested highway from a point at which it's illegal to return to it, on a double demerit weekend?
WTF!
So yes, back to the bottle.
I interrupted Dom's class, which was bad enough, but 10mins later I'd forgotten all about how anal bunno/busso drivers get and how much extra usage my brakes get around them, and thus didn't think before opening the red creaming soda.
Normally cool-drink makes this refreshing "schwwwppbbtt" sound when you open it, indicative that all is well in the balance of the drink. Mine however, went more like "ffffppptSIF!" with the SIF! being the sound of erupting red carbonated stickyness happening everywhere.
At least Dom wasn't pissed at the interruption, there was maybe a 1-2min period of silence while everyone took in the way I, along with my desk and floorspace, had just been spray-painted red. It's not easy to come to terms with, let me tell you.
Right before the holidays is always when it gets this messed up :P
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| Take Names Later.... |
[04.4.07_17.14] |
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....because non-conventionalism is kicking ass here people!
I'm now working with my old friend Ashleigh (and her omnipresent D-cups) in the office, which is random as hell with the way things work... I'm the computer-oriented guy, but the director wants her to make a website and a database to track all of the martial arts stuff we handle.
I'm the dude and she's the one who has to drill holes in the wall and hammer in screws for photo-frames (not being sexist here, but wth, this is the first time I've seen a pretty girl get made to do any manual work when a guy's been available)... and since she's been there we've started having random things like 2.5 hour coffee breaks to bitch about the boss's boyfriend, or an hour dedicated to listening to the joys of pap smears, or trading of stories about buying lube.
But today... ooof, today tops the lot.
That's because, ladies and genteeelmen, I got paid to watch porn that my boss put on. Yes, I'm not kidding (or lying), today my boss brought her laptop in from home and decided to clue me in on "squirter" porn. It was the strangest half-hour ever, the three of us all huddled around the laptop watching magical things happening, giving the occaisional sneaky glance to make sure nobody was going to walk in the door.
Suddenly I've had a gleaming insight into how much fun adultshop employees must have while bored at work, and I've got say, it seems pretty coo. In fact, it even tops the way we barely do any work regularly.
How in the hell do I wind up in these interesting places? :P
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| Sif :\ |
[03.14.07_10.21] |
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So I woke up at around 7:40 this morning, thinking "ah cool, I'm not sick at all", having spent all of last night feeling tired/lethargic/weak.
It's almost 10:30 now, and I spent almost that entire time struggling to find the energy to move to the inside of the house. WTF?
This is total bloody bollocks. My parents are coming home today, and my primary means of escape, going places, is borked. I haven't even called work yet, though I made a half-hearted attempt to message my boss.
Sif get sick for programming day :(
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| Brainrape! |
[03.12.07_13.28] |
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I keep watching these two youtube videos:
Charlie The Unicorn
spongebab
Over and over again. Sometimes simultaneously.
My brain feels like it's being beaten to death by scented elvis patterned shoelaces to the soundtrack of Kill Bill with an audience full of midgets that can't see over the seat in front of them. It's total fscking brainrape, omg!
Try it for yourself. Let yourself officially feel borked.
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| The Inexplicable Cycle of Things |
[02.23.07_2.02] |
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Heh... randomness.
There's a trip to Albany I won't tell, and I mention here only because I would think it shameful that something so important be omitted, even if it's only briefly mentioned.
Took Dan out to see Snowman tonight, along with Nezz who joined us a little later. They had a support act called the Sex Panthers or something, which I don't think is fit for background noise let alone gigging. Sex Panthers screwed their set up right from the start by leaving something crucial behind, not tuning their guitars, not bothering to do a soundcheck (which would've alerted them to the fact that their second mic was dead as a dodo) and then getting roaring drunk. This coupled with the fact that none of them can sing and the only person who could play their instrument with any degree of finesse was the drummer left them with little more than an opportunity to show us how far delusions of adequacy can really be taken.
Snowman on the other hand, were insane. From the moment they began playing the air in the room started feeling thick and forceful, and it was great to be exposed to that again. The guys were really happy to see us again, though Andy had to apologise because his throat was a bit sore and so they couldn't play viva la fever for us... he made up for it by selling us Dan's copy of the album for $20 instead of $25 like everyone else. The other guys were pretty much the same, with Olga being the most talkative.
The real fun began when we walked outside and found a wallet on the ground. I found a mobile phone number in the wallet and called it, and got the drunk aboriginal owner of said wallet on the phone. He didn't speak the first time, so I hung up, called again, explained that I had his wallet and that I was giving it to the front door security, and then hung up again. After we'd given the wallet to the door guys (and seen the guys photo on his drivers license) we walked to the car, and the drunk guy called me up again to tell me what a "cunt" his wife was for dropping his wallet, and how r0xx0r I was, and how I am better than americans. Wowee. Fantastic stuff.
So we dropped Dan home, and then went to the 24/7 shell garage to get something to eat and a bottle o' water, when, what would you know, we ran into the drunk aboriginal guy who'd lost his wallet and his "cunt" of a wife. I assure you all she did NOT look like the implied genitalia.
Anyway, I didn't say anything to him, we just kinda got our stuff and left. So strange that two paths that might never have crossed could be connected by something as random as a piece of leather on concrete, and that he was so oblivious to the encounter. Heh. Small damn world.
Anyway, sleep now. 2:15am fsck.
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| Opportunity Cost ftl |
[02.5.07_22.16] |
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I got a message today from an old music teacher of mine and a good friend, asking me if I wanted to be the new guitarist for Sultans of Jazz.... but because I'll have no time to come to bunbury for other times between Uni and work this semester, it's impossible.
Opportunity cost of living here and now making some money is that I just missed out on the chance to play jazz guitar again. Sultans are playing at the international jazz festival that's on in bunbury over the weekend of the 10th/11th that I can't go to, and it just irritates the hell out of me that yet again I can't go and play. Diminished minor 9th chords with +11/13's might have seemed annoying a few years ago when I had the chance to play them regularly with meaning, but I miss them now.
Another minor irritation is that Nezz's dad has yet again out and said he doesn't like me, doesn't want to hear about me and doesn't want to see me at all. I mean, it's not the first time... but I really thought we were over it this time. Apparently there are some things that I can't know about even though directly affect someone who I care about and keep close to me - or at least, not without losing the half-hearted approval he was giving already.
I've long since stopped caring about what he says, but it annoys me more that he does it and upsets Nezz with it, and then thinks that it's his right to do that. Sometimes I wish he'd just get on with it and say these things to my face. It's hard to explain to someone that your care factor is 0 when they do things where you can't hear them.
Other than that I'm having a lot of trouble sleeping again. It's not just the being out of cycle thing, because I seem to have fallen back into cycle ok. I've been having some really random and fucked up dreams as of late when I do finally get some sleep, but I'm finding more and more it's more like maybe one or two hours sleep tops because I take a small forever to become tired.
Good examples of fucked up dreams are the one I had on saturday, about some random dude named Mr Belvedere who was trying to market me a bunch of totally normal already-on-the-shelf toys, but with the winsome addition of actual human warts - apparently something that are "all the rage" today. Or, the gigantic roll of swiss cheese that ate Canada for being too french. Or the spastic ex-SAS guy attacking me with a rake in a big backyard.
Meh. I lose at sleep, kewaiiiii :(
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[02.4.07_16.57] |
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Beep. Beep. Beep!
s/ftl/ftw
As it so happens, not only am I making moneys, I also get two weeks without the nefarious interventions of my idiosyncratic parents!
You see, tomorrow they're going away somewhere northish for a week, and a week from now (Sunday the 11th) Inez and I are heading off to the mystical land of Albany, thus evading the return of the feverishly stupid ones by a day.
It's going to kick ass, w00t!
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| Hemidemisemiquaverific! |
[02.1.07_15.08] |
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w00t!
I got two jobs today. I'll be working for Eclipse Martial Arts/Security, doing data entry and general office administration for 15 hours a week, and when I get myself a security clearance they've offered me high-paying security work as well!
So screw you Coles and your lack of regular work, daddy's gonna bring home some change from here on in!
I start tomorrow at 9am :P
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| Crazy! |
[01.20.07_23.04] |
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Nezz and I went to see Snowman with Sab and Alice this weekend at the Rosemont... all I can say is, wow.
We decided to maverick our way through navigation by initially not bothering with any, and choosing for an alternate pathway into Perth than the one Nezz's dad handily wrote down for us to get to Yokine... and as a result of this, it being my first time driving in Perth since I'd been on my L plates, and the fact that we didn't think to get any bearings at all until we'd left the freeway and were en route to the city center meant that we did a few loops around some of Perth's most congested traffic areas during peak hour... fun!
It's times like those I'm glad that I'm able to remain level headed when I drive.
We got to Sab and Alice's place, and could see Sab through the window (so we called him, just to watch him go for the phone) and spent a bit of time hanging out with him before Alice got home. While she got changed and ready to go out, Sab taught me to play poker, which was pretty cool, and then we headed down for some HJ's before hitting the Rosemont.
I went up to Olga to say hello before the first support band played, and she was pretty stoked to see me, and twice as stoked when she saw that Nezz was with me. Joe and Andy were wandering around too, though for some reason Ross was pretty scarce all night.
I have to say that the punk band at the beginning sounding like a cat with it's ass in a blender put to a microphone that feeds back on itself with a drumbeat in the background. They were ridiculously loud, their drummer had a technique rivaled only in lack of finesse and actual skill by the guy from Maple, who doesn't know how to control his wrist joints and thus waves his arms around like a fappish gay kid with no sense of rhythm. Her technique was pretty much entirely in her forearms rather than her wrists, which meant after the first two "songs (if you can call them that)" she started to look visibily tired and the veins on her arms started popping out. Ewww.
Played some pool, which apparently the girls won by rule of quitting while ahead, while the next band was on, didn't really hear much of them but I didn't mind what I did hear... and then finally they came on, and they've definitely improved since the first time we saw them here in Collie. They're still just as energetic, and the sounds they're able to create are even crazier than last time - with some parts just sounding pure... animal? tribal? it's really hard to say. It was as awesome as I'd thought it would be, and it was good to see Andy and Joe, who hadn't been at Southbound, and to have them so happy that we'd come. We uh, pinched Olga's set list when they'd finished, and I stuck around talking to her until the Rosemont staff closed the bar.
I slept... badly? or at least, in a somewhat disturbed kind of way once we got back to Sab and Alice's. I've never really been able to sleep well in the city, but I guess I got enough, because I didn't feel too tired when I did actually wake.
Went to poker at Dom's place, which was pretty awesome. I seemed to do quite well, so I was pretty happy, will have to play more though and see if it was just beginners luck or not. At any rate I got back the money I paid for lunch and my buy-in plus a few dollars, so it was quite a game. We got headed out onto the road around 7ish and took our time, and it's good I guess to be out of such a busy and dynamic environment. I'm not really one for the city - guess the concrete jungle just isn't my thing.
Was definitely a good time though, and it was good to catch up/meet people.
Now back to playing my music I guess. I still have a lot to work out before I'll be satisfied even with the guitar and lyrics, let alone bass and eventually drums.
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| Music of the Morning |
[01.17.07_3.45] |
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It's 3:45am. I'm excited... in fact, if it weren't for the fact that right now doing so would create issues with waking people up, I would jump up and down and shout right now.
Why?
Because something happened just now, with me, and with my guitar. I've written lyrics and guitar music for the first time in a long time. To my ears at least, it sounds awesome. It sounds... sad though, nostalgic maybe. I'm going mental just playing it, and it's not even anywhere near what I would call finished yet.
I'm going to stay awake and try to finish this. It needs it.
I'm just so totally fucking overwhelmed by the fact that I picked up my guitar today, and something in me was able to make itself heard again, like in the old days where I was writing regularly.
Gives me goosebumps. Or it could be the cold.
Either way I feel intense.
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| This is where it's at... |
[01.14.07_1.38] |
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This is one of those days, where you sit down and realise, that you're sitting on a wheely chair. On some form of house. On a tectonic plate, which is sliding around on a planet, which is spinning and whirling around a galaxy, which is doing omega whirly laps around the universe. And somehow or another, only the wheely chair's movement, out of all these things, seems significant.
It's funny how music can pull you back to a time like it was yesterday, back to a feeling that you thought you'd lost, that maybe wasn't healthy, but is something you miss from the "good old days" that you hated so much when they were the "shitty, current days". It's even funnier how music brings people together.
A decision to learn the guitar so long ago has resulted in some opportunities I'd never thought would be mine. To meet people who meet you, and two years later still remember your face and your name, and will put semi-famousness aside to say hello. To play music, and to teach music, and to inspire future generations of musicians to try their hardest during the time they need encouragement the most. To experience that all-encompassing high that you get from a stage, the heat of the lights, and the overbearing wave of sound that only you can tame. To meet someone who would turn out to be the most important person in your life.
When I think that there were times when I considered just not playing anymore, in the early days, I wonder what the hell I was thinking.
The gig at the Crown Hotel was good, albeit a bit dull given that the entire town's night-life seems to have died in the worst of ways because of the weather. It was still great though, and when we finished Freak we had people yelling for an encore, cheering and in one guy's case, busting out some moves on a pole that I've been told (by someone who would know) that even the strippers can't quite handle. We played it again at the end, which was awesome, and the whole night just seemed to rush by. The most fun I think was the 5 minutes or so when Keith asked me to jump up on the stage and just go wild.. improvisation is awesome fun, and it was definitely worth getting up for.
I didn't get too many photos of the night, but those I did get are here for people to see.
Asides from that, all this playing recently has lead to some music making of my own which I'm working on, which I'm having tons of fun with while waiting for episodes 50-75 of Naruto.
And to balance out the excitement of Friday night, Saturday night was a blackout, followed by sitting up at 2am talking to a depressed Swedish guy who's online gf dumped him for a guy she was able to see in person, who's big on lyrical examination of metal songs.
This is where it's at. Motion and silence, balance and control.
I notice if the wheely chair slips, but would I really feel a thing if the whole universe did the same?
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| The Rehearsal |
[01.9.07_22.38] |
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So I rocked up at about quarter past 6 at Keith's place for the rehearsal, after being late because I forgot to change the strings on my guitar till just before I was supposed to leave.
It was interesting. Fun. Enriching? I'm not sure I could really describe it properly. It's nice to be able to pick up a guitar, and with less than 5 hours practise be confident you could play it back to a live audience.
It's been far too long since I've played my guitar in a band. I play the bass for the school's concert band, but it's not the same as the guitar... which when I hold in my hands, just feels so right.
When you're playing music with other people, it's like this invisible force that binds you together. It's insane that four people doing four different things at once should sound so good, but it blends and intertwines, and all of you, and the sounds you're making, fuse together to make something altogether new. It's exhilarating, liberating and at the same time like a part of you is getting trapped inside this monstrous new sound you're creating.
When you play music, and you know it's the sound and it's right, it's like everything else in life temporarily vanishes. You don't need to breathe. You don't need to see. You just need to feed the beastly sound that you're letting loose. It's as intense as the moment during the first punch of a fight, the first kick of a soccer ball. The tension in a horror movie, where the generic bimbo has face cut off - you reach a point where there's no longer a question of whether it will happen. Instead, all you can do is keep watching, or pushing, or moving, and let it go.
I really miss playing with a band.
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| DSL and Gigdom |
[01.9.07_14.40] |
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Well it looks as though despite Eftel not having recieved confirmation from Telstra that my line is up and running, that I've got my DSL - guess someone at their end decided to change a tag somewhere, or they go the call and forgot to relay said information.
Either way, yay! Finally up and running :)
In other news, an old friend's band, Next to Nothing, want me to play Silverchair - Freak with them on Friday at a pub here, so I've agreed. Think I'm heading over to practise with them later today, though it depends on how their frontman feels after he's finished work.
Never a dull moment, I swear :P
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| Southbound |
[01.7.07_13.58] |
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So it's the day after, and I can officially say that I had fun at Southbound, for all the wrong reasons.
I'm not really a festival kind of guy, because groups of more than 20 people who I don't know irritate me if I have to push my way through them, and my ears tend to hurt after the first few hours of aural punishment. Still, I have to say that I really liked what I heard of Josh Pyke, and that I had a good time listening to John Butler Trio.
Anyway, the highlight really was the people we saw. Southbound is usually a good chance to see people who we don't normally run into, like our friend Nick who used to work at our old high-school, who was carefully practicing the delicate art of being drunk and talking coherently. Other notable run ins were our friends Ross and Olga from Snowman, who we ran into down at the food court - given that we haven't seen them in almost two years, it was pretty awesome that they showed, and had Modest Mouse not had their set delayed we wouldn't have seem them at all. They were doing pretty well, but they're going on another tour, so we'll have to try catch them when they're done - they seem pretty happy with things, which is good given how pessimistic Olga was last time we talked.
The big surprise though, was that my friend and old guitar teacher, Lee Jones, wasn't out in the crowd. We caught up with him at the first Southbound, and saw him for a bit before his girlfriend dragged him to the Grates at last year's, but when we hadn't seen him by 6pm we were beginning to think he'd bailed on us for this year. Little did we know...
..you see, Lee's been playing guitar and piano since he was little more than 8 years old. He was the frontman of Spencer Tracy before leaving it, and toured with Astronaught for a while a year and a half ago. The whole time though, he's always said to me that it'd be awesome if he could one day see or even jam with the Sleepy Jackson. And true to the Lee I've known, he's done it, and more. Yesterday's highlight was when the Sleepy Jackson came out on stage, and I saw a familiar japanese character'd guitar strap on the back of a guy with somewhat girly hair - my friend Lee, playing with the band he'd raved about for years. Far from bailing on us, it turned out that Lee was now playing lead and singing backup vocals as part of the day's entertainment, and the entire set blew us all away.
We went to the Sleepy Jackson's signing to see Lee and congratulate him, but as it turned out he was (yet again) drunk and dancing somewhere else backstage, so we had a laugh with the Sleepies about him instead, and had them say hello for us.
...and then we bailed, right before Wolfmother. Sorry Dan, but we were dead tired, and we just didn't have the energy left to hear the same set yet again.
Anyway, here are some photos:
z0mg PICTURES
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So in that "Satan worshippers pulling your wings off while dressed up as Elvis with banana badges" kind of way I experience things everyday, getting DSL hasn't really been as simple as I'd hoped.
It starts with a form. An awesomenar form, on teh intarwebs. It didn't like our address, so we resorted to the fax form, because the payments are going through mum's credit card and I didn't trust her to make the app out over the phone and get the details correct. So when we're filling out the fax, mum decides to put down for the wrong plan because she didn't read it very well. I said we should fill out a new one rather than cross that one out and put another mark in the field, but she insisted on faxing that one.
Weeeelll. It turned out that due to human reading capacities that operate somewhere in the "retards fuck doorknobs" region of skill, we got signed up to the wrong plan. So there's my first call to the helpdesk. Half an hour listening to some limp-wristed voice guy telling me where my call is in the line, and some music that isn't quite distinct enough to make out the voice. Guy picks up, I explain the mistake, he goes and gets the form, fixes it, we exchange mutual thanks for a lack of continued conversation and hang up - great, I think, that's fixed, it'll all be good now.
So yesterday the line goes dead for a short while, and I think nothing of it, but when I got into IRC I was explaining about it and the awesomenar people suggested I check to see if I get line sync... lo and behold, and I do! So I think "oh winz0r, I'll call helpdesk again, get our login details and off we go!".
Small hitch. I didn't see that our helpdesk closes at midnight EDST, not WDST, so I was actually calling an hour too late - strange, given that Eftel's head office is in Perth, no?
Instead of sleeping, I decided to stay up and call the first poor bastard at the Eftel helpdesk at 5am when it reopened, and spent a good portion of the time doing important things like watching X-files, reading and talking to Ben, and Garbs about his passport losing. So 5am came around and voila, I call.. only to find out that because it's not my card being used, I'm not an authorised contact, and so I need mum to be awake to get our login details. I decide, stupidly, that I'll wait up till 9 when mum gets up, we call, we get our login details, but Mr Helpdesk guy explains that until Telstra call and tell them that they did the work on our line, Eftel won't actually activate our service with them. So I say "call me" and they say "Ok", and I spend the rest of the day sleeping (w00t), going to lunch with Inez (w00t!), and then sleeping again (w000t!!!) before getting up to find out it's 5ish and there's been no call and our DSL still isn't alivish. I decide to wait. Why, I'm not really sure, but I do.
So I emailed the helpdesk a short while ago to see what they can tell me, but honestly, all I can hope is that they don't tell me I'm waiting till Monday now.
It's like being flogged to death with sensually perfumed shoelaces, by a midget with no calves and Martha Stewart as his lower jaw, while satan worshippers all dressed up like elvis throw feces at lactose intolerant monkeys in a lord of the rings style epic battle between monkey, elvis and random milk products in their pre and post digestive states.
Can you tell I've not slept well lately?
Southbound is tomorrow. FEAR!
I don't think those nachos I just ate brought back my taste for them.
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