OMG PRTH WTF HW GD'S THT?!
(Goodness gracious, I'm appear to be on the opposite side of the country to that which I usually am, and my, isn't it wonderful?)
And that's the story of how NetSpeak evolved.
As sort of stated, I'm in Perth again! How good is that! It's so lovely to be back again, even if it's been raining, Tim's been sick, and basically the most exciting thing I've done is being able to play Neverwinter Nights 2 while Tim's at work. That's all okay, cause I've totally got stuff on the To-Do list (we did actually make a list, come to think of it) and I'm pretty sure Tim's on the mend. So thing's'll be looking up soon. Looking up, from basically three-quarters of the way up the scale anyway, so that's pretty darn good.
So it's come to my attention recently that I have some lurkers. For those, perhaps not familiar with the term, specifically those who're doing it, as they need to know that I'm referring to them, a lurker is one who reads blogs and things, say for a very specific example, mine, but doesn't make themselves known. Actually, having just piqued my interest, Wikipedia tells me it's more about forums and messageboards and things, which does make sense. BUT! That's not the point. The point is, I have (a) person(s) reading my blog, and obviously being interested in it, or might I hazard, enjoying it, and frankly, I'd like to make your acquiantance! I'm not scary, I don't bite unless specifically asked (true story) and the idea of you making yourself known to me thrills me a little. In a good, totally uncreepy way. 'Course the easiest way for you to do this would be to leave a comment. That'd be great, cause it would mean I could avoid putting my email address on the internet for the internet to trap in-ter it's net. So yeah. Do that, maybe. No-one gone give you shit for anything you say, and I'll be sure to personally beat any of my friends what do.
Anyway, I'm just saying. Totally not a vampire.
Tonight I see Tim's Perthian friends! I'm pretty hot for this idea, as I think they're a bunch of the greatest mofos I've ever been associated with. Only Felix is gone now, and it doesn't feel quite the same without him. Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure it won't. Cause like, I wouldn't have seen him anyway. But knowing that I won't doesn't feel quite the same... as knowing that I will. YEP!
Enjoying Queensland, Felix? You know you are. Nothing but hot people. You know you'll fit right in.
Hmm, 4:30, eh? Despite starting a post, I don't really have time to finish it! Maybe I'll save it and finish it later. In which case, I should probably delete this line when I do. Or maybe I won't, just to be odd.
Simon's lady-friend Jane is staying here with Tim's family as well. She seems nice enough, only she doesn't look at me, or say anything to me. But I'm sure I'd be the same, and I'm going to put it down to shyness, rather than some horrible and arbitrary dislike for me, which should be completely unfounded. But who knows! Maybe I'm just a jerk. Well, I'm pretty sure I am but like, she shouldn't be able to tell yet.
Unless Simon told her! ... The Dastard ...
We went and saw Ocean's Thirteen last night! A little formulaic, but it's still enjoyable cause the formula works. Just wasn't really heavy on the storyline. Also prefaced this with dinner, in the form of breakfast. OH GOD YES. Ironically named "Fast Eddy's" does a mean, uh, toast.
And things.
Anyway! I should totally go shower now, before I run out of whoring up time before I go "hang" with the "peeps" at some "place". If you follow me. Which I'm almost certain you don't.
... YEAH.
Remember what I said lurkers! This could be the start of a beautiful friendship! Or you could just keep being anonymous. Whatever works for you. Anyway, you should all comment, and stop being jerks. Yeah. You heard me right. Jerks. Now what're you gonna do about it?
... Hopefully comment.
In rage.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Saturday, June 02, 2007
It's the A-Rock-alypse!
I've been reading some blogs tonight. Some of the regular rounds, others just following links from the blogs of others saying "My, their name interests me vaguely!" Anyway, I found some interesting sounding people, and many people infinitely more talented than myself. Usually this would put me OFF blogging, but tonight, I thought to myself, "Wait, what's the one thing I'm good at?" And the answer my friends, is writing. Or in the case of blogging, using my cold-to-the-point-of-not-responding fingers to type in my mental notes until I run out of things to say, or I think I've gone on too long.
That and grabbing my cat and saying "YOU'RE A KITTY!"
He really likes that. He needs to know.
Today's lesson on stereotypes begins anon.
Granted I was in a *pub* in *Bondi* so I'm pretty sure that there, every night is 'come as your favourite stereotype' night, but even still, some observations.
Girls: You're all blonde, you're all ditzy, you're all wearing those stupid fucking boots and tuck your jeans into them, and you all drink white wine. Tell me why. WHY? Okay, okay, I know I'm a blonde too. But I don't count because I'm not one of YOU. I'm sitting by the window with a sneer while you all lean down provocatively and unnecessarily. I assume it is because all your concentration is divided between how much cleavage is showing and just who you're sticking your shapely behind at, that you missed that really easy shot while playing pool, but it might just be because you're STUPID. You should think about taking that in a new direction. Like, say NOT being stupid. That's really hot this season.
And seriously, what the fuck is with those boots.
And seriously, what the fuck is with that white wine? I like a glass of wine as much as the next person that likes wine, but when I go to a *pub* I will not try and impress everyone with how sophisticated I am by drinking white wine just like everybody else. Seriously, if you're a chick and not drinking white wine, you're outta uniform.
Okay, and boys, specifically of the soccer persuasion: You're all English. You're all English, you're all loud-mouthed and you all sing. I'm not sure what came first, the loud-mouthedness, the Englishness or the Soccer-loving, but those fitting this description all seem to gravitate toward each other, and also that pub last night.
I think that about ends the lesson on stereotypes and trends in bogans in Bondi.
Ah, Furious Angels. Makes even grocery shopping feel like an epic adventure. "Look out behind you! Yoghurt! *Swooshing-sound-as-I-do-Neo-like-dodging-of-yoghurt-attacks*"
In other music news, I remember blogging about finding this awesome band called "Ayreon" and how awesome he was and all. Well, soon after that, someone gave me a copy of his epic space opera "Into the Electric Castle". And well, I quickly lost the first CD, so I didn't listen to it until recently, for fearing I'd come in halfway through the storyline.
However, since finding that first CD recently, I have not been able to stop listening to this space opera. It is truly one of the greatest things I've ever heard. And I like to think I've been around enough to know a little about what I'm talking about. It has a truly complex and bizarre storyline, he draws on what must be about a dozen completely different styles of music, there's muso-symbolism, four-part harmony, at one of my favourite points theres three completely separate melodies weaving in and out of each other. He's truly a gifted musician. AND I read on his wikipedia article that he can't read sheet music. I find the fact that he can do all this, and not record any of it on paper for future reference.. pretty damn awesome.
Some of his ideas are so wacky though. And I quote "Do not be afraid. For I am merely the vocal manifestation of your eternal dreams."
Seriously though, it's one of the greatest things I've heard in my life.
While discovering new 'best-things-ever', I'm also re-discovering a lot of awesome old songs that I haven't heard in years. Namely "Save Yourself" and "Your Woman". Great songs. I don't know how I ever lost them.
Don't you love that feeling where you hear a song you haven't heard in a long time, and it was one that you used to really love, but just heard too often. So then you come back to it and it's like falling in love again? That's a beautiful feeling.
Oh man. "Hardrock Hallelujah" for example. Lordi, you are beautiful people. "It's the A-Rock-alypse" people!
In other news, Sarah is awesome. More people should comment like her. Unfortunately though, due to my complete shitness on MSN, I haven't got back to her about any of those things that she asked. Sorry Sah! I'll stop being gay soon. Or perhaps start, just for you.
Anyway, I think I'm outta things to say. Gee, it'd be nice if someone like TIM would comment. Also, did I get my very first spam comment on my last post? Normally I'd just say 'yes' and move on. It was just.. so odd, is all. Oh well! Yay, spam for me!
That and grabbing my cat and saying "YOU'RE A KITTY!"
He really likes that. He needs to know.
Today's lesson on stereotypes begins anon.
Granted I was in a *pub* in *Bondi* so I'm pretty sure that there, every night is 'come as your favourite stereotype' night, but even still, some observations.
Girls: You're all blonde, you're all ditzy, you're all wearing those stupid fucking boots and tuck your jeans into them, and you all drink white wine. Tell me why. WHY? Okay, okay, I know I'm a blonde too. But I don't count because I'm not one of YOU. I'm sitting by the window with a sneer while you all lean down provocatively and unnecessarily. I assume it is because all your concentration is divided between how much cleavage is showing and just who you're sticking your shapely behind at, that you missed that really easy shot while playing pool, but it might just be because you're STUPID. You should think about taking that in a new direction. Like, say NOT being stupid. That's really hot this season.
And seriously, what the fuck is with those boots.
And seriously, what the fuck is with that white wine? I like a glass of wine as much as the next person that likes wine, but when I go to a *pub* I will not try and impress everyone with how sophisticated I am by drinking white wine just like everybody else. Seriously, if you're a chick and not drinking white wine, you're outta uniform.
Okay, and boys, specifically of the soccer persuasion: You're all English. You're all English, you're all loud-mouthed and you all sing. I'm not sure what came first, the loud-mouthedness, the Englishness or the Soccer-loving, but those fitting this description all seem to gravitate toward each other, and also that pub last night.
I think that about ends the lesson on stereotypes and trends in bogans in Bondi.
Ah, Furious Angels. Makes even grocery shopping feel like an epic adventure. "Look out behind you! Yoghurt! *Swooshing-sound-as-I-do-Neo-like-dodging-of-yoghurt-attacks*"
In other music news, I remember blogging about finding this awesome band called "Ayreon" and how awesome he was and all. Well, soon after that, someone gave me a copy of his epic space opera "Into the Electric Castle". And well, I quickly lost the first CD, so I didn't listen to it until recently, for fearing I'd come in halfway through the storyline.
However, since finding that first CD recently, I have not been able to stop listening to this space opera. It is truly one of the greatest things I've ever heard. And I like to think I've been around enough to know a little about what I'm talking about. It has a truly complex and bizarre storyline, he draws on what must be about a dozen completely different styles of music, there's muso-symbolism, four-part harmony, at one of my favourite points theres three completely separate melodies weaving in and out of each other. He's truly a gifted musician. AND I read on his wikipedia article that he can't read sheet music. I find the fact that he can do all this, and not record any of it on paper for future reference.. pretty damn awesome.
Some of his ideas are so wacky though. And I quote "Do not be afraid. For I am merely the vocal manifestation of your eternal dreams."
Seriously though, it's one of the greatest things I've heard in my life.
While discovering new 'best-things-ever', I'm also re-discovering a lot of awesome old songs that I haven't heard in years. Namely "Save Yourself" and "Your Woman". Great songs. I don't know how I ever lost them.
Don't you love that feeling where you hear a song you haven't heard in a long time, and it was one that you used to really love, but just heard too often. So then you come back to it and it's like falling in love again? That's a beautiful feeling.
Oh man. "Hardrock Hallelujah" for example. Lordi, you are beautiful people. "It's the A-Rock-alypse" people!
In other news, Sarah is awesome. More people should comment like her. Unfortunately though, due to my complete shitness on MSN, I haven't got back to her about any of those things that she asked. Sorry Sah! I'll stop being gay soon. Or perhaps start, just for you.
Anyway, I think I'm outta things to say. Gee, it'd be nice if someone like TIM would comment. Also, did I get my very first spam comment on my last post? Normally I'd just say 'yes' and move on. It was just.. so odd, is all. Oh well! Yay, spam for me!
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