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!