Bibs and bobs ...
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Just back from a good vego Italian dinner in Newtown. I decided that the only logical way to cap it off was with an Italian hot chocolate from the gelataria, a few blocks down King St. As we walked, I suggested James might like one, too.
'Nup, too hot,' he said.
'What about a sorbet shake? The dark chocolate ones are great, they're thick, bitter and very cool.'
At this moment, a young skater feral who had been walking up the footpath towards us suddenly exploded 'Fuck! FUCK!' and threw his board onto the road, before scampering out to pick it up again while the street was still clear, then moaned dramatically, then continued on his way.
'Just like him,' I said.
J looked at me blankly.
'Well, he only thinks he's very cool, but otherwise ...'
Sometimes the universe just hands these things to you. (I suspect either broken board bearings or a newly ex girlfriend for the young man, but since he showed no signs of throwing himself onto the road, I left him to get on with the difficulties of youth.)
In other news, I have a haircut! For the most part it was only about four or five inches, but I had some chin-length bits cut at the front so I will have something to fiddle with when I am being artistic (I have stupidly long hair, it and my nails just grow and grow, and while this is considered a highly desirable trait in fictional characters, in real life it means you end up crawling on your own hair when you are getting into bed, and scratching your face in your sleep.)
I am quite happy with it, and had a great time with the two lads and one toy poodle in the salon. I had tried to grab an appointment up in Newtown earlier in the day, failed, bought a slip and a flowery feathery hair thingy instead, then remembered that we had a new local hair spot on my way back down the hill. I stuck my head in on the off chance, and they were both sitting around bored and playing with the puppy (there's not a lot of walk-by trade in Erko). So I had my hair done, advised Shaun on juggling story arcs in his soap opera script, listened to Hugh's film pitch and scratched Vyvyan the puppy's tummy all for a completely acceptable price.
I have finally cracked the ending of my hp10k piece, and it's not angsty! Well, it's dystopian and I am fairly sure that some people will hate it, but everybody lives! (It was up for debate, you'll see why.)
And ABC2 has been playing Crowded House's farewell concert, which is such a joy to listen to and sing along with, though so sad to see the late and greatly missed Paul Hester. If you only ever try out one Australian/Kiwi band, this is the one to pick. Poetic, musically rich and ultimately uplifting, they have been my default comfort band for many years. Here, try a little ...
'Nup, too hot,' he said.
'What about a sorbet shake? The dark chocolate ones are great, they're thick, bitter and very cool.'
At this moment, a young skater feral who had been walking up the footpath towards us suddenly exploded 'Fuck! FUCK!' and threw his board onto the road, before scampering out to pick it up again while the street was still clear, then moaned dramatically, then continued on his way.
'Just like him,' I said.
J looked at me blankly.
'Well, he only thinks he's very cool, but otherwise ...'
Sometimes the universe just hands these things to you. (I suspect either broken board bearings or a newly ex girlfriend for the young man, but since he showed no signs of throwing himself onto the road, I left him to get on with the difficulties of youth.)
In other news, I have a haircut! For the most part it was only about four or five inches, but I had some chin-length bits cut at the front so I will have something to fiddle with when I am being artistic (I have stupidly long hair, it and my nails just grow and grow, and while this is considered a highly desirable trait in fictional characters, in real life it means you end up crawling on your own hair when you are getting into bed, and scratching your face in your sleep.)
I am quite happy with it, and had a great time with the two lads and one toy poodle in the salon. I had tried to grab an appointment up in Newtown earlier in the day, failed, bought a slip and a flowery feathery hair thingy instead, then remembered that we had a new local hair spot on my way back down the hill. I stuck my head in on the off chance, and they were both sitting around bored and playing with the puppy (there's not a lot of walk-by trade in Erko). So I had my hair done, advised Shaun on juggling story arcs in his soap opera script, listened to Hugh's film pitch and scratched Vyvyan the puppy's tummy all for a completely acceptable price.
I have finally cracked the ending of my hp10k piece, and it's not angsty! Well, it's dystopian and I am fairly sure that some people will hate it, but everybody lives! (It was up for debate, you'll see why.)
And ABC2 has been playing Crowded House's farewell concert, which is such a joy to listen to and sing along with, though so sad to see the late and greatly missed Paul Hester. If you only ever try out one Australian/Kiwi band, this is the one to pick. Poetic, musically rich and ultimately uplifting, they have been my default comfort band for many years. Here, try a little ...
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Date: 2009-03-20 01:08 pm (UTC)I worked in a pub once, where Crowded House was one of the few albums from their selection it was bearable to put on. As a consequence, I can not now hear their songs without evoking the sweet-sour smell of sticky, beery floors and gents loos and ache of utter, utter boredom (it was not a lively joint), which is a shame as CH don't deserve that.
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Date: 2009-03-20 01:22 pm (UTC)I can't WAIT for your 10K. *drools*
Also, hi!
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Date: 2009-03-20 01:28 pm (UTC)The haircut is great! Cost too much, but since I can only be arsed to have it cut once or twice a year, it's kind of economical.
You will like my 10k fic! A lot of it is set in Canada! I am having it Canadianpicked! XXX
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Date: 2009-03-20 01:32 pm (UTC)yay for haircuts! i'm trying to grow mine out, and for the first time ever it's taking forever. gah.
i am looking fwd to your hp10k piece very much. dystopia, yum! i hope it doesn't make me too sad though..
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Date: 2009-03-20 01:43 pm (UTC)My trick for growing my hair out the last time I cut it short was simply to go travelling for a year. By the time I was done, it was long again! And check your zinc levels if your hair is growing slowly, they might be low, or you might need a general multi-vitamin. Hair is one of the first places that small deficiencies show up.
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Date: 2009-03-20 02:36 pm (UTC)If I could capture your voice for one of my characters, I think I would become a bestseller.
You are amazing.
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Date: 2009-03-20 02:47 pm (UTC)Alas, the level of derangement here would have most reviewers shaking their heads in despair. But of you need a character who writes fic, edits, rants and has mad cats, a lovely partner and a highly amusing if ridiculous middle-aged lesbian mother, feel free to pilfer ;-)
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Date: 2009-03-20 05:18 pm (UTC)Mwah hah hah.
Ohhhh Crowded House is love.
<3
*sings along to "Fall at Your Feet"*
ED Sorry for the gushing comments. I have nothing but fond memories of CH. I first heard them with "Don't Dream It's Over." I wasn't a big Split Enz fan, but somehow Crowded House hit me just right. I think Woodface was the first CD of theirs I owned (I almost said album, to date myself). "Distant Sun" is also an astonishing song, from the next album. They're so light, sweet, but with real bitterness, too.
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Date: 2009-03-20 08:01 pm (UTC)Neil Finn is so great. Crowded House were over here last year, I went to see them at Westonbirt Arboretum. His son has had some success with Betchadupa.
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Date: 2009-03-20 09:45 pm (UTC)I just cried watching the clip. Oh, Paul. :(
I tend to have a funny way of bonding with bands, and only discovered my real love for the Police when I chaperoned my brother (a huge fan) to their final concert in Sydney (and I mean final), only to realise that I already knew all their songs from the music that had been wafting down the hall for years. It was doomed love.
Same thing with Crowded House - I caught this concert by accident, and had the same epiphany! Yes, I live in a vacuum. But my love for Crowded House was born in this concert, and I have since been blessed to see them live, but of course, without PH, which somehow will seem wrong for the rest of eternity.
In other news about me, because hey - me me me - I desperately need my hair done.
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Date: 2009-03-20 10:29 pm (UTC)Everybody lives, but are they all sane? *eyes suspiciously*
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Date: 2009-03-20 11:58 pm (UTC)Totally works for me too. ;)
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