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blamebrampton) wrote2009-03-20 11:11 pm
blamebrampton) wrote2009-03-20 11:11 pm
Bibs and bobs ...
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 ...