Well, I'm back. Yay!
Obviously I was already back, but still. I'd written that last post while I was away, and then posted it on my arrival. Still I did think that my newfound ability to post pictures was pretty damn impressive.
Today being the first Saturday I've been available in living memory, and my imagination being seriously limited, we went to Glebe markets. Always good, as I have doubtless told you repeatedly. But I got a new wrist cuff and a coat (because, y'know, I didn't have enough coats, right?) which was only $30, which is pretty cool. Also new earrings and a badge which says "It's never too late to have a happy childhood". And we ran into about 5 people from school, strange.
Anyway, now we're watching an old Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers ,which has nice dancing and all, but which is quite breathtakingly sexist. Like, staggeringly so.
Women aren't allowed into the dancing club unless they have an escort. A girl gets a makeover and says "well, I guess I can be dumb and get a man", and picks up the guy who'd been horrible to her before and likes him.
She tells him that she was the girl in glasses from before and he says "well, I suppose I still like you" and asks her what she does and he says he's a teacher, and he sort of draws back, but forgives her when she says she's a music teacher.
Good grief.
In other news, I have Fridays off again this semester! Yay!
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Holidays: Now Illustrated! (hopefully...)
Well, it’s actually snowing today, which is new and different, as yesterday there was rain and previously only melty sunshine, so this is definitely a Positive Development.
If this works, it will be a great leap forward, but here goes…
View from the kitchen window yesterday:
(that’s rain, by the way)
Same this morning:
Cool, yes?
Frustratingly, however, there’s no internet access from my computer, so I’ll have to post this when I get home. This, I regret to say, probably bodes ill, as I’m sure to just keep adding stuff to what will become a Leviathan of a post by the end of the fortnight. Conversely, have nobly managed not to start until the first Friday (good grief, it’s Friday already?), so will really only be a week.
Feel v. sorry for all those people in London, just after they’d managed to win the Olympic bid, someone insists on trying to blow them up. Really in most appalling taste. Further, clearly the terrorists are pretty dim; if you wanted to cause maximum damage to the population and public transport of London [which obviously you don’t, or I wouldn’t be friends with you, and why would you be reading this? If we didn’t like each other in the first place, surely my tangential and inconsequential rambling would be insufferable), would you wait until after 9 am to detonate? Quel idiots. They’d’ve done much more damage at 8:40–ish, while everyone was still rushing to work.
In point of fact, anyone who could find their arse with an atlas ought to be able to take out more than 50 people with 4 bombs in peak-hour London Public transport. V. hard to take such people seriously, no wonder they’re reduced to trying to blow people up, rather than actually make a political move the proper way, they probably can’t spell ‘political’. Really, this is not the way to gain the world’s respect.
On the other hand, obviously is terribly sad that all these people were hurt, and inasmuch as what is written here matters at all, sympathy, support, etc is extended.
Particularly upsetting is the fact that Camden was damaged. If those markets are gone, or hurt in any way, I shall deal very sternly indeed with any terrorists I come across, I love those markets. They’re like Glebe Markets to the max, all sorts of cool stuff, including a shop called “The Fairy Gothmother”. How cool is that?
In fact, I say we should all go to London soon, and visit. Maybe put flowers on the underground or something.
My teeth are getting crooked, I think, possibly because of as yet un-erupted [erupted, ew, what an uncomfortable sounding word] wisdom teeth. This irritates me, very much do not wish to be a 20-year-old with braces. How awful.
Also, still unable to wrestle my timetable into submission, as enrolment variations page refuses to load at the incredibly expensive internet café thing.
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Is very exciting, went out to dinner tonight, and when we returned, the fire alarm went off (not immediately, you understand, but a few minutes later: it wasn’t because we’d returned). Although this is of itself unexciting, the fire brigade came and everything, and they even extended their ultra-long ladder to get up to the balcony of the apartment whose alarm it apparently was. I’ve never seen this done in real life before, so I can tick that off the list, I suppose.
Didn’t get a picture of the ladder thing, and tried to take a picture of the truck in the snow, but what with the dark night-time-ness and the flash, it’s basically a picture of the reflectors on the truck, but here it is, anyway:
Relievingly/disappointingly we didn’t get evacuated to stand outside in the –3 degree midnight while flames billowed out of windows or anything. Apparently was a false alarm. Mildly frustrating, as we’d packed little bags to take with us if so. Mine had my laptop and mobile and notebook and teddy bear equivalent (I got that Bunny on the day I was born, and v. much love it, would be terrible if it was burnt). Also a packet of American Jelly Beans to cheer up the hypothetical disconsolate and cold crowd. (I do like those Jelly Beans, the ones that say “Jelly Belly” on them. Bt not the chocolate pudding flavoured ones, ew). Strange, actually, in a room you’re on holiday in, none of your irreplaceable stuff seems to be there. You look into drawers and think “well, I do like that jumper, but it’s not really irreplaceable per se, is it? I can’t take everything, so therefore I’ll take none of this.”
But then we had to unpack them again anyway, so there you go.
Now, though, I definitely know the answer to those hypothetical questions. Quite useful to have been asked so many times, didn’t need to think about it too much.
If this works, it will be a great leap forward, but here goes…
View from the kitchen window yesterday:
(that’s rain, by the way)
Same this morning:
Cool, yes?
Frustratingly, however, there’s no internet access from my computer, so I’ll have to post this when I get home. This, I regret to say, probably bodes ill, as I’m sure to just keep adding stuff to what will become a Leviathan of a post by the end of the fortnight. Conversely, have nobly managed not to start until the first Friday (good grief, it’s Friday already?), so will really only be a week.
Feel v. sorry for all those people in London, just after they’d managed to win the Olympic bid, someone insists on trying to blow them up. Really in most appalling taste. Further, clearly the terrorists are pretty dim; if you wanted to cause maximum damage to the population and public transport of London [which obviously you don’t, or I wouldn’t be friends with you, and why would you be reading this? If we didn’t like each other in the first place, surely my tangential and inconsequential rambling would be insufferable), would you wait until after 9 am to detonate? Quel idiots. They’d’ve done much more damage at 8:40–ish, while everyone was still rushing to work.
In point of fact, anyone who could find their arse with an atlas ought to be able to take out more than 50 people with 4 bombs in peak-hour London Public transport. V. hard to take such people seriously, no wonder they’re reduced to trying to blow people up, rather than actually make a political move the proper way, they probably can’t spell ‘political’. Really, this is not the way to gain the world’s respect.
On the other hand, obviously is terribly sad that all these people were hurt, and inasmuch as what is written here matters at all, sympathy, support, etc is extended.
Particularly upsetting is the fact that Camden was damaged. If those markets are gone, or hurt in any way, I shall deal very sternly indeed with any terrorists I come across, I love those markets. They’re like Glebe Markets to the max, all sorts of cool stuff, including a shop called “The Fairy Gothmother”. How cool is that?
In fact, I say we should all go to London soon, and visit. Maybe put flowers on the underground or something.
My teeth are getting crooked, I think, possibly because of as yet un-erupted [erupted, ew, what an uncomfortable sounding word] wisdom teeth. This irritates me, very much do not wish to be a 20-year-old with braces. How awful.
Also, still unable to wrestle my timetable into submission, as enrolment variations page refuses to load at the incredibly expensive internet café thing.
********
Is very exciting, went out to dinner tonight, and when we returned, the fire alarm went off (not immediately, you understand, but a few minutes later: it wasn’t because we’d returned). Although this is of itself unexciting, the fire brigade came and everything, and they even extended their ultra-long ladder to get up to the balcony of the apartment whose alarm it apparently was. I’ve never seen this done in real life before, so I can tick that off the list, I suppose.
Didn’t get a picture of the ladder thing, and tried to take a picture of the truck in the snow, but what with the dark night-time-ness and the flash, it’s basically a picture of the reflectors on the truck, but here it is, anyway:
Relievingly/disappointingly we didn’t get evacuated to stand outside in the –3 degree midnight while flames billowed out of windows or anything. Apparently was a false alarm. Mildly frustrating, as we’d packed little bags to take with us if so. Mine had my laptop and mobile and notebook and teddy bear equivalent (I got that Bunny on the day I was born, and v. much love it, would be terrible if it was burnt). Also a packet of American Jelly Beans to cheer up the hypothetical disconsolate and cold crowd. (I do like those Jelly Beans, the ones that say “Jelly Belly” on them. Bt not the chocolate pudding flavoured ones, ew). Strange, actually, in a room you’re on holiday in, none of your irreplaceable stuff seems to be there. You look into drawers and think “well, I do like that jumper, but it’s not really irreplaceable per se, is it? I can’t take everything, so therefore I’ll take none of this.”
But then we had to unpack them again anyway, so there you go.
Now, though, I definitely know the answer to those hypothetical questions. Quite useful to have been asked so many times, didn’t need to think about it too much.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Going skiing! Don't forget to miss me!
So, the problem is this: I want to post, especially since I'm going to the snow tomorow, but I have sod all by way of things to say. My theory is that the exams have momentarily sucked all creative writing ability from my brain. Also my ability to type apparently. *edits*
Today was Pun's bithday outing, so we all went by ferry to Manly and had fish and chips and then went to Max Brenner, the chocolate Bar. Quite nice actually (unsurprisingly). Yes, I am the last huiman being in the world (well, the last female in Sydney) to have not gone to a Max Brenner Chocolate Bar.
A bit expensive, perhaps, but for a dollar fifty you can get a "chocolate lick" which is a little pot of hyper-rich melted chocolate and a swizzle stick to eat it with, which is pretty good, really. Bizarrely, to get strawberries to dip in it and a plate underneath it all brings the price up to six dollars. But then again, they were pretty excellent strawberries.
Heh, wrote "starberries" by accident then. Wouldn't those be nifty? I wonder what they'd be like? Makes me think of that Narnia book "The Silver Chair", when the heroes taste fruits that are what rubies and emeralds and so on are before they 'die' and become stones and so on. Apparently they're very juicy and nice, and describes with lots of superlatives.
Was something of a Narnia fan in my youth, although was irritated when realised that was full of subtext. But there you go. When one is young, evryone always tries to surreptitiously educate one. Don't ven get me started on how I felt when I realised what "Spot learns to count" was really about. Oh the betrayal, the wounds are still hutting, honestly.
Watching Rage again. (yes, I can hear groans from our readers everywhere, this means that the post must be going nowhere). Wish to be in a famous band so as to have a cool and self-indulgent video clip. Would be the lead singer, possibly the only girl in the band, and therefore the clip would be just one of those where the girl wears lots of cool clothes and makeup and does nifty stuff. I wonder if they're fun to film? You'd assume so, especially if you get to keep the costumes, which presumably you would. Would wear completely OTT eyeliner. Then could live normal life by simply not applying eyeliner when wished to buy groceries etc. Although obviously, if I felt like it, I could just send one of my sub-assisstants to buy the milk.
Aha! A slipknot videeclip just came on, was silent completely and then flicked to blank silent screen of grey and then the ABC symbol. Wish it was the drunken technician picture from the Simpsons, that would be pretty cool, though not, obviously, as cool as being famous and making music videos.
In other news, went to Pun's house this evening and got music, particularly nostalgic dodgy music, of which approximately 1/3 of my music collection is comprised. Foremost among these newcomers are the two Tracy Chapman songs that make me feel like I'm 6 (or however old I was) again, Spiderbait's Glockenpop, and Morcheeba's Rome Wasn't Built In A Day, which always reminds me or the second last time I went to England.
Going skiing for two weeks as of tomorrow morning. Will return on Sunday the 17th or 18th or whatever it is, won't that be nice? Problem with skiing is that I'm soooo tired at the moment, so it's hard to get enthusiastic. Moreover, there won't be any internet connection. Am currently checking the internet at least once every day. Absolute minimum. Might very conceivably die. (especially if my skiing's as bad as I remember it being).
At presetn, Kathryn might or might not be going to drop in and say hi. It seems unlikely, but the problem in such situations is that you then don't feel comfortable to put on pyjamas or have a shower or go to sleep, all night. The doorbell could always ring at any moment. There's basically no relaxation in an evening where someone might drop in.
Which leads us to the concept of surprise parties. Yesterday night we went to the surprise welcome-home-from-exchange-in-england party of Winnie, a friend from uni who's been overseas since before the beginning of this blog, and therefore hasn't really featured before.
The thing is, I would, were a surprise party to be thrown for me, according to Narative Law, have just settled in for a relaxing nightof dodgy tv and really making a dent in my new book. This problem is probably insurmountable, though.
Speaking of which, I bought a new book today. What with the exams and the one-huge-essay-a-week-due for the entire sencond half of semester, I haven't read a new book in months and months. Is very exciting event, therefore.
Aaarrgh, if I don't sleep, I'll die, so I'll see you all anon. Thanks for the applause, guys, and have a nice fortnight, try not to destroy the world in my absence.
PS. My timetable for next semester apparently has such awful clashes that they won't even show it to me: I need to go to the student centre! But I'll be away for the next 2 weeks! Aaargh!
Seprately, one of the rather nice guys in my Latin class is throwing a party tonight, which I won't be able to go to, because of being out of town, but is v. wierd, as turns out he lives in my suburb. Wierdly coincidental. oooohh....
Kinda wish I could go now, as I could walk, and therefore I could actually drink. Since I have the car and license, I can never everdrink when we go out. Is highly unjust.
Today was Pun's bithday outing, so we all went by ferry to Manly and had fish and chips and then went to Max Brenner, the chocolate Bar. Quite nice actually (unsurprisingly). Yes, I am the last huiman being in the world (well, the last female in Sydney) to have not gone to a Max Brenner Chocolate Bar.
A bit expensive, perhaps, but for a dollar fifty you can get a "chocolate lick" which is a little pot of hyper-rich melted chocolate and a swizzle stick to eat it with, which is pretty good, really. Bizarrely, to get strawberries to dip in it and a plate underneath it all brings the price up to six dollars. But then again, they were pretty excellent strawberries.
Heh, wrote "starberries" by accident then. Wouldn't those be nifty? I wonder what they'd be like? Makes me think of that Narnia book "The Silver Chair", when the heroes taste fruits that are what rubies and emeralds and so on are before they 'die' and become stones and so on. Apparently they're very juicy and nice, and describes with lots of superlatives.
Was something of a Narnia fan in my youth, although was irritated when realised that was full of subtext. But there you go. When one is young, evryone always tries to surreptitiously educate one. Don't ven get me started on how I felt when I realised what "Spot learns to count" was really about. Oh the betrayal, the wounds are still hutting, honestly.
Watching Rage again. (yes, I can hear groans from our readers everywhere, this means that the post must be going nowhere). Wish to be in a famous band so as to have a cool and self-indulgent video clip. Would be the lead singer, possibly the only girl in the band, and therefore the clip would be just one of those where the girl wears lots of cool clothes and makeup and does nifty stuff. I wonder if they're fun to film? You'd assume so, especially if you get to keep the costumes, which presumably you would. Would wear completely OTT eyeliner. Then could live normal life by simply not applying eyeliner when wished to buy groceries etc. Although obviously, if I felt like it, I could just send one of my sub-assisstants to buy the milk.
Aha! A slipknot videeclip just came on, was silent completely and then flicked to blank silent screen of grey and then the ABC symbol. Wish it was the drunken technician picture from the Simpsons, that would be pretty cool, though not, obviously, as cool as being famous and making music videos.
In other news, went to Pun's house this evening and got music, particularly nostalgic dodgy music, of which approximately 1/3 of my music collection is comprised. Foremost among these newcomers are the two Tracy Chapman songs that make me feel like I'm 6 (or however old I was) again, Spiderbait's Glockenpop, and Morcheeba's Rome Wasn't Built In A Day, which always reminds me or the second last time I went to England.
Going skiing for two weeks as of tomorrow morning. Will return on Sunday the 17th or 18th or whatever it is, won't that be nice? Problem with skiing is that I'm soooo tired at the moment, so it's hard to get enthusiastic. Moreover, there won't be any internet connection. Am currently checking the internet at least once every day. Absolute minimum. Might very conceivably die. (especially if my skiing's as bad as I remember it being).
At presetn, Kathryn might or might not be going to drop in and say hi. It seems unlikely, but the problem in such situations is that you then don't feel comfortable to put on pyjamas or have a shower or go to sleep, all night. The doorbell could always ring at any moment. There's basically no relaxation in an evening where someone might drop in.
Which leads us to the concept of surprise parties. Yesterday night we went to the surprise welcome-home-from-exchange-in-england party of Winnie, a friend from uni who's been overseas since before the beginning of this blog, and therefore hasn't really featured before.
The thing is, I would, were a surprise party to be thrown for me, according to Narative Law, have just settled in for a relaxing nightof dodgy tv and really making a dent in my new book. This problem is probably insurmountable, though.
Speaking of which, I bought a new book today. What with the exams and the one-huge-essay-a-week-due for the entire sencond half of semester, I haven't read a new book in months and months. Is very exciting event, therefore.
Aaarrgh, if I don't sleep, I'll die, so I'll see you all anon. Thanks for the applause, guys, and have a nice fortnight, try not to destroy the world in my absence.
PS. My timetable for next semester apparently has such awful clashes that they won't even show it to me: I need to go to the student centre! But I'll be away for the next 2 weeks! Aaargh!
Seprately, one of the rather nice guys in my Latin class is throwing a party tonight, which I won't be able to go to, because of being out of town, but is v. wierd, as turns out he lives in my suburb. Wierdly coincidental. oooohh....
Kinda wish I could go now, as I could walk, and therefore I could actually drink. Since I have the car and license, I can never everdrink when we go out. Is highly unjust.
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