I think I'm an elitist.

Or at least, that's how it feels. Conversation in the tea room this morning revolved around the new series of Big Brother and a new comedy/interview show called Greeks On The Roof, which drags up Effie, a comedienne whose schtick is not unlike the whole My Big Fat Greek Wedding thing; she's Greek and she's dumb. Now, I know of these shows because I watch a little commercial TV (mainly Buffy and Angel, with the occasional bit of Law and Order if I'm not overloaded on work stuff), but you'd have to nail me to a chair and clip my eyes open in Clockwork Orange fashion before I would even get close to watching these. And yet pretty much all my work colleagues are hooked on these things.

Am I a freak? I'm starting to think I must be.

Had [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] over for dinner last night. I also dragged her down the laundromat to watch me do a load of laundry (I was at Underwear Crisis stage) and we talked about Life, Politics and Other Things Wrong With The World. *grins* We also talked fanfic, and movies, and stuff that wasn't all serious. Faced with this kind of evening, and one spent watching the Marching Morons of Big Brother, I know which I vote for.

And hey, it's Friday. :) The place is full of senior registrars for some meeting or other, so I'll have to look productive. Not easy, when it's casual day and I'm slobbing it in my Mountain Design khakis and the "Life Is Good" t-shirt I got in California. And we mustn't forget the hiking boots. *grins* Ah yes, the very model of professionalism.

Ooh, and autumn has finally arrived! Perfect Melbourne autumn morning - fog, cold enough for my breath to fog as I was waiting for the tram (I'm going to start riding in again next week, when I'm not coughing every five minutes), touch of rain on my face... Call me weird, but I have to say this is my favourite time of year.

Gotta go, there's too many boss types wandering around. :)

*peeks out from the protective screen of work*

This Friday is dragging altogether too much. Once again I require entertainment. Where's my diverting email, people? *grins*

And having the Attack Managers (they keep popping up when you don't expect them - need my magistrate bopper here) around isn't helping. They keep turning up just when I'm not doing what I'm supposed to. *pouts* Otherwise I'd write a bit more of the Books of Magic/Powers drabble I started for Mel last week. :P And singing along to this CD, especially "Perfect Family" doesn't look so good either.

So; jokes, anecdotes, reflections on the oddities of life, ficbits, whatever. Send 'em on down: joanne.howard@justice.vic.gov.au

Ah JB, you've done it again...

This doesn't refer to the lovely [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], but rather to JB Hi-Fi, Melbourne's cheapest new CD shop place of terrible temptation. Especially when they're having a warehouse sale. I went down there at lunchtime with the intention of buying a couple of things with my birthday money and came back with not one, not two, but six new CDs. But I think they're all worth it, and hey, I get three paychecks this month, as well as my refund from Medicare yesterday, so I feel completely justifie d. *grins* Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

So, the loot tally:

Beth Orton Central Reservation. I have this as a copy, but it's not a good one and skips quite a lot, so when I saw the original for $14 I had to have it. The opening track "Stolen Car" has this great riff that sounds not unlike the Angel soundtrack, violins and guitars.

Moby 18. Yes, I am such a fangirl. This was the first one I listened to when I got back from work, and it is, as you'd expect from Moby, wonderful. [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] can expect a copy this weekend. :)

Travis The Invisible Band. Another new musician for me - I love The Man Who... so I decided on this one. Haven't listened to it yet, as I've run out of time at work, but I'll be tossing into the CD at home tonight. It does have "Sing" on it, which I remember from Triple J.

Michael Franti Songs From The Front Porch. Mr Franti goes acoustic. I figured it was as good a time as any to commence my love affair with him. :)

Two soundtracks: He Died With A Falafel In His Hand which has a nice mix of indie hits and weird stuff. Nick Cave rubs shoulders with Les Negresses Vertes and Deborah Conway does a remix of "Man Overboard". And there's the "Dr Who (Cybermen Remix) from Pound System, which I think I'll have to send to [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] should she have an email account that can deal with MP3s. Also Shine, which I picked up for $6. I've been wanting it for a while, but not enough to pay full price, and got lucky in the bargain bin. :)

Left behind - the two new Lucksmiths CDs, which were too close to full price and which I want to check the second-hand places for first, and Women at the Well, a collection of Paul Kelly songs done by Aussie female artists. Again, one to check the second hand places for.

And it's five o'clock and I've been given permission to depart. Catch you all later. :))

This is more like it.

I don't feel dead tonight.

This, as those who have been reading my LJ/know me, is an unusual occurance for the end of the (albeit shortened) working week. I'm a bit tired, yes, but it's a normal kind of tired, the kind of tired you expect after a long day of work. What's different is I don't feel absolutely energy-less, like my soul's been sucked out.

I feel good. *cues James Brown*

Not much happening otherwise - I am going to have an earlier night tonight, as tomorrow evening's plans don't call for that much in the way of sleep, and I am still a bit flu-ey. Not too bad, just a residual cough and a sniffle, but I don't want to overdo it. So, sleep tonight, and party tomorrow.

Something that occurred to me: Nick Cave's version of "The Passenger" is a good song to have in your head whilst you're walking anywhere. I was inches away from dancing my way to the tram stop. *grins* As it was, I was humming it to myself on the tram, and broke into song on the way home.

Damn, I feel great. *smooches the B12 bottle*