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Thanks to [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] for sending me this wonderfully wanky thread by someone who is giving up vegetariansim after eight years because he/she can't handle the pressure people put on him/her. There's the whole gamut - outraged die-hard vegetarians defending their lifestyles to the last inch, defensive meat eaters subjecting everyone (yet again) to descriptions of the perfect steak as being the reason why humans must eat meat, recipes for tofu and salad, abuse of the Standard American Diet, the joy of Burger King Veggie Burgers (which have more fat in them than anything else I've eaten in the last eight years combined, I swear)... It's a whole lot of snarky fun, and if I'd gotten around to using that JournalFen code Seraph sent me, I'd be posting it to the non-fandom Fandom_Wank. :)
Oct. 15th, 2003
Will you miss me when you're sober...?
Oct. 15th, 2003 12:00 pmOkay, I've scrounged as much work as I've been able, and I'm out again. Still, it's 12 pm, I'll be able to go and have lunch and waste another half hour in a bit.
But first, gloatage over last night's show with Deborah Conway. :)
I've got to say, the Famous Speigeltent (not that famous, since I'd never heard of it before, but then again this time last year I was in Florida *sighs*) is a rather nifty venue. Although the seats could be a bit more comfy and maybe not there at all, so if you want to dance, you can. But any way, it's non smoking, has a bar and if you get there early you can get seats right up the front - it's non-allocated seating. I did indeed get there early, and sat reading Naomi Kline's Fences and Windows more portable than No Logo, which I'll be reading next), listening to the inane babble of yuppies with half and ear (they were practically standing on top of me, so I couldn't avoid it), when a waitress appears from the nearby bar and asks if I want a drink. Perfect, since I was on my own and had no-one to mind my spot. So there I was, sipping red wine, drinking in the balmy spring night and deciding that yes, I do like living in Melbourne. :)
So, onto the show. Deborah, with her band, named the Sleepwalkers in the fifteen minutes before going on, is as much of a diva live as she is recorded, and whilst the show was acoustic, she still managed to hit the notes she's known for. She sang a combination of songs from her forthcoming album (which I shall have to investigate getting, I can see this now) and some of her better known older songs, including "Will You Miss Me When You're Sober?", "It's Only The Beginning", "Alive and Brilliant" and the one that has a chorus of "goodbye, goodbye, today will be tomorrow/ goodbye, goodbye, tomorrow's almost here..." whose name I've obviously misplaced in the mental filing.
I had the strangest sense of familiarity, looking up at her. She's in her late thirties, possibly early fourties (she's been performing since the Eighties - some will remember Do Re Mi), but looks far, far younger. There's also this sense of energy, of passion, about her, a feeling that whilst she's had some tough times, she loves life and intends to get the most out of it. And she was having fun, up there on the stage, even though it was the Yuppie Audience From Hell who were far too busy worrying about how their clothes and hair were sitting to actually, y'know, move in time to the music (I think I bugged the couple sitting next to me with my chair dancing). ;)
I wanna be like Deborah when I grow up. :)
As a closer, they did "Man Overboard". With a double bass, acoustic guitar, keyboards and a banjo. And it was still a rocking good song.
Got home late-ish (close to midnight, which is late if it's a work night), tucked myself into bed and slept like the dead.
But first, gloatage over last night's show with Deborah Conway. :)
I've got to say, the Famous Speigeltent (not that famous, since I'd never heard of it before, but then again this time last year I was in Florida *sighs*) is a rather nifty venue. Although the seats could be a bit more comfy and maybe not there at all, so if you want to dance, you can. But any way, it's non smoking, has a bar and if you get there early you can get seats right up the front - it's non-allocated seating. I did indeed get there early, and sat reading Naomi Kline's Fences and Windows more portable than No Logo, which I'll be reading next), listening to the inane babble of yuppies with half and ear (they were practically standing on top of me, so I couldn't avoid it), when a waitress appears from the nearby bar and asks if I want a drink. Perfect, since I was on my own and had no-one to mind my spot. So there I was, sipping red wine, drinking in the balmy spring night and deciding that yes, I do like living in Melbourne. :)
So, onto the show. Deborah, with her band, named the Sleepwalkers in the fifteen minutes before going on, is as much of a diva live as she is recorded, and whilst the show was acoustic, she still managed to hit the notes she's known for. She sang a combination of songs from her forthcoming album (which I shall have to investigate getting, I can see this now) and some of her better known older songs, including "Will You Miss Me When You're Sober?", "It's Only The Beginning", "Alive and Brilliant" and the one that has a chorus of "goodbye, goodbye, today will be tomorrow/ goodbye, goodbye, tomorrow's almost here..." whose name I've obviously misplaced in the mental filing.
I had the strangest sense of familiarity, looking up at her. She's in her late thirties, possibly early fourties (she's been performing since the Eighties - some will remember Do Re Mi), but looks far, far younger. There's also this sense of energy, of passion, about her, a feeling that whilst she's had some tough times, she loves life and intends to get the most out of it. And she was having fun, up there on the stage, even though it was the Yuppie Audience From Hell who were far too busy worrying about how their clothes and hair were sitting to actually, y'know, move in time to the music (I think I bugged the couple sitting next to me with my chair dancing). ;)
I wanna be like Deborah when I grow up. :)
As a closer, they did "Man Overboard". With a double bass, acoustic guitar, keyboards and a banjo. And it was still a rocking good song.
Got home late-ish (close to midnight, which is late if it's a work night), tucked myself into bed and slept like the dead.
This thread found in [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] is absolutely hysterical. GW is such a slut.
Love affairs of the distant kind.
Oct. 15th, 2003 10:31 pmSo there was a message on my answering service when I got home this afternoon.
Yes, this is a memorable thing. Most of my social arrangements are conducted via email, LJ, or they're spur of the moment, Steve asking me as three o'clock approaches if I want to go down the pub for a couple after work. So the phone doesn't get used that much, beyond my internet connection. And when it does ring, most times I'm around to get it. Unless it's the weekend or I have visitors. ;)
No, it wasn't Michael-from-Friday-night. It was a [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], calling from Canada to ramble about leaking ceilings and pumpkin pies (that's as far you you got, dude), and things she can't tell me for a couple of weeks and sugar soap. All of which made me smile, and laugh at the same places she laughed. A couple of spots I found myself trying to answer her, which didn't work so well. ;P
The message has been saved, along with a couple of Dex's - there's something comforting about having some of my favourite people rambling at me, even if it's via an old message, especially when they're far away.
Hey, that could be a fun sorta meme - those who a) have my number, and b) want to spend five minutes (max) leaving a long distance message on my answering service, do so. To be saved against future drought periods, and that way I wouldn't have to guilt people to contact me, I could just replay my messages. ;) See how wacky and amusing you can get - if you call between 9 and 5 Monday to Friday, Australian time, you're pretty much guaranteed to get the machine and not me.
It's a good way to get around that time zone issue too. ;)
***
I rode home on the wings of a storm today. We'd already had one storm front move through - thunder and lightning and a sudden deluge of rain - and I'd left work early to try and avoid the second. I was partly successful; I escaped the thunder and lightning and pitch blackness of sky, but I did get a bit on the soggy side. Especially when the road flooded on Royal Parade - even moving around to the shallowest part (and into the traffic to do so), I still got wet feet. Just as well I hadn't stripped the mudguards off the bike yet. I'm signed up to ride the Port To Port in early November, and Cecil is going to have to undergo a weight loss program, involving removal of extraneous bits - mudguards, rack, light bracket (which I've been meaning to take off anyway, since BRM still has my faulty battery and the chances of him ever fixing it and returning it a pretty slim.
The upshot of all this is my bathroom is full of wet cycling gear, and Cecil is going to need more oil on the chain tomorrow.
***
Bed for me now, I think. I'm rather sleepy. Night all.
Yes, this is a memorable thing. Most of my social arrangements are conducted via email, LJ, or they're spur of the moment, Steve asking me as three o'clock approaches if I want to go down the pub for a couple after work. So the phone doesn't get used that much, beyond my internet connection. And when it does ring, most times I'm around to get it. Unless it's the weekend or I have visitors. ;)
No, it wasn't Michael-from-Friday-night. It was a [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], calling from Canada to ramble about leaking ceilings and pumpkin pies (that's as far you you got, dude), and things she can't tell me for a couple of weeks and sugar soap. All of which made me smile, and laugh at the same places she laughed. A couple of spots I found myself trying to answer her, which didn't work so well. ;P
The message has been saved, along with a couple of Dex's - there's something comforting about having some of my favourite people rambling at me, even if it's via an old message, especially when they're far away.
Hey, that could be a fun sorta meme - those who a) have my number, and b) want to spend five minutes (max) leaving a long distance message on my answering service, do so. To be saved against future drought periods, and that way I wouldn't have to guilt people to contact me, I could just replay my messages. ;) See how wacky and amusing you can get - if you call between 9 and 5 Monday to Friday, Australian time, you're pretty much guaranteed to get the machine and not me.
It's a good way to get around that time zone issue too. ;)
***
I rode home on the wings of a storm today. We'd already had one storm front move through - thunder and lightning and a sudden deluge of rain - and I'd left work early to try and avoid the second. I was partly successful; I escaped the thunder and lightning and pitch blackness of sky, but I did get a bit on the soggy side. Especially when the road flooded on Royal Parade - even moving around to the shallowest part (and into the traffic to do so), I still got wet feet. Just as well I hadn't stripped the mudguards off the bike yet. I'm signed up to ride the Port To Port in early November, and Cecil is going to have to undergo a weight loss program, involving removal of extraneous bits - mudguards, rack, light bracket (which I've been meaning to take off anyway, since BRM still has my faulty battery and the chances of him ever fixing it and returning it a pretty slim.
The upshot of all this is my bathroom is full of wet cycling gear, and Cecil is going to need more oil on the chain tomorrow.
***
Bed for me now, I think. I'm rather sleepy. Night all.
