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Dio! Time To Go!
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Waiting for the Newcastle train to depart (15 minutes).
I'm due in at Broadmeadow at 4:15pm. Will meet Ben there. Will find a pub. Will have a few beverages. Will grab dinner. Will see Black Sabbath. Will have a good night. Will head back down tomorrow night. Will see you all on the weekend.
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I Will Be A Flash On Tuesday
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I don't know what it means, but I liked it. It was a sticker on the window of the train.
I wonder if whoever put it there IS a flash today.
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This time it's the announcer on Town Hall Station that is awesome.
He's been here for a few weeks now, but I've not really listened to him before (I usually have my mp3 player in my ears).
He has a calm voice, and after telling everyone that the train is late and to stay behind the yellow lines, he wished all the mothers on the station a happy mothers day this Sunday.
Bless.
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Fucken missed my train because 131500 told me it arrived at 4:21pm. Leanne just checked the city rail website and it says it arrived at 4:17pm, and the next was 4:30pm. Of course, I arrived on the platform at like 4:18pm or 4:19pm, too.
Thanks a fucking bunch, as if I wasn't in a shit enough mood.
Is it ironic that I work for 131500, and that my work was what was depressing me, and now it is work that kicked me in the pants one more time? No, not ironic; expected.
I don't think we manage the train timetables though, so I guess it isn't like that in the end anyway.
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I love it when the announcers on trains actually speak (as opposed to bark, mumble, shout or spew) their announcements. The guy on my train right now didn't say anything more than most people, but he read the list of upcoming stations out with a slow, definite, soothing, almost melodic voice.
It was if the soul of Barry White had entered the Pakistani's body.
Now, this guy doesn't say anything more than he has to, but I REALLY like the announcers that greet you, wish you a safe and enjoyable journey, and hope that our day is going well. Things like that make me happy.
It kinda reminds me of the busker that rides the trains. One time I was sitting on a train when someone in the centre part of the carriage started playing the flute, with an accompanying singer. Now that I reflect on upon it, I can't really remember the instrument... but anyway, live music started drifting through the carriage, and he started moving around. And after he finished the song, he walked around with a hat.
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Oooh! The announcer just announced. So smooth.
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Now, the asking for money afterward marred the moment a touch, but when you frame it in the context of a busker (rather than a spontaneous commuter), then you accept it as part of it all.
Anyway. I really liked that.
Although there was that one time we were sitting in Subway on Broadway when this random guy came in and started singing an Elvis song to us (I wish I could remember which one). He sang for some time, we all clapped, and he noticed we were taking our wallets out, and he simply said "Oh no, no, it's because you're such beautiful people."
That was fucking fantastic.
Listening to: Jamiroquai - Twenty Zero One (my jukebox is on random).
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Man. Riding on the train sucks.
I finished my book on the way in today. I'm not tired enough to sleep. My DS is at home.
I'm bored.
I was looking at places to move on the Internet today. I'm thinking Pyrmont. There's a really nice 1 bedroom apartment there, and it's only $320 pw. Now, that's only $10 less than what we're paying now, but it will save me $32 pw on train travel (I can walk to work), plus it has a pool and gym, a dishwasher, security, and a 24 hour concierge. And I won't have to catch a fucking train home! Or be stuck at the station for 22 minutes waiting for a damned train either (as happened today).
So that'll be hot.
Only, we can't look at it this weekend (up at the Hunter with the TC crew), and we have to give 21 days notice before leaving West Ryde. So. Not yet a perfect plan.
We'll see.
Listening to: Ween - Live in Chicago
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Been a while, eh?
You probably could have guessed that I finally (what's so final about it?) remembered to bring my book. So my morning commute has been spent reading it, rather than posting a blog.
Anyways.
I'm pretty confident that the last thing I left you with was the Presidents concert. Pretty confident. How long ago was that? 1 week 4 days. I bet you've been lonely without a post for so long!
I don't really remember anything spectacular about the week after the Presidents, so I'll start with the weekend following (aka last weekend).
The weekend had been nominated as a "weekend of international festivities." Friday was a Southern Night, celebrated with Kentucky Fried Chicken (predictive text insists on the much less appetising Kentucky Dried Chicken), Southern Comfort and Coke (which was actually rather tasty), and the movie The Ladykillers (another wonderful Cohen Brothers film).
Saturday was celebrated with a trip to Ikea, in recognition of Sweden's recent performance in the "least corrupt countries" list. I might add that we also celebrated this with a plate of meatballs. Ikea is... odd. I can understand their crappilly made cheap stuff, but even their expensive stuff is crappilly made. What's the deal with that? Chipboard? Get over it Sweden. Or at least use the high grade stuff. Losers. And your meatballs were SUB-PAR!
For dinner, we decided to celebrate Australia's proud American heritage by going to the Outback Steakhouse in North Strathfield. I'd been to the one in Parklea before (for Pete's 19th) and thought it only average. On Saturday it was AWESOME. Most of us (us being Jon, Boggle, Brendan, Leanne and I) ordered the ribs, but Brendan got a Big Bugger Burger. We were all fucken stoked with our meals. They were the most tender ribs I've ever had; you didn't need a knife! You could just pull them apart as if they were perforated! Awesome! And the Bloomin Onion was awesome too. Oh man, I've just made myself hungry. Best part was that it only cost like $30 inc entree and a 650mL beer. Fucken A.
Sunday was Nat's annual birthday BBQ, but that story will have to wait as I just arrived at Town Hall.
Listening to: Melvins (Their directory on random)
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God dammit! I forgot to bring a book again!
And I'm all sweaty because I had to run for the train, too.
Stoopid Summer.
At least I've got Mario.
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I've been meaning to bring a book with me to help with the commuting, and I consistently forget. Dammit.
So it's been a while since I've posted, yeah? No real reason. I spent the weekend up at the Hunter (no PC or phone reception there). Sunday night was the Fat Freddy's Drop concert (which I'll come to in a moment). Monday night was spent at West Ryde (no 'net), and I plumb forgot last night.
So, depending on how bored I feel, and if I can really be bothered, I may or may not fill you in on the details.
Give me a moment to decide.
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Consider yourselves lucky.
So I headed up to the Hunter with Pete on Friday night (Mum was already up there). I haven't been up there for a while, so it was good to see it again. It looks really good. Mum has had some gardners in and they've done a whole heap of work - including grading the driveway. Those of you heading up this weekend for Pubfest will be able to see it. Looks tops. Who is coming up anyway? I'll make some calls tonight.
Saturday actually involved the family going down to Sydney to see Alex's baseball game. The plan was that he and Ally would come up afterward. But Alex decided that he wanted to go to the after game party instead. And seeing that it wasn't Mum's birthday until Monday, Mum said it would be fine. So Mum, Peter and I headed back up and went straight to dinner at the Swill and Grill in Cessnock. Bit of a waste of a day really, considering I had to start heading down to Sydney by about Midday the next day. So, not the most eventful of weekends.
But, Sunday was the Fat Freddy's Drop concert. The original plan was to get some weed before hand, but the rainy weather dampened our enthusiasm (so to speak...). So we (Ross, Jon and I) just went for the usual steak dinner at the Coopers hotel (whose actual name I forget), and had a few beers, and then headed over to the Entertainment Quarter for a few more drinks until the doors to The Forum opened. I'd never been to a concert at The Forum before. I really like it (probably even more than The Metro/Century). The layout is fucking great, and it's still small enough to be intimate (as intimate as a 2000 capacity venue could be). Check it out if you can.
Wow, this post is getting big. The phone is slowing as I type now.
So there were 2 opening bands. One was just two (very attractive) girls on mics MCing to a DJ playing dub reggae. They were good though. But then the next group came on; The Resurrectors. A 9 piece Aussie reggae group (but with members from all over the world), complete with a wheelchair-bound guitarist (and the first fat solo I've heard in a reggae band). Holy shit they went off. So much so that I bought their CD. They were so energetic!
And, despite their energy and enthusiasm, Fat Freddy's Drop didn't disappoint. They were fucken awesome. Over 2 hours of awesome in fact! A really great show. The trombone player was a fucking legend. He was grooving the whole time. Actually grooving is too litte a word. He was FUNKING THE FUCK OUT the whole time. Legend. A really, really good show. We were all struttin our funk (Jon included), along with the entire audience. Fucking kickass. As an example of how awesome it was, I didn't find myself getting restless at all. Usually at concerts by about an hour into the main show, my mind starts wandering, and I can't concentrate on the show too much. I usually start to wish that it would end. Not with Freddy. Was groovin the whole time and lovin it. And the encore when they played Wandering Eye was the appropriate climax that all shows should have (but so often don't). Amazing. I didn't get home until 2am though, and had to work the next day. Crappo. Red Bull is my friend.
Did I tell you about Big Day Out tickets? About how I had to stay up to get them? About how I was worried that something went wrong? Well, it did. I don't have any Big Day Out tickets. And they're now sold out. The only way to get tickets is to put your name down on a ballot form, and they'll randomly draw 500-1000 names per week, and they'll be the lucky ones that are allowed to buy no more than 2 of the last 10,000 tickets. At an inflated price I might add. This whole situation has me so pissed off that I don't really want to type about it. If you ask me about it, I can give you a detailed (and probably offensive) account of it all.
Ben (from work) will probably stay over on Thursday night, as he's heading north on Friday, and wants to leave from the Northside so that he can avoid the city.
I'm also getting paid this week, but not too much, as I only worked 68 hours this fortnight (compared to the usual 80). Lame.
Would you look at that; it's time to change trains.
Later!
Listening to: Megadeth - Sweating Bullets
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For the first part of this week I was sent to Gordon to train bus drivers on how to mark up maps for editing for TC. Fun. The people were nice enough, and Belinda from work accompanied me anyway. The work was dull (even more than usual), but I finished early (but still got 7 hours pay), so that's not so bad. I was back at work as per usual yesterday, and finding more errors with the Shorelink stuff. Oh man I hope I haven't fucked anything up too bad. I don't really think I have, but I have the niggling feeling that I've wasted alot of time in doing it all. I'll find out soon enough.
Also, after having to go to Gordon early in the week, I've been getting up earlier, yet despite having time to burn, I've not yet made the early train. I've not been catching the later express that I've talked about, but not the earliest of options either (the one I've never caught).
Is it school holidays? There seems to be an inordinate amount of plain clothed children on the train as of late. Hehe. Sounds like a special task force.
Have I started to bore you yet? Just you wait.
I bought the SD adaptor for my DS last night (+ a 1GB card + a card reader for the PC) so soon I'll be able to play home brew software & games. Tops. Well, I have to flash the firmware first, and for that I need Mario 64 DS (US Version), as the tool I have to re-flash it needs that game to run. So last night I emailed some guy on ebay about sending it to Australia. NOW you know what boredom is!
Barwick called last night, and we're meant to be going out with him tonight. See what happens...
Listening to: Strapping Young Lad - City (album). It totally rocks my hairy anus.
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Felt tired this morning, and for the first time since starting work, I felt like staying in bed, rather than waking up. I'm going to try and have an early night tonight.
Because of this I left the house late this morning, so I'm catching the later express train (and to really mix things up, I'm travelling in the front carriage! Aren't I whacky?). It's more comfortable anyway, and despite leaving 10 minutes later than my other train, I only get into work 5 minutes later than usual (which I might add is still considered "on time") Where's the inspiration to catch the normal train, I ask?
My DS informed me during lunch time yesterday that the battery needed charging, so I read on the way home (and on the way in too, but just because I wanted to). I'm reading Terry Pratchett's <i>Guards, Guards!</i> (thought I'd see if html works on email blog posts). I really like Pratchett. It's funny, clever, insightful and the characters are great. So yeah. Pratchett = winner!
I thought there would be a chance that the front carriage would be less crowded. Nope. Lost the seat next to me by Beecroft (at least she's cute).
And I think that's it. Thanks for keeping me entertained.
Listening to: Kyuss - Wretch (not as good as their other work - verging on not good. Yeah. Pretty average. But not bad as such. And the last track is good. I suppose that's why there aren't any songs off this album on the Best Of)
PS The carriage now has people standing. So much for my theory.
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Yes folks, the moment I've been waiting for: pay day.
Despite the schedule stating that I would be paid on a Thursday, when I checked my email last night, there was my pay slip in there. So I checked my balance and hey presto! There it was. Tops. I've already spent a whole lot though. Probably too much. I think I may pass on getting the 60GB HDD this week (there's no cheap sellers on ebay at the moment anyway). We'll see. I'm also going to get my DS tonight, and a game too. I think I'll probably just end up downloading the games that were stolen from me - I don't really want to pay for them again. But of course I have to get the SD adapter for the DS before I can do that. It'll probably have to wait until next pay (or when my tax comes through, whichever comes first). Then I want to replace my camera too.
Fun.
Work is getting along, but every hour, more and more errors appear in my data, but I'm getting through it.
Going to the Opera with Mum tomorrow night. Seriously. A Puccini Opera (I don't remember what one). Typically, it's casual Friday, so I can either get Mum to bring clothes to me that night, or I can just wear nice clothes at work, and be out of place all day.
Keen to go out Saturday night. Really keen. But Marty has a farewell gathering at The Ranch that night, and I can't miss that. So I think I'll go there to "warm up" so to speak, and then head some place more interesting. Don't know where though. I'm sick of Balmain, so I'm thinking somewhere in the city. Somewhere new and exciting in the city, I might add.
Saturday I'm going looking at houses with Brendan and Leanne (sorry Ross, they asked me first after all).
I'll see if I can get some driving time in on the weekend too.
And Monday is work again. We have a new guy starting Monday too. So many fresh faces at work (me included, obviously).
Oh, did I say I'm going to get Mars Volta tickets this morning too? Golden.
Got the intercity train this morning, but alas, I am not lucky enough to have a seat to myself. Oh well. Life's hard, isn't it?
I think that is all now.
Later!
Listening to: The Mars Volta - Frances The Mute (getting me in the mood. Hot stuff!)
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I brought a book with me on Friday, so you probably noticed that there were few updates. Well, I've just about finished that book, so I figure I'll write something in my blog to help save what is left of my book for the trip home.
But anyway.
There was still little work to do up to Friday, so my boss assigned me with "prep" work. This is more complex than what I was doing before, and there are more decisions that need to be made, as well as more training.
This should be fine. Except the person that input the data that I'm working with was a fucking monkey. There are soooo many errors and inconsistencies that it's going to take me all of this week (and maybe part of next) to find and correct them all. To exemplify how many errors there are, the error report was 24 pages long. Gaybo.
I'm not sure I have a strong enough concept of our data to be making the kind of decisions that need to be made in doing this, so I'll still be hassling my trainers for info on best practice. In a couple of weeks I should be comfortable enough with my own decisions though.
Also, our new manager wants us to start working a minimum 40 hour week (whereas before it was a maximum 40 hour week). I'll be happy for the money, but I'll have to start getting into work earlier. About 8:30am should be early enough.
Went up to the Hunter this weekend for a haircut. I like it. Feels better to have shorter hair again.
I also tried the mentos and diet coke experiment with Peter. Fun. We decided that it would be awesome that next time one of Peter's friends is drinking diet coke, he should tell them to try a "mint swirler" by dropping a mentos into it - also telling them that it is tasty as. Obviously he'd have to stand back. Awesome.
So yeah. Work yesterday was really just error checking and hassling Lex for info on how to fix the errors. Work today will be much the same.
"Next stop Strathfield. Stand clear, doors closing."
Listening to: Faith No More - Angeldust (hey, what's that FNM song that ends with Mike Patton screaming "Help!" "Help!" "Help!" "Help!" [notice the pause between the "Helps"] I'm pretty sure it's off of Album of the Year. Comment me the answer [this is actually just a ploy to get you people to start leaving comments]).
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Got an express intercity train today, so I should get the seats to myself at least until Strathfield.
Didn't bring a book today (thus why I'm writing this) because my bag was too full of sandwiches. I'm so broke that I had to get Jon to buy bread and stuff yesterday so that I could eat today (thanks heaps Jon).
It looks as if I spoke too soon on the seat thing. We're at West Ryde and the seat next to me was just taken. He kinda smells too. At least it's more comfortable than the normal trains.
So yeah. That's it. Back to Solitaire.
Listening to: Living Things - Ahead of the Lions.
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Yup, train trips are dull. I'm pretty happy that I get on at Thornleigh though, as I always get a seat. It'd suck having to stand.
So, what's interesting to look at on the train today? Certainly not the scenery. Any attractive ladies? I can't really be sure, as none are facing me.
What else?
There's one of those technology/lifestyle newspaper pull-outs on the floor, but I took a look at it earlier, and it was only "journalists" putting forth bias (read: paid) reviews of products I don't want/need/could make my own mind up on.
So what else?
I played Solitaire for a little while - as I do every train trip - but thought this activity had the potential to be interesting. I think I was wrong, and I'm pretty sure you're just as bored as I (What are you doing, Simon! The fourth wall! The fourth wall!).
Ha how funny is that, when I type wall, y2k comes up before I've typed the last "l" in wall. I wonder how often THAT has been typed across Nokias worldwide. Why freakin add it?
I was gonna bring a book today; I plum forgot (is that how you spell plum in this situation?). I don't know if I should bring my current State of The Universe(s) book (which is beginning to bore me, as I'm reading it so rarely), or grab the next Terry Pratchet book. Wow, such decisions. Isn't life hard?
Anyway, it looks like I've wasted enough time rambling; we just left Central.
Until next time.
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How funny has the world become?
On the train I'm sitting across from a Middle Eastern looking guy. He's carrying a bag and he looks fidgety or nervous.
And this makes me nervous.
I blame the media (Well actually religion could take more of the blame for the situation... but I'm blaming the media for talking about it all the time).
That's all. Just thought I'd share a little moment of unjustified fear.
Listening to: Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble of Shadows - The Vampyre Sucking at His Own Wound (an album by my favourite goth band. Love 'em!)
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I'm currently sitting on the train from Newcastle, on my way to Hornsby to meet Jon; we're going to see V for Vendetta. Jon's not welcome home tonight because his brothers girlfriend is coming home tonight after being away for 3 months. 'nuff said.
But anyway... about my weekend.
Friday I spent with my dear friend Linden, whom I've not seen in a very long time. We watched The Proposition (the Nick Cave movie). It was pretty good. I'd like to see it again to think it over a bit more. I didn't think it was 5 star material...
Boggle and I also went over to Jon's to waste time for a bit when Linden went to dinner.
I stayed the night at Linden's because I was meeting Alex at Gordon station at 6am. We were heading to Newcastle for a job, and after that I was meeting Sophie there.
The job went well (despite Alex being drunk from a party the night before), and I met up with Sophie easily.
Ah, Sophie. I'm totally fucking smitten, as is she. We spent the rest of the weekend together at my Hunter Valley house. We even made sushi! We've both fallen for each other very hard and very fast. Yeah, so smitten.
So, if the weekend consisted of me just seeing Soph, it would have been fucking brilliant, but it didn't.
Tool also released their new album, and I picked it up on Saturday. I haven't listened to it yet (AH!), because of not being able to give it the attention it deserves with Sophie around (or was it not being able to Give Sophie the attention she deserves with the album around?). So I'm fucking keen to hear it. It's got a fucking cool cover, complete with a stereoscope! Fucken A.
But that's not all that happened.
I also received a letter from the Kentucky Consulate Center. I've been selected for the final round of diversity visas. There's a 50/50 chance of me getting a green card! Fucken A! I have to return some forms, then I'll be notified of an interview date, them, if approved, I pay the near $1000 fee, and then I can live, work and learn in the states! To say it again, Fucken A! I might have to go to the states within 6 months of it being issued though... better start saving.
So this weekend was dream-like; a beautiful woman I love, a new Tool album and the chance to get a Green Card.
Magic.
Listening to: The Proposition Soundtrack. Moody...
Hey people!
At home right now typing this on a proper keyboard (yay!), so it may have some detail.
Sooooooo shortly after writing my last post (well, not that shortly) Agata messaged me saying that she was in the movies the day before (so couldn't answer her phone) and was at work that day (once again unable to answer her phone), and asked for me to meet her at 10:45am outside the BDO, allowing enough time to catch Wolf & Cub at 11am. Yay!
So that night I had dinner with Linden and Jess, and stayed the night at Linden's. Jess and Monique went out to the city that night with the Canadians that we met in NZ. Linden didn't want to go out (and nor I) so we stayed at home... anyway, that was a dull tangent.
So I checked all the timetables to find out when I would have to leave to get to BDO by 10:45am, but of course we didn't even make the first train. Linden and Monique were dawdling (sp?) around that morning, and even when we were leaving with enough time to just make the train, Tom (Linden's younger brother - who was coming with us) realised he had left the tickets at home. So no chance of making that train.
So we caught the next. And it stopped at North Sydney because of a train broken down on the Harbour Bridge (the train we missed?). The conductor said that there were "indefinite" delays. So we decided to walk across the bridge to Wynyard and catch the train from there... of course when we were half way across the bridge the trains started up again. 3 passed us by the time we were at the other side... yeesh. I let Agata know that I would be late, and it turned out she would be too.
So we hop on at Wynyard (after a 10-15 minute wait) to go to Lidcombe. Of course by now I've missed the entire Wolf & Cub set. Maybe I could catch some of The Presets (who started at midday).
Arriving at Lidcombe we miss the Olympic Park train by less than 1 minute (no real drama).
Upon arrival to Olympic Park, we were greeted with the longest queue I have ever seen for anything (including BDO). Holy cow. This is infuriating. I've now missed The Presets, and am about to miss Gerling (who started at 1pm). We eventually get in (I ran into James Giddins from High School in the massive queue), and I ruch over to the main stage to line up for entry into the D-Pit (the mosh section at the front), and Gerling start when I'm in that line, but when they do the line starts moving, and I get in!
So I groove over toward Gerling to finally let my Big Day Out begin. Agata appears from behind to greet me, and I get a picture message from Ross showing that he is enjoying Gerling from the D-Pit too. I greet Agata and tell her of my adventures in, and we watch Gerling. We ended up spending the next few hours together, and in that time Linden, Monique, Tom and Ross all come meet us, and later in the arvo, Agata's friends too.
So, in the D-pit I saw
Gerling
Magic Dirt
Mudvayne
Wolfmother
Hilltop Hoods
and Kings of Leon
I wasn't originally going to see Kings of Leon (Henry Rollins was doing a spoken word on another stage at that time), but after Jason, Linden, Tom and Agata all recommended them, how could I resist? They were totally cool! But, alas, I had to leave when they were done. There were other acts to see elsewhere, and I also hadn't eaten all day. So this meant goodbye to Agata, as she was staying in the d-pit for the rest of the day. I feel really bad about the goodbye though. There was only a quick goodbye because I thought she was going to walk up to the exit (of the d-pit) with me (to get some water - as the hose was right next to the exit). She grabbed my hand, and I kept walking, thinking she would follow me, I walk through the crowd, turn around, and she's gone. Ah shit. There were things I wanted to say... shit. I hate goodbyes like that. So I SMS'ed an apology and a sort-of goodbye, and left for some lunch.
I had just bought a grilled chicken burger when Alex called me, so I met up with him. We then left to catch The Herd (totally mad). Ross then messaged me to meet him, and my phone battery died. Luckily he knew I was at The Herd, so we were able to meet up.
We then headed over to Cut Copy, and Linden, Monique and Tom met us there.
Man, Cut Copy were funky as shit! Loved 'em. Gotta check more of their stuff out.
Next up were the band I'd been waiting to see since they were first announced: The Mars Volta. I'd heard alot about their live shows, and wasn't disappointed. Maybe a little too much improv, but overall they were great. Alas, my experience was marred by trying to locate Alex during the performance. Eventually we gave up and I started concentrating on the show again. Yeah, they totally rawked!
So after that, I was pretty buggered. Gave up on watching Cog, and waited to meet up with Linden and co.
I might add that in seeing The Mars Volta, I had to miss seeing Iggy & The Stooges as well as The White Stripes. Oh well, The Mars Volta, didn't disappoint.
The next day at Linden's I watched Batman Begins (I hadn't actually seen it yet), and Skeleton Key. I liked em both. I also watched a shit load of Robot Chicken. I like that show alot. So stupid, so funny.
I then went to Linden's local (The Greengate) with Linden, Monique, Jess, Mel (Linden's cousin), Dave (Mel's friend), Ross, Jon, Boggle, Brendan and Leanne. Not a bad night. I owe Boggle a beer.
I came home the next day, in order to find my NZ assignment for Agata, write a letter to Helen, and write emails to Amanda and Megan. Let's hope I get it done.
Oh, and Rockbox (for my mp3 player) now mas BMP support, so the While Playing Screen looks funk-ass! Stoked!
So yeah. There you go, my Big Day Out.
Until next time!
Listening to: Jacknife Lee - Muy Rico! (Album)
