Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Yea, I get to post a positive post for a change!

(Oh christ, I’ve forgotten how to use the ‘unordered list’ html tag, zomg nerd embarrassment…)

- Rome is being repeated on pay TV - am trying to catch it whenever I’m at my parents’ place
- found a Killdozer album that my ex once lent to me (Uncompromising War on Art Under the Dictatorship of the Proletariat in particular, which I recall being hilarious)
- I ordered some xkcd tee shirts
- I also ordered some cool comics by a guy called Jamie McKelvie (whom Warren Ellis waxes lyrical over)
- read a funny poem by Shanna Compton
- I ordered two plays by Tom Stoppard and they’re waiting to be picked up already! They are Travesties and Arcadia
- tried kangaroo meat for the first time this week at a steakhouse
- got some Keep Calm and Carry On apparel
- am on a new antidepressant (paroxetine) which seems to be loads better than the previous one (in that I’m not throwing up nearly every morning, w00t!)
- got some lovely BPAL in the mail - after ordering a month ago! sheesh
- Neil Gaiman is in Melbourne-town!
- I have the love of not one, but two cats!
- I finally have an idea for a poem, but it requires me to do some research/reading on the poet Thomas Chatterton

My wallet got stolen at yoga last night of all places. Not happy. I had 55 bucks in there not including all the change I had and had prescriptions for not one but two of my happy pills. I’m stupidly procrastinating chasing up getting all my cards replaced, sigh.

Before that though I’ve been managing to have a good time. The night before last I went out for spuntini (Italian tapas) and went to see a French film called Hunting and Gathering which had Audrey Tautou in it (of Amelie fame). The spuntini I chose to eat were meatballs, a parmesan rice ball, crumbed fish fillet pieces and beer battered zucchini fries. It was a delicious meal! And the house white wasn’t bad either, been ages since I drank wine now that I seem to drink so much beer (living with a homebrewer will do that to you). After seeing the film we went to a local bookshop which I adore and I got Camille Paglia’s Break, Blow, Burn which is a poetry anthology and a graphic novel called Alice in Sunderland by Bryan Talbot which I found out about on Boing Boing. I also ordered (!!!) two books by the Californian poet whose poem I quoted in this entry - one is a book of his erotic poetry and the other a book about poetry.

The night before that I also went out to the pub with a workmate and had pumpkin soup with far too much cream and tried Pure Blonde beer for the first time. It’s supposed to be a low-carb beer (what an interesting concept, wouldn’t you agree?).

Over the weekend I went to see Beowulf 3D with a family friend which I really, really enjoyed. We got to wear these supremely geeky glasses which I’m still in possession of. They were far too big for my face and my friend said all I needed was the fake nose with the glasses. The screenplay was written by the darling Neil Gaiman (who has his finger in all manner of pies it seems!). God, to be as talented as Neil and capture the imagination of many, what a treat that would be.

I don’t blog for ages then I get all sorts of things I need to write about!

The day started off pretty badly - back to my usual antics of needing twelve hours sleep as I took my medication when I was supposed to this time. But I ventured into the city centre and got some important crap done then bought some comics! Now that I’m back at home I do feel much better than I did when I first woke up.

Rob, my housemate, and I have decided to conduct an amusing social experiment involving third housemate who goes by the nickname of Frosty (his last name being Frost and all). It has come to our attention that Frosty never buys toilet paper. Ever. It’s always Rob and I buying it when we run out (and I frequently fret about our running out, being a girl and all, I kind of use more than they do).

So we devised a cunning plan. Rob kindly bought some more toilet paper and we shared the packet and stashed it in our bedrooms. There is one communal roll left before we begin our BYO toilet paper experiment. We want to see what Frosty will get up to - will he a) finish up the tissue boxes (apparently this is what he resorts to) b) burst into our rooms and commandeer our own supplies or c) actually go out and get some? Also, will he cotton on to what’s going on or will he blissfully ignore? Will he ask us what the hell is going on? Serious metaphysical hijinks will ensue.

Yesterday evening I caught the Guggenheim exhibition with my pal Mark. We got to see some of this bizarre film cycle called The Cremaster Cycle and witness spectacles of pop art and much more contemporary art. It wasn’t quite as long as we both hoped and Mark felt it a bit abbreviated. I went in expecting to buy the catalogue and was so non-plussed by the exhibition that I held off and saved myself some dough. We were both totally drained after the exhibition and consoled ourselves by gorging on fast food burgers. It amazes me how much boys eat - Mark had two burgers. He needed a chaser after his first one, hahahaha.

Oh and according to Mark I whistle like a man. I throw darts like a girl according to Rob (well, duh, I am one) but I whistle like a man. Cool.

Cable has been on the blink all day, bloody Foxtel. Fat cow poet, do your job and take calls, sodding cow! The help line has been engaged for just as long as service has been cut.

Anyway, there were some noteworthy programmes - I’m over the moon that a new English history series has started up - David Starkey’s Henry VIII. Starkey is one of the more well-respected history doc guys, and he’s usually dry and posh, but he’s gone a bit…smutty? Is it because they now refer to him as Professor? There seems to be a bit of a trend in BBC type history documentaries to jazz up history and relate it to contemporary events.
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There is a small part of me that really wants to be a burlesque dancer. No, it doesn’t have anything to do with yesterday’s book purchase (or rather, I mean, I got that book because of my interest in it, rather than it making me interested in it).

Sadly, upon looking at the newly acquired book, it seems that I have this knack for picking professions I’m clearly meant to struggle to be any good at.
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Yes, indeed I had a nice day. Being yanked out of bed after only four hours sleep meant that I was shaky all day: because holding your breath when you need to do something requiring coordination is so fashionable…heh. I think not.
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It’s 4am, on Good Friday, and I’m watching this awesome but lame marathon of a programme on cable TV called Most Haunted. They are conducting some sort of ghost-hunting expedition in Clerkenwell’s House of Detention, in London.

Which leads me to Wikipedia. Yes, lame I know. At the bottom of the page are various places towns and boroughs in England (my gosh, there are a lot of them).
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Men are such bastards, perhaps I’m turning into a lesbian or something. Hey, it could be worse.
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Last night, I saw 2 films on cable, I, Robot and King Arthur: Director’s Cut. I’d really like to read the book that the first one was based on; Will Smith as a paranoid detective didn’t really cut for me (don’t worry dude, we all loved you in Fresh Prince…).
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