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I've been thinking...

About a phrase that I use constantly, and which I think dates me pretty severely. Mainly because, whenever I use it around a certain person who shall remain nameless, she completely ignores it. I think it befuddles her as much as my constant reference to the 'Twisties' commercial with Natalie Imbruglia... you know - the one where she's the usherette at the movies, and the Heartthrob steps down from the silver screen and whisks her off to... a beach?...

Anyways,

"Synchronise Swatches"

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

I'm not going to give the answer, just post the following Visual Clue....

And NO googling...

Compare and Contrast

Am trying desperately hard to keep my eyes open... think I am going to lose the battle shortly...

This is what you get when you go to a gig on a school night. And when said gig is roughly 70km from your house. And when rocking gigsters don't finish their set until after 11pm. My goodness peoples! Some of us have to get home to bed because we're old and boring!

But in other news, Augie March rocked last night!

I have some questions, I have some observations, I'll just put them Out There shall I?....

• When did people start videoing the whole damn concert on their phones? How much memory do they have on their phones anyway???? And there's no bopping, or even clapping, to be done when you're standing holding your phone at arm's length recording....
• It is most excellent to have a MegaFanBoy with you, who will helpfully shout out to the audience that the particular song they are trying to clap to is actually in 3/4 time, "It's a waltz people!", and that they should just stop clapping really.
• Cute little teenyboppers, new converts to the deliciously wordy church of Augie March... Singing their earnest little hearts out to each of the Moo! songs played. Then standing in baffled silence during songs from earlier albums. Hee! So cute!
• The ability to breathe - a refreshing change from the last time I saw the March at Yallah. And the gigs I went to during my rocking (or, lets face it, just moderately less quiet) phase... The joy of being able to jump straight into bed without having to rid oneself of the stench of stale cigarette...
• Ha! New band name! Sonny Downtown and the Rowdy Table... in which I shall play the triangle. Sonny Downtown being the bass-playing MegaFan Boy. Apparently triangle-playing is harder than it looks. Pfft.
• Problematic reminiscing on trains... Is it at all possible that I could have pashed the brother of my dearest KT80 (heavily pregnant wife of SD) at the Sutherland Bop?* Because it was ascertained that we both attended the Boom Crash Opera gig at the Sutho Bop, way back in the mists of time....

Anyway, the rambling is a result of only 5 hours of sleep, instead of my required 9. And the fact that I'm still full from enjoying a Sunday of pure gluttony - yum cha with Chesty and Shrooms (and the BBQ Pork products were in plentiful supply... how I adore Marigold!) - and then tapas and sangria with Kate & Dunc.

And the constant refrain here at C&C: I really need some coffee...




* After much consideration, I've decided it's not possible - I never pashed boys from Oatley for goodness sakes! I have standards... I only pashed boys from Wollooware.

The Getting of a Life

WooHoo!!!!!!

I just bought tickets. I love tickets!!!!

Tickets to see Adam Hills at the Enmore in May!

I do love a funny man, especially one who's a Shire Boy at heart. I have a soft spot for Shire Boyz... Especially ones born in 1970...

MrB and I have decided, (well I've decided, MrB just agrees with me) that 2007 is going to be the year of Going Out. To Actual Things.
This is quite liberating after almost 12 years of married life in which the predominant theme has been Not Going Out. Mainly because of small children, lack of money, lack of baby-sitters, lack of a knowledge that there was Stuff to Go To anyways...

But, we're throwing caution to the wind and booking tickets left, right and centre... So far we're going to:

• Augie March (yay! and not even at Yallah! At the Metro!)
• Dylan Moran
• Adam Hills

And these are things that are actually booked and paid for...

We are so committed to this Going Out thing.

Heinous!

Can anyone tell me how Law and Order: SVU ended last night?

Because I got up in disgust and walked out, just when that pregnant lady was arrested for obstruction and they were going to forcibly test her amniotic fluids... Suddenly washing the dishes became an extremely pressing matter.


BUT! My Goodness! That shot, in the pre-credits, where Elliot is getting dressed in the semi-dark, in response to an urgent phone-call from a soon-to-be-deaded victim.

*Gulp!*


Ahem. Now, where was I?


MrB has this quite annoying game whereby he quizzes me as to whether I agree with the attractiveness of various people on the tv. So last night he was doing it during the credits of L&O:SVU.
The DA (can't remember her bloody name)? nup (says me)
Tutuola? nup.
Munch? yeah, kinda actually.
The ME? yep, definitely.
The Chief? nup.

Stabler? *blushes* *grins* erm...

Cue MrB pissing himself laughing at me.

yep. gotta love Thursday nights in front of the telly. My Name is Earl AND a little bit of Stabler.

It's all good.

Knicker-knottery

I may have got my knickers in just a tiny bit of a knot the other day... There was ranting and raving, but luckily I managed to keep it all on the inside, and therefore my sweet and ever-put-upon family didn't have to endure it.

And also, just to mention before I launch into the reason for the hissy fit, I'm quite happy for people to have opinions that differ from my own. No, really. Just as long as said opinion can be kinda sorta justified, and has a clear and rational basis.

Anyway...

As you would be aware, Ms LaRue & I went to the movies the other day to watch the delightful Music and Lyrics. And I loved it. I do have a slight Hugh Grant weakness, but nothing major... I just thought it was a sweet and giggle-worthy film. It hit the spot: the spot that needed bubbles and froth and pampering... We both walked out with the silly pop song in our heads and I actually think that's a Good Thing.

So the knicker-knotting happened because of the review in the SunHerald... It gave M&L 5/10 and kinda wrote it off. Now, I don't think it was the most amazing movie ever, but y'know - it's a movie - it's make-believe - it's meant to be contrived... Why do I have to feel guilty and dumb because I happened to enjoy a bit of frippery? The SMH's review was altogether warmer, drawing parallels between Hugh and that other wonderfully silly and charming Grant: Cary, acknowledging that sometimes people just want to sit back, suspend disbelief, and enjoy the experience. They don't want to think, they don't want to question dominant paradigms... they want to munch on popcorn and laugh at the teenyboppers and hiss sarcastic comments at each other. Or at least I did.

Hey! I read books, literature even (!), I'm not a fan of Reality Teev, I'm even a dedicated visitor of museums... I'm part of the cultural bloody elite. And I have four kids and work fulltime. So back off! I'm gonna indulge in some light romcom action and all you naysayers can go suffocate yourselves in your black skivvies.

That said, I'll probably wait to watch Notes on a Scandal and Little Children on DVD. I'm having trouble watching anything even vaguely emotional on the big screen, and need to be able to stop the movie, get up, walk around, make a cup of tea, and re-settle myself again when watching anything with confrontation. It's a hangover associated with the whole Depression thing, but has been a hurdle for far too many years now, and it's really starting to bug me.

And... bugger. I've run out of steam so suddenly and I really need to go to sleep. A nasty combination of extreme back pain and cramps kept me awake most of last night, despite the 20mg of codeine I had taken. I ended up sobbing myself to sleep because the pain just wouldn't go away. And yes, I think it's time I went to see the doctor again.