| Moving ever onwards. |
[31 Jul 2008|02:19pm] |
I'd like to notify you that I have made a new blog. Here it is:
http://iatemyhouse.blogspot.com/
I will now post my bits and pieces there, so, if you are interested in reading my thoughts, this is where you ought to look for them.
I will still be visiting LiveJournal to read my old friends' entries. However, if you are unhappy about the fact that I will cease to update here, or if you find me personally unlikable, delete me from your list, and I will respectfully delete you too the next time I visit.
Also, if you would like to further keep in touch with me, you can add me on Facebook. My name is Dasha Kotova, and I am in the University of Toronto network. I have a drawing of mice in my profile picture, so I will be very easy to find.
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| Cough-cough-cough-cough |
[26 Jul 2008|03:02pm] |
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Can you imagine if someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder was faced with the urge to sing/hum part or all of "Sweet Leaf" every time said person coughed? That would be the craziest ritual ever!
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| The quest for ridiculously titled metal bands |
[20 Jul 2008|09:28pm] |
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Here's a site that I find wildly amusing as well as educational: http://www.metal-archives.com/
It lists pretty much every metal band that ever existed, no matter how big or how small. Patrick and I promptly started an MSN competition for who can find the largest amount of funny and ridiculous-sounding metal band names.
Here are a few of the favourites:
A Doom ("But was it a doom?" - "Yeah, it was a doom allright. I've seen better dooms, though.")
Dark Nightmare (You see, my nightmares are usually light)
Pesta Porcina (Sounds like a delicious Italian dish to me.)
A Hellish Digest ("Hi, I'm a reported for A Helish Digest; what is your opinion of the seventh circle?" "Oh no, A Hellish Digest has made yet another feature on Lucifer!" "Is it just me, or is A Hellish Digest 90% ads these days?")
Ash Black (But you see...ash is not black. It is actually quite white.)
Pablo G. Soler (Sounds like he should be reggaeton singer, conquering the Latin Top 40.)
Psychotic Gardening (Such a band exists)
Pillow Killz (Yes, that existed as well)
Believe it or not, there are several bands called Seducer. Here's one of them, from Holland. I admit they look quite seductive to me. They rock in Waterland! Perhaps you can call that phone number there for a seductive conversation. "So...what are you wearing?" - "Oh, just a leopard print robe...and a dude with a bow tie is reaching for my arm. He's leaning his head on my shoulder. He's..." Okay, you can make up the rest to suit your taste.
But the overall winner of tonight is...ANAL BLAST! If you can top that, you really deserve some sort of prize.
Oh man, what won't metalheads think of? I was quite happy to see that the name I would like to name MY metal band some day does not appear on that website. So, apparently, they haven't thought of it yet! (I shall decline to comment on what my desired band name actually is, in case somebody appropriates it). I dream of my own metal band the way some girls might dream about their weddings. It shall be PERFECT.
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| People are unbelievable |
[15 Jul 2008|11:17pm] |
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The reason why I study sociology is because I find people so very bizarre, and I want to learn more about them. I myself have a hermit's personality, so I don't really understand the way people function as groups. I can try and understand some things about particular cases, if I speak to them, but humans in general are still a mystery to me.
Well, so much for the general intro: here's what I really want to say. WHY are there groups of people who take, or have, at any previous point in time, taken the following seriously:
1) Sylvia Browne, and other psychics, astrologers, mediums, and shit. Every time I walk by a sign that reads "Psychic Medium", I think to myself that if I ever really need more money, I can just learn all the tricks, and be one of those mediums. Anyone can be a "psychic" - yes, even you over there. You just have to be willing to exploit anybody that turns up, ears wide open; eyelashes fluttering. A friend of mine recently claimed that at least Edgar Cayce must have been "the real thing", but no, even he created the illusion of being such a person.
2) Televangelists. Are they still around? I reckon they must be. I don't watch TV, but I've read quite a lot about televangelists from way back when. A lot of folk reportedly sent them a lot of money, so something must have compelled them to seek religious experience through the power of monetary transactions.
3) Scientologists - well, that's self-explanatory, right?
4) The guy who wrote the book Men are Better Than Women. (Regardless of whether you find him funny or not, it is silly to get worked up over something so contrary to logic and reality, and hence obviously created for entertainment purposes only. Yet some people found him to be either serious or seriously offensive.)
5) Various pictures and videos with "ghosts" in them. If you search up some ghost videos on YouTube, you will find loads of comments left by people who were unsettled by them. No, really, there are no programs invented yet that may create illusions on pictures and videos. Therefore it has to be real.
6) Homeopathy. Do people out there still use it? Why has anybody EVER used it? I kind of wish I didn't know about placebo effect - then I could eat candy, and be relieved from my headache.
7) Politicians in general. Yes, they rule the world, and therefore are serious business indeed, but why is it that people believe the things they say during their campaigns?
8) The fashion magazines and industry. How do the people in charge of it convince everybody that fashion is somehow fundamentally "different" every season? And why are some people convinced that's important?
9) I'm pretty sure I had a few more that I can't recall at the moment. They might have included the belief that abstinence only education is effective, the desperate need some people seem to have to made a stunning impression on Facebook, and the devil.
This concludes my list of things I don't understand why other people take seriously.
Oh well, what can I say? Give people anything and they'll believe it, or think it is genuine and sincere. I'm reading a nice book by James Randi that discussed that phenomenon very entertainingly. It doesn't go as far as explaining the facts concerning fashion and politics, but it is interesting nonetheless. It is apparent enough that people believe these things - but I haven't yet come to a satisfactory explanation as to why.
Also, I can't figure out why it is that some people "don't believe in evolution". Evolution is an observable fact. Moreover, it is not contrary to theism, so anyone dismissing evolution on religious grounds is rather silly. Of course, everyone is free to believe - or decline to believe - anything they want; you can refuse to believe in gravity if you like.
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| We are Devo. D-E-V-O. |
[07 Jul 2008|11:04pm] |
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Two facts about me: I have trouble concentrating on words and sentences, unless they are very exciting, so reading takes me a bit of time. Nevertheless, I really enjoy it, and I try to get as much out of a given text as I can, which is a way of compensating for the fact that I generally get through less material than some other people. And the other thing is, I can't take anything seriously for extended periods of time. I think it's an impairment just as detrimental to my functioning as ADD.
I've been re-reading His Dark Materials, which are favourites of mine, despite the fact that they are, indeed, quite serious in their tone. They actually put me in a pensive disposition for a while, and that can be useful to me. Today I finished the second book, The Subtle Knife. I was just about on the last page, and I was managing to keep up with the mood of the story, when I came across something that cracked me up. It was of course unintentional, and I could have just made the association and moved on, but no, I have such a hard time moving on that couldn't resist reaching for a pencil, and doing this:
Sorry. I find that, once you listen to Devo, you can't un-listen, and then you find yourself associating things like that with their ridiculous songs. If you don't know what I'm referring to, you should watch this video. And it's okay if you can't get through the whole thing.
I would read the third book in the trilogy, but Finbar's got it. Drat. What's next on the summer reading list then? Hell, what do you know! Another Frank Zappa biography.
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| Some thoughts about gender relations |
[07 Jul 2008|12:45pm] |
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I think I might have mentioned my disdain for misogyny here or there, but I haven't yet clarified that I dislike misandry (I believe that's the word) just as much. I'm not a fan of the fact that girls can get away with variations of the statement "Guys are buttsuckers who can't do anything right", or that you can find merchandise with slogans such as "Boys are disposable". Try and imagine putting "girl" in those sentences - what you'll get is a busted head. I don't think this sort of thing is tolerable for either group. What kind of cultural climate do you get out of that? I don't like the fact that I find many girls who have some sort of counter-productive animosity towards men in general, while at the same time, they really want to be respected and taken seriously. Well, first of all, I don't respect men in general either - or women. I don't disrespect them either. Respect is earned by individuals, or particular groups with a particular cause. And second of all, respect goes both ways. Who's going to treat you well if you treat them like shit?
And on a different, though vaguely related, note, I have a love-hate relationship with the website Feministing.com. On the one hand, they have links to some interesting news stories, or books. And on the other hand, I find them kind of petty and self-obsessed. They seem to go on and on about things in their own, Western culture that are irritating, but fairly irrelevant on the larger scale, such as products and commercials, or stupid people that say dumb shit. What difference do those things make? Dumbasses are everywhere, and they talk about everything. Yes, some of them influence public opinion, but you can attempt to counteract it, and you won't achieve the desired effect by saying "Fuck you, Rush Limbaugh." Sure, it's nice to rant about people and their stupid opinions, but that makes you a rambler, and not really an activist. Some of the problems they talk about are not even worth the attention at all - such as YouTube misogyny. Congratulations, you're on the Internet! Everybody gets made fun of here - the perpetrators will pick anything about anyone that they think might sound offensive. How does that affect your abilities or performance in whatever activities you pursue besides reading comments? And since when is it an effective strategy to give bullies what they want, which is a reaction?
I don't see these girls posting a whole lot about international issues, or offering any feasible plans of action. They just point out some problems in their own culture in a very superficial way. Yes, women are earning less money, and yes, abstinence-only education in the States does a lot of harm - how am I supposed to go about helping that? It's like they're always singing "What shall we do with the drunken sailor? What shall we do with the drunken sailor?" but they don't know any of the verses that offer some ideas on what to do with him.
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| Watchin' movies. |
[01 Jul 2008|08:57pm] |
I've been on a movie-watching binge. Some movies I watched with other people; some by myself. If you count the Mystery Science Theater 3000 movies, then that's even more. Although technically, MST3K is a show, but who cares? Right now I am watching Knocked Up, and it's really not as funny as other people told me. Oh well - I finish every movie I start, and it has some entertaining parts in any case. Here's one detail that, for some reason, bothers me more than anything else in this movie: the part where the two guys go to Vegas - are they listening to Britney Spears in the car? Fuck this! What guys would actually do that? In real life, they'd be listening to Motorhead, I'm sure. Most people don't even notice things like that, but me, mreeeeghh, I just can't get over it.
The other thing that makes my movie-consuming endavours so much less rewarding in general is the lack of female characters that are actually watchable, or entertaining by any stretch of the imagination. The last time I watched a movie with a girl that I could actually relate to was...wait, I forget. Was it, perhaps, never? No, no, wait. I got something. The last time this happened was when I was five years old, watching Alice In Wonderland, because I was an imaginative child, always tripping out on my own thoughts, and it all just made sense. I though, if I saw a rabbit running around with a watch, I'd totally go after that mofo too, and if he went in a hole, I would for sure not hesitate to jump right in as well. And ever since that...nothing, really. Well, I really liked the title character in Juno - that was one exception. The whole premise of the movie wasn't something that really won me over, though.
Hell, I don't care if the characters are "relatable" - they don't have to be like me at all. I wish they'd just be interesting in any way. Admittedly, I don't know a lot of movies - I just watch whatever other people recommend. I'm not a film geek by any accounts. But my complaint still stands - that, and the bad music.
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| Life after death? |
[26 Jun 2008|10:28pm] |
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Here's a question I'd like to ask. What do you think happens when people die? What are your theories on this subject? I've been a little too preoccupied with those musings lately, and it's driving me suitably insane.
Well, at least I just had a very meaningful MSN conversation:
Thought-provoking to the outer limits.
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| Survery is Okay! |
[22 Jun 2008|08:20pm] |
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I've decided to do one of those things where I answer lots of questions, and then post the results. Why not? Waste of time, true, but I'm on vacation, and really tired from running around outside and climbing rocks, so there
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| Summertime, and the living is cheesy |
[21 Jun 2008|07:06pm] |
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What to do for the rest of the summer? My goals at the end of school were to practice the bass and write my novel, and so far, I've been keeping up the good work on both those things. Other than that, my free days so far have been very enjoyably occupied by friends and random stupid entertainment, but I'd like to do something useful with my time. And by useful, I mean something I can put on my resume. I want to learn something about work and life in general. I don't think I will learn much from hanging around with my pals, and competing for who can mess with whose mind the most. Plus I feel kind of bad about being a freeloader in my parents' house, even though they don't mind. On the contrary, my father used to not let me work when I was 16-18. Right now I'm big enough that I can choose what to do myself, but I'm not sure which path to follow over the upcoming two and a half months. Just get a random job in some old ladies' clothing store, and help them to choose cardigans when they arrive? What to do, what to do?
I've been kind of hoping to get some experience in a media-related field, like radio, TV, or music. I had an unfortunate disappointment the other day, when I found out that a record label where I had an interview last week doesn't want to accept me as an intern. Well, balls to them. I guess I'm just too cool for those yuppie werewolves from outer space. I guess they just want hipsters with Velvet Underground t-shirts and stupid glasses who will do as they're told least they lose a milligram of indie cred. It actually looked like a great place to work, regardless of my insults, so I'm pretty angry with those buttheads for accepting some other mofo instead of me. I think they owe their office to me to use as setting for gruesome imaginary cartoon violence. Oh well; case closed, and bar open - let's go!
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| You, with the hair! |
[21 Jun 2008|06:00pm] |
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I'm not a big fan of having pictures of me taken, I don't like displaying my image on the Internet, and I usually don't participate in discussions of hair, let alone start them, but today I am going to make an exception to every one of those rules, because, upon my awakening this afternoon (yes, afternoon), I couldn't help but notice that my hair was looking especially metal.
Last night, I saw Dethklok, and they put on a pretty great show, especially for a band that doesn't actually exist. We got to watch them on the screen while some dudes played the songs onstage. It was very well done, but it seemed to short to me. The opening acts were real, as opposed to imaginary, and I enjoyed both of them. They were Soilent Green, and Chimaira. The latter really impressed me! They were loud, and had neat light effects, too, and I liked their bassist. I'm going to be him when I grow up.
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| Dethklok Dethklok |
[19 Jun 2008|03:59pm] |
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It's been a while since I've seen any Metalocalypse. Finbar and I are going to see Dethklok tomorrow, so we decided to watch some of it in preparation. Man, I completely forgot that practically every episode is capable of giving you a seizure. They should have put a warning on the DVDs, or something. It's a good thing that neither of us are epileptic, otherwise, there'd be trouble. And of course, a lack of epilepsy is a good thing every day of the week, not just while watching Metalocalypse.
I wonder how exactly a Dethklok show is going to occur. I always thought it would be cool to have some people re-enact the characters. But I bet you that's not what will happen. It'll probably be like Gorillaz, with projections on the screen. We shall find out.
I kind of hope they will do the song about the banana stickers!
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| Victory to Ensiferum! |
[17 Jun 2008|02:40pm] |
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I've come to realize that, thus far, I have unwittingly been on a quest for the dorkiest metal band ever. I now continue the quest, but with conscious determination. I suspect that the winner lies somewhere in the realm of viking metal. Because, just by its description, viking metal has got to be the nerdiest genre of music, period.
At the moment, the winner of this prestigious title is Ensiferum.
Because, swords in their hands, they kill each and every man who dares to invade their sacred land. Let's see if anyone will be able to top them in the near future.
Finbar saw Ensiferum some months ago. I was unable to attend, which upset me. Anyway, Finbar told me that they started every number with the words "This song is going to be called..." As of that moment, I assume, all of their songs have been called whatever they happened to entitle them on that fateful night.
As a bonus, here's a haiku about my preferred method of transportation:
I have a nice bike.
He takes me all around town.
I call him Andy.
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| I've got the jones for Vernors |
[03 Jun 2008|01:22pm] |
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Today's the day for a bit of product placement. That hasn't happened yet in my blog, and hell knows, it's about bloody time. You know what's a great kind of ginger ale? Vernors. It's my favourite ginger ale, and I would like to take a bit of time to recognize its merits. It has a wonderful creamy taste, and it quenches your thirst, as well as diffuses all the stress that you have on your mind. You can drink all your worries away and it won't even be bad for your liver. Finbar and I once guzzles seven cans each in a single afternoon, and shared our eighth one. Supposedly, Vernors was created when some guy (his name was Vernor, and I wonder if good friends called him Vern. And EVERYBODY was a good friend of his, because he was that great of a guy.) just happened to leave the ingredients in a barrel, took off to the American Civil War, and then came back to discover this delicious concoction, which he went on to market as a source of joy an delight. That's a very likely story if you ask me.
I highly recommend the Vernors experience to anyone who wants good luck and refreshment in their lives. Where Vernors goes, good times follow.
Next up, we have the technology report. I hate this computer. It's slow. If your grandfather had a bicycle, and this computer had a race car, grandpa would WIN. Don't forget to tune in this time tomorrow.
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| Russians: can't live with 'em, can't knock 'em on the head with a frying pan |
[01 Jun 2008|03:55am] |
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I try my best not to discriminate against anybody, and it comes to me easily. It' s only with the people of my very own background that I'm seriously sick of trying. I'm Russian, and I can't stand other Russians. As far as particular people go, such as family - I gotta like 'em, and I manage. But with Russians at large, I don't get along with them, and they seriously are my biggest pet peeve. I have NO Russian friends. All the Russian stereotypes are true, and I only hope to live up to as little of them as possible. It's true that Russian guys are dumb, misogynistic, annoying, arrogant drunk loudmouth douchepackers, and, although THANKFULLY I have no evidence to support that claim, they probably have small dicks. Russian girls - well, many of them are pretty, but most of them are stupid. (And I can get away with saying that because I am a Russian girl. I really hope I'm not like the rest of them, though. I try my best.)
I get annoyed with Russians all the time, and it's always because of some typical Russian qualities they have - because they're drunk, loud, or stupid, in my face at that particular moment. Most of them are exactly the same.
The only thing worse than one Russian is, you guessed it, a group of Russians. You catch them all over town, being loud and obnoxious together, and acting like they're better than you. Russians ARE the bad guys. If you don't like them, I can only sympathize with you. The other day, my boyfriend's friend accidentally let it slip that he doesn't like Russians, and then he started apologizing to me about it, only I said "No, no, I agree with you 100%".
The reason why I'm typing this up at 4am is because there is a bunch of wasted assholes beside my apartment building, making noise and having no life. My father talked to them, called security, and called the police, but since they have brains the size of approximately one peanut, further diminished by their dipshit excessive drinking, it's not working. The police won't come because they've more dire situations to attend to. Man, I wish they'd just pass out in a puddle of their own vomit already and let me sleep.
I'm so happy I don't live in Russia anymore. At least I have that much less of them to deal with now.
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| Yay, Yes! |
[24 May 2008|12:34pm] |
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I’m on a big Yes binge. You know why? Because Finbar bought us tickets to see Yes, and I am really excited. (He actually bought them in BULK, because it was cheaper per ticket, and now we’re trying to sell the extra ones to our friends. If anyone wants to come to Canada and see Yes with us, you’re welcome.) Yes rocks. Their music is sophisticated and their lyrics might make sense if you’re a very, very special and gifted individual. They wear funny outfits on stage. (Finbar tells me they STILL WEAR THEM. I really hope that’s true.) The lead singer has a weird, high voice, and reportedly, he still sounds great, even though it’s the 40th anniversary of the band. Some fans say he sounds even better now than before. What’s not to like about Yes? The only disappointing thing about this upcoming show is that Rick Wakeman won’t be there. Shit. No Rick Wakeman? The FACK?! Instead, there will be his son, Oliver Wakeman on keyboards. Why’s that upsetting? Well, Rick Wakeman was the member of Yes I most anticipated seeing. Oh well. At least I can watch him on DVDs, because he’s really fun to watch. Finbar has LOTS of Yes DVDs. Last night we saw one, and I borrowed three more to show Patrick. There's no such thing as enough Yes DVDs.
Seriously, the Yessongs DVD is worth watching even if you’re not into Yes, just to see the keyboardist in his cape. Rick Wakeman to the rescue! Not only is it a cape, it’s a glimmering sequined cape. Yes were always so unapologetic about their costumes, and Rick Wakeman was the least apologetic one of them all. He actually had a giant mirror in front of the area where he stood completely surrounded by keyboards, as if to say “I look AWESOME. My cape looks awesome. My hair looks great. I love my giant ears. If you don’t like it, go get some cyanide and die.” That DVD is also worth watching to see John Anderson hit a cowbell with a tambourine. Right now my only concern is that Oliver Wakeman sounds good. Because Yes without great sounding keyboards is No. I'm sure it'll be a fun experience regardless.
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| I'm the Cincinnati kid! |
[16 May 2008|02:10pm] |
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I'm in Cincinnati with Finbar at the moment. we're taking our first ever couple trip (sharing a SUITCASE and EVERYTHING). Finbar's uncle is a conductor, and we will see his concert soon. In the meantime, we're just exploring whatever turns up. I'm using the Internet in the library. It's a cool library - Finbar and I have found the trippiest book we've ever seen here. I wish I could find a link about it, but this free Internet won't let me open another window, and there's only a few minutes left of it, throughout which I have a lot of e-mails to type.
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| Exoskeletal |
[13 May 2008|09:39pm] |
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It was Mars Volta day yesterday. Finbar and I spent that whole day singing the word "exoskeletal". Finbar only has two of their albums, so we began our journey by listening to the other ones. It was my first time listening to Bedlam In Goliath, because I had just acquired it the day before. I am listening to it again at the moment, to have a more clear idea of how much I like it. I think it's great, and if you can try and imagine using the expression "to the point" in connection to The Mars Volta music, this album would be the closest thing you could get to those words.
Later on, we went to our Mars Volta show, which was incredible. They played for two and a half hours without any openers. There were only a couple of irritating things throughout the experience, one of them being a rather unpleasant venue. WHY are there venues that have no levels? It's discriminatory to short people, that's what it is. It's easy to be Finbar, who is six feet tall. I have to be a whole head shorter than him. He tried to rectify that situation by edging close to a pillar of some sort, and putting me on this wooden block beside it. Although he was holding me up from the back, I had to grab on to the pillar in order to remain intact. (I tend to rock out in a very dorky way, which includes a lot of bouncing. It must have looked as though I was humping that pillar.) But then my arms got tired, and I had to get down. Throughout the rest of the concert, I could only glimpse the action on stage over the sea of shoulders belonging to the other oiks.
Finbar was also standing behind the whole time in order to guard my butt from losers who grab asses at shows. And guess what happened? Finbar's butt got grabbed instead.
The other irritating thing was the band being very late. I don't like openers, but gee, they could have had four of those in the time it took them to actually get there. Having some unknown mofos play for us would have beat all the standing around, going "What, are they, taking a nap? What are they doing a circle jerk? Three circle jerks in a row?"
But then The Mars Volta finally arrived, and put on a great show, which made us pardon them. Their jams were an entirely different brand of experience from the albums, and that made it worth all the hassles. It was one of the best shows of my life.
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| Mr. Bus Driver! |
[10 May 2008|03:46pm] |
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I can't wait to see The Mars Volta this Monday! Finbar and I have decided that we have saved up more than enough for our upcoming trip to the States, so we went and got ourselves some last-minute tickets. I've been a fan for over three years, but I haven't yet seen The Mars Volta live. I love these spastic nerfbags and their umbilical syllables. I'm really looking forward to seeing Cedric's spaz-dancing.
Most people find their music ridiculous. Finbar showed some Mars Volta to his cousin, who said it sounds like "people practicing".
Couple of days ago, I saw Iron Man. If you ain't seen it yet, I daresay you should. It made me feel like cheering, and although I am often cheerful, I hardly ever want to cheer per se.
( Also, I think I have decided upon my favourite Kids In The Hall sketch. Come see it! )
Just remember: " 'A-woo-waa-woo-waa-woo', BUT NEVER: 'Ch-ch-kch-kch-kch-kch.'"
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| Bad mood, hit me with your best shot, sucka! |
[07 May 2008|09:26pm] |
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"Handcuffs" - Parliament |
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I think that, regardless of the circumstances, I've got a certain quota of cranky/weird moods per month that must be met, which will then be presented in document form to the mood inspectors. They're not caused by anything in particular, not even PMS (which I don't suffer from, oddly enough). The last couple of days, I've been feeling fantastic (I'm not saying that sarcastically - it's true). I wish the bad moods would just roll around and be over with, so I could enjoy the rest of the month and have a great trip to the States with Finbar. I don't care how much weekend sucks, as long as it sucks, and as long as my brain agrees not to harass me next week. It can harass me the week after, if need be.
It's kind of hard for me to be in a bad mood right now, because today I did school for the last time till September, hence concluding my sophomore year of university, and then a friend and I went to a restaurant called Eggspectations, would you believe, where, imagine that, we ate some motherfucking EGGS! Also, later on in the day, I ate a lethal dose of candy, and a slab of delicious cheese. Who says that's not a meal?
And now I'm listening to Mothership Connection by Parliament, which is an album I stole from Finbar. It's too cool. We've been listening to it at his place, and I decided I gotta have it at any cost (It eventually didn't cost me anything). When you hear it, you BELIEVE it. It transports you to a new dimension. Lord, I just went out to the kitchen, sang one of the songs to my mom, and she started to groove, by sort of swinging back and forth and doing jazz hands. My mom doesn't usually pull any of those kinds of stunts. She consumes music by concentrating on it very hard. (Or, if I'm the source of the "music", she usually does all she can to make it cease.)
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