Life.... Don't Talk To Me About Life.

I bought the new Hitchhikers movie. Despite everyone at work telling me, once I had explained that I was excited it was coming out, that they "didn't really care for it" or "didn't see it and didn't read the books" or in one case "won tickets to the premiere and walked out because I was bored." And I got a towel with it (thanks to the good folks at EZyDVD). And I snorted when they were attacked by the idea-fly-swatters. Again.

"Wait! I have an ide-" *THWAP!*

Heh.

Now I'm off to get my hair cut at some posh place Tanja goes to.

Note: Music Not Performed By Original Artist

(reposted from the WD, minus BOQ, for those poeple who don't go there)

It's a well-known and much-mocked fact that people who live or work in close proximity to music end up with odd fetish-style interests in odd fetish-style things, often young men whose interest in music becomes more whimsical than technical or preferential. See High Fidelity for the tame examples. Other such examples: a football player who specializes in girl groups from the 1960s; an accountancy student who obsesses on Hawaiian surf guitar; a sociology dropout who works in a bookstore and is trying to assemble the complete K-Tel library from 1972 to 1976; An dreadlocked environmentalist looking for de-motivating spoken-word recordings; you get the picture.

Anyway, my obsession has been revealed.

I, Lucas, have a problem.

It's cover songs.

I love them.

I've got nearly the whole albums of Nevermind the Originals, Here's the Covers and In Their Eyes: 80s Teen Movies vs. 90s Teen Bands downloaded, Paul Anka's Rock Swings! album, as much Richard Cheese & Lounge Against the Machine and Me First & the Gimme Gimmes as I can, as well as odd live ones or soundtrack one-offs and B-sides. And I've been ogling and protecting (read: hiding it from customers) the Triple M Musical Challenge 3 and Triple J: Like a Version CDs. The rough idea for both is that a band or artist comes into the show and are asked to perform a song that they don't really know all that well, that's not from their style, in a new way. It's interesting as hell, well at least for me.

So I bought the Triple M cd. And it's bloody fantastic.

*ahem*

Things I Did Today
by Lucas

1. Bought Thank You, a Stone Temple Pilots compilation at Hum Records. I wanted to get Tiny Music: Song from the Vatican Gift Shop (as this was the album I had taped from my cousin Dan in the 9th grade that turned me onto STP), but they were sold out. So I got this for 10 bucks. Turns out, whether by name or not, I know EVERY song on it. Yikes. This hasn't happened since Big Shiny 90s. And it's not a bad thing. It�s a good thing. Like swimming in your own soylent waste. (Bally! Craig! Ted! You must get that or I'm going to look weird! Er!)

2. Watched Rear Window. Very cool. There's good reason for it being a classic, Simpsons parody notwithstanding. Although, admittedly, I had to resist the urge to call out "I'm a MUR-DIDDLY-URDERER!" at one point. I also remembered (also from 9th grade) two of my classmates who, after we watched It's a Wonderful Life in class, continually referred to Jimmy Stewart as "ol' Jimmy" and talked like he lived down the block from them. "How you doin'?" "I'm good, you?" "Good. You?" "I'm good. Can't say the same for ol' Jimmy, though." "Ohhh, poor Jimmy. He's a character." etc.

3. Finished the book The Historian. Jeez that last few chapter stretched out. If they were going to go and talk to one more old cryptic monk, I was going to plotz.

4. Made this shirt.


In your face Mylo! And also Australian Idol! And no, the shirt is not yellow. It's off-white, it's just the picture.

If I was a rich boy... lalalalalalalaaaaa....

I would have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy boooooooy...

Well, you recall my being horribly pissed off by having to pay $50 for my taxes after I was expecting a big payout? Well, Tanja called me at work yesterday to explain that I got a letter from the IRS-equivalent (or would it be an IRS-Compatible? An IRS-Clone?) that said I get $390. Yes! Go free money! In your face, world that usually takes money away from me! First thing I did was pick up the Hitchcock mvoies I need for my film course (you all know about that, right? My Essential Films course at the University? Where I get an excuse to watch movies and give my uneducated opinion to my classmates? We did Film Noir last week, and this week is Hitchcock. We're doing Rear Window, Vertigo and Psycho this Monday. I'm watching Falling Down at the moment, which isn't on the course, but should be, during the week we do Apocalypse Now and Taxi Driver. It'd fit).

Tanja and I went to a birthday party in Darlington for her friend Chantal. It was a superhero fancy-dress thing. I did myself up a Superboy T-shirt (maroon on black) along with studded belt, boots and leather pants, proclaiming myself Superman after he got tired of saving people, got pissed off, really let himself go, and moved to Sin City. There was a more traditional Superman there (in an impressive outfit, cape, briefs and everything), but a guy dressed as The Punisher (the Thomas Jane Punisher, not the Dolph Lundgren Punisher, as he had the skull and didn't sit naked in the sewers talking to himself. I asked.) told me that I was the Superman he'd trust because while the other guy might save him, I'd be sure to beat the shit out of the bad guy. Heh. Tanja was a female Zorro (Zorette? Zorrina? Zorra?) in my black Stetson, mask and a plastic foil. The foil had a bit of chalk on the end, so she could mark things with a Zed. She did too. Doors, bus stops, me, our hostess (in her Wonder Woman outfit too. The Z looked incongrous on the backside of a pair of star-spangled daisy dukes). other luminaries at the party were SuperElmo (girl in red woolly jumper, with a billowy bedsheet), Preacher AKA Captain Pedophile, Cocaine Man (Spangly white cape, white clothes, red briefs who kept bringing us shots of Sambuca), a Lara Croft, a Catwoman, and a couple of Dread Pirate Roberts. Also, Punisher and Normal Superman were both comic nuts, so I got to swing into full geek mode and shoot the shit about whether Ultimate Spiderman WAS the best writing, and if Salvador Larroca was overrated. They were impressed I had Gambit gloves. :) Fun times had by all. Reminds me that Halloween is coming soon. Hooray!

Oh, and we've got a new girl at work, so hopefully fewer closing shifts coming my way.

Leela! Save me! And yourself, I guess! And my banjo! And Fry!

I've decided I'm not going to buy the Futurama Monster Robot Maniac Fun Pack. I read the back while at work, and it doesn't really have enough going for it (ONE commentary only!) to stand up as a new thing in its own right apart from the boxsets.

Also 6 new Insprites. (I'm sorry Craig! It's just that if I chose you, I had three times as much material!)