Man. You guys all suck.

Hardly anyone got my songs. I must have wierd tastes. I mean, apart from cheese and jam sandwiches.

Here are the answers:
1. Dallas Crane - Dirty Hearts
2. Bob Dylan - Down the Highway
3. The White Stripes - Instinct Blues
4. Red Hot Chili Peppers - My And My Friends
5. Cat Empire - Luck Song
6. Three Dead Trolls In A Baggie - the War of 1812
7. Nirvana - Heart Shaped Box
8. Stealing My Heart - Rolling Stones
9. Death of a Clown - The Kinks
10. It Doesn't Matter - Alison Krauss & Union Station
11. Audioweb - Sleeper
12. Steriogram - Walkie Talkie Man
13. Poprocks & Coke - Green Day
14. Ash - Out of the Blue
15. Sorrow - Powderfinger
16. The Vines - Country Yard
17. Cherry Poppin' Daddies - Drunk Daddy
18. Powerman 5000 - Tonight the Stars Revolt
19. Nine Inch Nails - Beside You In Time
20. Rebel Yell - Scooter

My MX horoscope was rather right. Odd, that a free transit newspaper which specialises in oddball tidbits to amuse commuters like "In Germany, people often snack upon passing tourists with sweet mustard." could know the meanings of the stars and destinies and shit.

"Aries
21 Mar-20 Apr
You may feel weighed down this week, as though you're carrying around an emotional bag of rocks. this will understandably make things difficult, but hang in there and persevere as your goals were never meant to be easy to achieve. Working through a tough time will ultimately empower you."

Cool. I hope I get a cool power, like flight or Nightcrawler-agility or adamantium claws. I can just see it now. "Sir, the video store is closing." *snikt* "I don't think so, bub."

Sweet.

This bandwagon is comfy. (edited 'cause people are guessing)

I'm jumping on a late bandwagon with the other Blog and Blurty people. The deal is you put your player on shuffle, and list the first 20 first lines of the first 20 songs to come up and people have to guess. I don't know, I just work here. (Ok, I've already had to start over. First my shuffle wasn't on, then there were three songs that were either talking or the artist says the name of the group in the first line. Stupid rappers.

1. Little darlin' do you want me to sing you a song?
2. Well I'm walking down a highway, with my suitcase in my hand
3. Well, the crickets get it, and the ants get it.
4. Me and muh-me and muh-me and muh-me and my friends....
5. So by now you have seen my, by now I have seen you
6. Ohhhh, come back, Proud Canadians to before you had TV... (The War of 1812 by Three Dead Trolls In A Baggie, well-spotted by cdngirleh)
7. She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak (Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana, got by bettie)
8. Well luck is expensive and freedom comes cheap
9. My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
10. It doesn't matter what I want, it doesn't matter what i need (It Doesn't Matter by Alison Krauss, got by Simon)
11. I'm only sleeping, I'm only sleeping
12. Well you’re walkin and a talkin and a movin and a groovin
13. Where're you go, you know I'll be there...
14. Not feeling, broken-hearted, feeling just like when it started
15. With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue...
16. I'm tired of feeling sick and useless
17. Mama married a big asshole, whiskey bottles on the floor (Drunk Daddy by Cherry Poppin' Daddies, NEARLY got by Simon, but I'll give it to him. He named the album)
18. Hang onto tomorrow, because tonight....
19. I am all alone this time around
20. In the midnight hour!

Busy week continued again...

... And I've discovered eBay, and all the joys and sorrows that come with it.

I started out bidding on Drum kits. And I've managed to get myself outbid on all of them, the three most promising within the last 30 minutes of the auction. I was extremely unimpressed with that. I ranted. I raved. I called them Biblical curse-words. Then I calmed down and bought myself a DVD and a snazzy belt-buckle.
Still want that 7-piece drum set I had nearly gotten for $200. Bastards.

I've been making a bunch of shirts I've been procrastinating on for one of my TAFE guys (although he doesn't have grounds to complain, I'm doing the blasted things for free, and one of them was the hardest bit of cutting I've had to do yet) and one for myself too.

I'm dreading going back to TAFE next week. The real run-up to big assignments starts. Very stressful.

Busy Week Continued (long posts bother me)

....so anyway, we went up to Katoomba on Friday, stayed in a scary motel (causing the following exchanges: Me: "How often do you think the train will go by? So often we won't even notice it?" and Tanja: "where's the alarm clock?" Me:"It's okay, I'm sure we can just get a wake up call... where's the phone? THERE'S NO PHONE!"), ate lovely food, and went to see Worth's band. Things I learned on this trip:
::Pokies are boring as shite.
::If you sneak up to see the band setting up, and find a taped-shut paper bag at an empty table, and then open it, and find a 1977 7" single of the Sex Pistols doing "God Save The Queen" and are guilted by Tanja into leaving it there in case it belongs to a band member, and then come back after the gig starts and find it again, you get to keep it!
::Some place have rum-and-coke on tap for $3 a glass. This is dangerous.
::If you know people in the band, you get invited to the afterparty!
::Cooper's is actually an ok beer after 8 rounds of rum-and-coke.
::Morning-after lunches turn into late second-breakfasts.
::French onion soup warms from the inside out.
::Motels come with free dead spiders.
::You should really return DVDs to Civic before you go away for the weekend.

My feet are cold.

That has nothing really to do with anything, but it's a truth. Cold.

Anyway, last week or so has been of a busyness. I've had school holidays, and Easter in the Blue Mountains (where I got a motorcycle ride with Tanja's dad, to which my father later explained to me "You know, Lucas, boys shouldn't ride with boys." Thanks Pop.) and then the Robert Cray/Buddy Guy concert on Wednesday.

I had the Plan. I was making Peurco Pibil (slow roasted pork with Mexican spice-stuff), Dave was showing up at 6 or 6:30, we eat, we drink, we take off for the concert which starts at 7:30. Of course, Dave encounters every obstacle known to man and beast in the getting here, and he doesn't arrive until 7:15. Ah well. Foods were scoffed, drinks sculled, and we were off. The show didn't actually start until 8 anyway, so we were fine for time. Turns out, though, that despite buying the tickets within 5 seconds of each other from the same distributor, David and I were both in row H, but in seats 5 and 37. we tried just sitting together, but we had angry people in my (potential) seat, so we had to make a deal with the usher. She found us two seats in the second to last row of the balcony. Sounds disastrous, right? Well, not thanks to the wonderful acoustics and design of the Enmore. We had a crippling view of the stage (thanks to their being no one in the two seats in front of us). Robert Cray came on, and he was good, better live than on CD and he usually sounds so restrained.

Then came Buddy.

Good. Lord.

Keep in mind folks, that just because Buddy Guy is classified as a blues artist, and is turning 70 this year that this was a quiet, down-home blues rendition. Not in the least. This was the guy (no pun intended) idolised by Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton, and most of the names in rock today (Buddy even did a cover of "Voodoo Child which was up there with the original). The guitar work was phenomenal, and he played the crowd just as well. Who expects to laugh when they go to a concert? Not me. But I did. I laugh myself stupid. Why? Because he's a funny guy, that's why. Example, he paid tribute to John Lee Hooker as being a blues pioneer, then slyly played 30 seconds of "Boom Boom", then stopped and made a face, communicating to all that he had just encompassed Hooker's 40-odd year career in those 30 seconds. Bwa ha ha.

Anyway, it was incredible.

Posting from the TAFE library

...Because Vicki finished early this morning. She's also told us that she feels she's taught us all she needs to for our EXTERNAL EXAM (I emphasize to emphasize the enormity of that) in 7 weeks instead of 16, and if any of us need anything, we're to make an appointment.

One one hand, I can sleep in Mondays now, as Ethics doesn't start until 1.

On other hand, GAH! Exam! She's taught us squat! This is the woman who, wehn asked a question she doesn't expect (or, I've hypothesized, doesn'tknowthe answer to) barks, "Find out!"

As in: "Vicki? Do you feel that since this is listed as part of the promotion mix, it should be classified as such, despite it being big enough to be it's own heading? And don't most companies include it?"
"Find out!" Oy.

Well anyway, as of Thursday I'm on school holidays for two weeks. Thank fuck, as my wonderful, sophisticated, erudite Tanja might say. During said holidays, despite working my usual hours, Tanja and I will be heading to her folks' place for Easter, David and myself will be going to see Buddy Guy and Robert Cray at the Enmore (!!!!!!!!), and (hopefully, if our schedules will let us pull this off) Tanja and I will be going to see Worth's band in Katoomba. Brad willing.

I've been getting Neil Gaiman's Sandman books (graphic novels, not comics) out of the library and really enjoying them. I'd be telling Tanja this, but she's confessed that she doesn't think Gaiman's "all that" and that he has an "ordinary guy fetish". She did this five seconds before I could properly gush. Oh well. I don't like her Sharon Penrose novels. So nyah.

And I've just filled up my little USB keychain with MP3s off the Fat Possum Records site. Hooray for post-punk-blues/blues/garage/rock.


And a guy here at TAFE is making me a CD of his "Baleric filter-tipped French gay biker haus not-proper-electro Prog". I'm afraid to actually listen to it.

Oh, and thanks to Tanja's diet thingy, I'm at 79 kilos. Actually 78.5, but Tanja says it's 79, and it's her scale. So I'm not going to argue.