skip-isms

Couchnet has obviously failed spectacularly in at least one respect.

Then again, I'm very much a phase person. As soon as something becomes too regular, I seem to drop it subconsciously.

Phleg.

sometimes, i get to use the internet outside of work to check emails.

yep.

sometimes.

if i were to spend more time on this "internet" it might be good.

Oxygen is for breathing.

I'm still doing that.

Getting a fancy new laptop soon, so that might bump up my internet usage. Couchnet! WOOT

From clariefarie -

Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever on random.
Step 2: Post the first line (or two) from the first 50 songs that play (except that I'm not keen enough for 50 - 10 maybe), no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Strikethrough the songs when someone guesses correctly.

1. Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
2. We walked the earth, we talked and never spoke a word
3. On two bicycles on a hillside, desolate
4. "Dave the Butcher" - Tom Waits . Doesn't have lyrics. AAAAAAAAAAAAAARG
5. (Look mummy, there's an airplane up in the sky) [Oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh! x4] Di-di-di-did you see the frightened ones?
6. Give me my dream and give me a scene
7. See the sun rise over her skin, don't change it
8. Well I hate to have to tell you this, but there were pigeons in the attic room
9. Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner, but he knew it couldn't last
10. I can't hold this day anymore, understand me anymore
11. We are building a religion, we are building it bigger

saturday was what the cliche types like to call a "roller-coaster" day.

( badnesses + epiphany )

saturday night was much better. somehow, being stranded on an island in the middle of lake burley griffin turned into an excellent night.

( some form of explanation you could say )
and then there was today.

today was freaking great. zany, but beautiful.

( insert rant )


seriously.

i really quite dislike two things:

1 ) writing a brilliant first line and being unable to produce anything further.

2 ) situation dictating against urges

 -=-

i went and saw Babel - depression-tastic! then again, one of the major themes of the film is the effect that barriers (whether they are of a cultural, physical, lingual nature) have on our individual humanity. so, it isn't THAT surprising that the movie was generally quite so depressing. it did however have two instants of an extremely positive nature around the same theme; good enough to make up for the others.

i highly recommend it.

(two posts in two days. something is most definitely up.)

i drove a lot tonight.

the plan was to go to the pub and maybe have a drink, listen to some music with someone ANYONE i knew. everyone decided to have nights in and believe it or not, sometimes i just don't feel like making new friends. of course, i only realised this as i arrived in town. so, i parked my car and walked around civic -

contemplative moods attacked me from alleyways.

somehow i ended up in my car driving toward a friends place. i didn't get there because i drove past the turn-off, started driving to nowhere and quite suddenly realised i don't (didn't) have anywhere in canberra that i can just go and relax, sit down with a coffee and be with myself. yeah, i can do that at home, but it's not quite the same. even my balcony has a slightly different vibe.

i ended up at tilley's. they play swing music. the waitresses have cute outfits. the coffee is quite good. the seating is comfortable and there are small, dark crevices aplenty to sit oneself. i had a very short but enjoyable conversation with a charming young waitress while i was ordering my second coffee. she asked if i was related to someone in canberra who i admittedly do look like. she gave me 10% off my cup of coffee and she thanked me when i left.

and i wrote. more in 2 hours than in the previous 2 months (excluding my travel journal, of course).

oh i like.

not a lot really.

i am ridiculously happy at the moment.

work is fantastic. my friends are great. i'm terribly in love.

and yet in a way, it's odd. i am surprised to find that despite the fact i can be very eloquent when it comes to expressing my ideas, my interests, etc, i have difficulty doing the same with happiness. i'm probably just repeating something that a hundred other people have already said, mind you.

still, i see it as a challenge. expressing my feelings is something that i enjoy doing and even though it frustrates me to fail, i'm going to be better for it. plus, i'll be able to explain to others just how happy i am without ranting at them in circles for 5 minutes.

of course, it would also be helpful if people were just generally more perceptive.

~

i'm happy, physically well, and well occupied. as a result, i'm quiet.

Foreign countries are great places to go for holidays. So is your own country, but that's beside the point. I went to a foreign one. Really foreign. The sort of country that the word foreign was invented for. Seriously, it was invented, yep.

Ow! The grammar in some of that previous "paragraph" seems to have molested my eyes.


The trip did not start well.


After the rifles, the country was much more pleasant.


We were woken at 4 by a broken rooster.


Almost as spectacular as seeing a Fijian and 2 Tongan people praying with their hands rested on the head of an Irish street-preaching evangelist in a private home.


And so the next day, we went to an actual tropical island.


And then we went on a 4 wheel drive tour.


But then, waiting around at an airport for a 6 minutes flight is also possible. And we did that.


Unfortunately, Church didn't happen.


I slept, I woke, I did nothing on the 29th January. Well, I pottered, but that was about it.


I feared for my life a little. As one tends to do when chased by four ravenous beasts.


I was also slightly surprised at the number of white people in Australia.

But I had a fucking excellent time. And just as much fun coming back to lovely people that i can tell stories to. Hurrah!

And, I'm going to Adelaide next weekend for a 21st. I think I need to learn how to avoid taking holidays.

i just ate half a box of chocolates.

is it possible to negate this with lamb chops and vegetables?

well, fuck.

was impressive, i suppose. :)

yeah, i enjoyed myself rather a lot. rex's sister is cool and generally it all made for a fun-filled 2 and a half day holiday. i did way too much to bother journalling it - just cannot be stuffed as i've been up since 5.30am to come home on the plane at 7.45

from youthculture   




Haiku2 for 5minutes
i didn't get to talk to some tribal beats like a fox i might have
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Created by Grahame

apparently it generates a new one if you press submit again. examples:

you needn't have been
so rough mate i would have been
as the back glass door

while i closed
my eyes catch 22 i couldn't
see people freaking

and works it's way
through you for the next slam the
music was brilliant

it was my birthing day on friday. 23, oh yes, 23. and last night was the party. it went WELL.

so, imagine.

imagine a temperate evening and a booner shirt. imagine a laundry sink full of ice and beer. imagine a fridge of dips and soft drink and GIN. oh, imagine the gin that i drank with juice and imagine the amount that was left this morning (about the same number of brain cells).

imagine the arrival of friends, and the filling of couches and chairs and tiles when the others are full. imagine the conversation spinning your mind like laundry drying - politics, art, synthetic proteins, a bet that was made that couldn't be settled because one party did not arrive.

O IMAGINE THE  PEOPLE

and imagine the poetry. "Ignu" - imagine Ginsberg read so quietly at first for two or three but rising. imagine that voice as the back glass door creaks open and the outside crowd comes in and they aren't imagining this. this man, drunk but enunciating e-ver-y sin-gle syll-a-ble perfectly. imagine the voice getting louder and imagine that yell as DEATH IS A LETTER THAT WAS NEVER SENT.  imagine the ending so final, so calculated and the silence that follows. imagine the single sigh that filled the room and unleashed the others.

imagine as the room returns carefully from that land of harsh breaths and biting tongue. imagine the smiles and nods.

imagine the spilling of juice on pants and the then pantless host. imagine the promise with a wink that peekage would be kept to a minimum. and imagine the gifts that made white teeth part slightly. imagine the group hug. and the individual hugs. and two people visiting a friend who came anyway. imagine their faces. imagine their shared glance.

imagine the morning after breakfast and cleaning and video games and phone calls. imagine your heart, a volcano of passion. and compassion. and

just imagine the love.

was a good day. it remains to finish, this is true, but today was a good day.

edit:

11pm. i cleaned and laundered. heh. relaxing.

today, i had to tell someone something so personal i managed to completely lose my ability to speak coherently. sentences went in circles. i think i got the point across though. and the response was positive.

the last 36 hours have been very big. things are afoot.

so, tibor, michael and bonnie. oh my. they found ou tthat i hadn't seen pulp fiction all the way through, then proceeded to come up with a list of 130 films they thing i should have watched, and made me tick off the ones i have. the list is called "the education of skippy skipperton". i love these people so much.

last night, i was a bull-ant attacking a man with honey on him. songs about torture with interpretive dance are fun! later, the guy playing (oh, rafe, how you lol me) threatened the interpretive dancer (oh, hadley, how you also lol me) with "forced fellatio of skip". i of course obliged and was sitting on a black stool on stage with my fly unzipped and my button undone, caressing his face, which was trying to avoid my crotch like nothing you have ever seen.

at least we hugged afterward. *smirk*

then my car had a flat battery, so i drove this girl jo's car back to tibors place where everyone slept while i went back to my car. i jogged actually. really nice jog, strangely enough. bennett saved the day by jumpstarting me, so props to him whenever wherever he needs something he knows who to call.

yeah. gooooood night.

'twas the slam once again last night and my last one for three months because i'll be in adelaide and tonga for the next two. it was an absolutely rocking night though.

i met some brilliant, hilarious people and i was given words of encouragement from a few people whose opinions i value for various reasons.

my open mic reading went really well. i was reading it for someone and it was sextremely well received. so that was fantastic.

slam performance, not so. i bombed completely. after a false start and then completely blanking out, i just got this intuition that it wasn't the right night for it, so i stepped offstage unfinished. someone called it "a learning experience" and it really was. heh. thems the breaks. i only started preparing on the day so i guess it's mostly my own fault, and Bonnie, I was only mildly distracted by your guffaw. your guffaw was probably the highlight of that dismal performance :) and how annoyed was i this morning when i woke up and i just KNEW the whole thing HA!

the other performances ranged from top-notch to drab, as per normal.

but yes, still a great night with some great conversation and rambling.

now i have to type stuff for work while i don't get paid for it because i have a monday deadline. d'oh.

edit: my friend tibor wore a shirt that i felt most appropriate