I was going to do that long 10-1 question meme last night but it was long and I was le tired. And now I have decided that I don't have anything to say to anyone that I haven't already said/isn't terribly embarrassing, which cuts out the whole first part of the meme, so fuckit.
Anyway, things that have happened!
@ I have gone to another escrima class. I totally love it. This time I wasn't the only girl there, too, although since we're both the class noobs the instructor, Salvador, got all awkward when he said "ladies, go and practice six-count over there" and started falling over himself to explain that he just said that because both the newbies were female, and if there was a boy-noob he'd also be over there, and blah blah blah I loled. Then he complimented our speedy learning and sent a big guy who is the spitting image of Leon
from DOA (mostly it's the hair, but there's enough resemblance that I can no longer remember his real name) over to teach us a strike/block sequence that ends with a hilariously crotch-level "thrust strike to the gut." Your terminology is not fooling anyone, this is totally the armed version of the knee-to-the-balls move. I confessed to Salvador and Annabelle, my fellow girl-noob, that the only place I had seen the word "escrima" before I googled "stick fighting" in search of something to hit on a regular basis was in relation to Batman comics, thus outing myself as a total geek. "Oh who uses those?" asked Salvador. "Nightwing... and Oracle, I think?" I said. There were blank looks. "Uhhh... the ex-robin and the ex-batgirl," I added, to a chorus of "Oh, right!"s.
@ The Writer's Society had another Lofty Words. This one was a bit of a fiasco as the student election crowd had double booked us, so we had to wait around till they were done. Then there was a grand total of four entries for Open Mic and exactly one person doing a longer performance. Hannah was awesome though, her stuff reminds me of Regina Spektor a bit. Anyway, I also introduced the zine, which is finally printed (and available at any Writers Society event or clubs day we're involved in for a gold coin donation, you Sydney/UTS people!) although Hannah ended up doing most of the work due to technical incompatibility, which I feel really bad about. Then the band, Peewee, came on. They were... kind of shouty. Kind of a lot shouty. And very loud. They were cute though, they had a lot of energy, at one point the girl on lead guitar and the guy playing bass and yelling at us did a hilarious shoulder-bump thing. They just need a singer and they'd be pretty good.
@ My parents are in Cairns this week! I feel so independent! ...until my grandma calls and tells me to come over and eat something, and my other grandma calls and worries that she called my house at ten pm and I wasn't home and am I staying out too late, and my mum calls to tell me to take my vitamins.
@ My Evil League of Evil Application
has gotten 39 views but no comments. Incidentally other applicants whom I adore: the awesome songwriter Princess Zombie
(oh my god THE THUMB augh), the utterly hilarious and puntastic DIE-ronic
and Brain Bender
, because he has catminions.
@ Speaking of Youtube I'm sure EVERYBODY has seen Take On Me (Literal Version)
but I thought I'd post it anyway. piiiiipe wrench fiiiiight!
@ And one last link for the heck of it, Jon Carrol's latest
, on Pat Paulsen, who is much more awesome than I ever knew.
@ *cough* ANYWAY. I saw the Panics today. They came to my uni for lunch. Not like they just dropped by for our fine cuisine, the student association or somebody organised a one-hour set on the Patch Of Grass around lunchtime. It was nice, I lay down and felt the bass come through the ground and alternated watching the clouds and the band, which was sadly lacking in awesome hair or other amusing stage items, but played well and were clearly quite at home on the stage, joking around with each other &c. There were free sausages and sunshine, although the latter got a bit scorching for a while. Some poor guy turned up in a suit, lol! I sat with Henrietta and half my Col Mod discussion group (oh, fuck. It's my week to post stuff. I should... go do that). Afterwards the singer invited people to hang out and have a beer, but mostly people stood around and asked for autographs on the little fliers advertising the event. So I got some too, despite not really knowing who these people are. I figured, I like their music, so I WILL look them up, so. Also some random came up and gave Henrietta this massive poster, so she got all the band members' signatures on it. Then everyone had a giggle over how short the cute drummer turned out to be. He was about eye-level with Henrietta's cleavage (not that that's an uncommon condition). One of the guitarists took a look at the poster and joked that they don't have awesome hair because they spent all their money on skinny jeans.
@ ...have another link.