let them all come down
Feb. 9th, 2009 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikAnd apparently by "tomorrow" I mean "unspecified date in the future" lol. Uh I just thought I should pop on and let y'all know I am not in the part of my country which is just slightly a little bit on fire at the moment, nor the bit that's underwater. It's actually raining lightly here, but I am nevertheless regarding it suspiciously. I totally didn't hear about it till last night as I stayed up watching South Park at Stan's place and then ended up staying there the whole next day. We watched a hilarious Russian movie in which a young Finnish bloke called Rayval gets his Russian friend to take him along on a Real Russian Hunting Trip. Featuring Sweaty Naked Dudes Vs. Drunk Bear for your entertainment. Wonderful! (Also for SOME REASON we ended up googling sexual positions for pregnant women. Look I DON'T KNOW OKAY. And for the record "pregnant sex" = terrible choice of search terms, Stan.)
And then I came home and the death toll was in the hundreds. It was rather unsettling. Anyway I don't know anyone who's in danger or lost stuff (according to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drjon there's info on donations and stuff here) so... I guess I'm just gonna go right ahead with the belated Forster post. But, holy crap, shit down there is just fucking razed, you guys. Holy crap.
So Nicky's family has a cottage type thing up in Forster that used to be her grandma's. They drive up there every summer for the sun, sand and surf, which is pretty awesome, and Nicky decided to celebrate getting her P plates by driving up there without her parents for the first time. In retrospect telling my parents about the P plates thing was not the wisest choice! Their resistance was merely token, though, before they switched to plying me with unnecessary food items and reminding me to call every day. Little do they know of my cunning plan to gradually ease them into the idea of letting me move out!!! MOOHAHAHAHA- I mean *cough* so there I was at Granville Station with a dorky backpack and my guitar. Nicky pulls up in the tiny, adorable (but still tiny) car which also used to belong to her grandma, who apparently called it the Red Rocket. I like an old lady with a well-developed sense of irony!
Nicky, despite her P-plate status, and in blatant disregard of statistics regarding P-plater road accidents, was a much better driver than many we passed on the road. She took gleeful care in following all the road rules even when cars were lined up behind her trying their very best to speed - Moral High Ground smugness is the best kind. I, on the other hand, spent the trip fiddling with the dials on the thingamujig that let us play her mp3 player via the radio, because whenever station frequencies changed on us one of them would inevitably interfere with the channel we were using. Also wishing I'd worn a shirt with sleeves. Yes folks, I did indeed manage to get my most significant sunburn of the week in the car on the way there. On one shoulder. *facepalm*
The rest of the stay left my tan comparing unfavourably with the sand beneath my feet, as usual. It was a monumental effort to force myself into the water the first time, but once I got over the shock I remembered how awesome it is. It had been years, I think, because I didn't do the beach last summer and I haven't gone right into the surf since I was young enough for family trips with the bodyboard. I was terrifically out of practice, basically relying on Nicky to let me know whether to go over or under the next wave, and I still managed to hit one at the wrong angle and tumbled head over heels in the foam. Which was of course somewhat disorienting, and I didn't recover in time not to be bowled over by the next one, and all in all I ended up getting out of the water after fifteen minutes with my ears ringing and a big red graze just below my right shoulderblade which has only just healed to a patch of slightly rough skin. I stayed in for longer the next few times, though! We even had a midnight dip in a pool becalmed by concrete, which was, how shall I put it, FUCKING FREEZING, and Nicky managed to match my injury by stabbing her foot with a rock.
I brought three swimsuits with me, two which I had not yet actually worn because, you know, my mother does insist on impulse purchasing them so. One was a very frilly black and white one-piece that I think looks awesome but has entirely too many ruffles and layers for jumping around in the surf, because it ended up with tiny bits of seaweed absolutely EVERYWHERE in the lining. The other was sort of like a black bikini except with an inexplicable tank top that was probably a size too big, because the way it draped when wet was reminiscent of nothing so much as the silky negligee worn by a hapless axe-murderee to run through the rain in fetchingly. It was. Slightly disconcerting. Anyway, we also walked along the beach and found pretty shells! And cuttlefish! And bluebottles! A veritable invasion of them, eurgh!
Speaking of cuttlefish, we watched Iron Chef one night. They made cuttlefish ink soup and cuttlefish ink fried rice! Hilarious as usual, and you could make an awesome drinking game out of it, but we didn't have time to write rules for it. We did however play the Labyrinth game and the Snakes On A Plane Game, which are as follows:
Labyrinth
Take a drink whenever a David Bowie song randomly plays
Take a drink whenever Sarah Acquires A New Companion
Take a drink whenever we get a close-up of David Bowie's Crotch Area
Take a drink whenever anyone mentions Lancelot (just... just google it)
Take a drink whenever Sarah whines like a whiny whiner because It's Not Fair
Snakes On A Plane
Take a drink whenever somebody gets bit in a really awkward and improbably specific location
Take a drink whenever you get the urge to shout NOTHING WORKS THAT WAY at the screen
Take a drink whenever the camera flips into bizarre green Snake-O-Vision
Take a drink whenever there is a random internet reference (like the spork, or that frame where the microwave says "snake" right next to "reheat" - Nicky spotted that one and rewound to pause there, it was hilarious)
We mixed up a couple jugs of vodka or gin and whatever was handy, like orange juice, creaming soda, lemonade... so the drinks weren't full shots, but they got us tipsy enough that playing Triominoes was hilarious, that Nicky kept comparing the game to "di-ominoes... wait I mean..." Also we played Drinking Scrabble, with a ~shot for the loser of each round. Drunk scrabble is fun because the more you lose, the more you lose! Except I won. Obviously. You're talking to the NSW Junior Scrabble Champion Runner Up here, you are. One game we had a ridiculous concentration of dirty words on the board, not that I really need to be drunk to... *cough* Anyway, we went through a good deal of the already-present alcohol, so we went out and bought a bottle of something called Blue Kube, except we didn't finish that so Nicky kept the bottle and just used a funnel to decant half of it into a plastic water bottle for me. That reminds me, I must hide that somewhere before someonemy mother accidentally breaks into my room and thinks it's water and tries to drink it.
Aside from beach and alcohol we didn't really do much except mainline Torchwood - Forster's pretty dead this time of year with everybody back at school. We did watch Death At A Funeral, which was utterly hilarious although there's a sequence in the middle that made me wince and flail and cover my eyes out of embarrassment empathy. It was a nice peaceful interlude, and I had a shift booked Wednesday night so we went back before I got too stir crazy, although Nicky would have happily just stayed there all summer.
Anyway, that was that. For once I actually wrote about a long offline period instead of putting it off so long I forgot about it!
In other news, Lily finally sent me the file for one of the songs we recorded at her place a few weeks ago. Bone Weather, rough acoustic version. What do you guys think!? I sort of need to work on my low-pitch wail. Or, you know, warm up at all :P now, to find a drummer and a bassist! Also hopefully a keyboardist/second guitarist, but we could do a band comp without those. It's really lame to go onstage without a drummer.
And then I came home and the death toll was in the hundreds. It was rather unsettling. Anyway I don't know anyone who's in danger or lost stuff (according to
drjon there's info on donations and stuff here) so... I guess I'm just gonna go right ahead with the belated Forster post. But, holy crap, shit down there is just fucking razed, you guys. Holy crap.So Nicky's family has a cottage type thing up in Forster that used to be her grandma's. They drive up there every summer for the sun, sand and surf, which is pretty awesome, and Nicky decided to celebrate getting her P plates by driving up there without her parents for the first time. In retrospect telling my parents about the P plates thing was not the wisest choice! Their resistance was merely token, though, before they switched to plying me with unnecessary food items and reminding me to call every day. Little do they know of my cunning plan to gradually ease them into the idea of letting me move out!!! MOOHAHAHAHA- I mean *cough* so there I was at Granville Station with a dorky backpack and my guitar. Nicky pulls up in the tiny, adorable (but still tiny) car which also used to belong to her grandma, who apparently called it the Red Rocket. I like an old lady with a well-developed sense of irony!
Nicky, despite her P-plate status, and in blatant disregard of statistics regarding P-plater road accidents, was a much better driver than many we passed on the road. She took gleeful care in following all the road rules even when cars were lined up behind her trying their very best to speed - Moral High Ground smugness is the best kind. I, on the other hand, spent the trip fiddling with the dials on the thingamujig that let us play her mp3 player via the radio, because whenever station frequencies changed on us one of them would inevitably interfere with the channel we were using. Also wishing I'd worn a shirt with sleeves. Yes folks, I did indeed manage to get my most significant sunburn of the week in the car on the way there. On one shoulder. *facepalm*
The rest of the stay left my tan comparing unfavourably with the sand beneath my feet, as usual. It was a monumental effort to force myself into the water the first time, but once I got over the shock I remembered how awesome it is. It had been years, I think, because I didn't do the beach last summer and I haven't gone right into the surf since I was young enough for family trips with the bodyboard. I was terrifically out of practice, basically relying on Nicky to let me know whether to go over or under the next wave, and I still managed to hit one at the wrong angle and tumbled head over heels in the foam. Which was of course somewhat disorienting, and I didn't recover in time not to be bowled over by the next one, and all in all I ended up getting out of the water after fifteen minutes with my ears ringing and a big red graze just below my right shoulderblade which has only just healed to a patch of slightly rough skin. I stayed in for longer the next few times, though! We even had a midnight dip in a pool becalmed by concrete, which was, how shall I put it, FUCKING FREEZING, and Nicky managed to match my injury by stabbing her foot with a rock.
I brought three swimsuits with me, two which I had not yet actually worn because, you know, my mother does insist on impulse purchasing them so. One was a very frilly black and white one-piece that I think looks awesome but has entirely too many ruffles and layers for jumping around in the surf, because it ended up with tiny bits of seaweed absolutely EVERYWHERE in the lining. The other was sort of like a black bikini except with an inexplicable tank top that was probably a size too big, because the way it draped when wet was reminiscent of nothing so much as the silky negligee worn by a hapless axe-murderee to run through the rain in fetchingly. It was. Slightly disconcerting. Anyway, we also walked along the beach and found pretty shells! And cuttlefish! And bluebottles! A veritable invasion of them, eurgh!
Speaking of cuttlefish, we watched Iron Chef one night. They made cuttlefish ink soup and cuttlefish ink fried rice! Hilarious as usual, and you could make an awesome drinking game out of it, but we didn't have time to write rules for it. We did however play the Labyrinth game and the Snakes On A Plane Game, which are as follows:
Labyrinth
Take a drink whenever a David Bowie song randomly plays
Take a drink whenever Sarah Acquires A New Companion
Take a drink whenever we get a close-up of David Bowie's Crotch Area
Take a drink whenever anyone mentions Lancelot (just... just google it)
Take a drink whenever Sarah whines like a whiny whiner because It's Not Fair
Snakes On A Plane
Take a drink whenever somebody gets bit in a really awkward and improbably specific location
Take a drink whenever you get the urge to shout NOTHING WORKS THAT WAY at the screen
Take a drink whenever the camera flips into bizarre green Snake-O-Vision
Take a drink whenever there is a random internet reference (like the spork, or that frame where the microwave says "snake" right next to "reheat" - Nicky spotted that one and rewound to pause there, it was hilarious)
We mixed up a couple jugs of vodka or gin and whatever was handy, like orange juice, creaming soda, lemonade... so the drinks weren't full shots, but they got us tipsy enough that playing Triominoes was hilarious, that Nicky kept comparing the game to "di-ominoes... wait I mean..." Also we played Drinking Scrabble, with a ~shot for the loser of each round. Drunk scrabble is fun because the more you lose, the more you lose! Except I won. Obviously. You're talking to the NSW Junior Scrabble Champion Runner Up here, you are. One game we had a ridiculous concentration of dirty words on the board, not that I really need to be drunk to... *cough* Anyway, we went through a good deal of the already-present alcohol, so we went out and bought a bottle of something called Blue Kube, except we didn't finish that so Nicky kept the bottle and just used a funnel to decant half of it into a plastic water bottle for me. That reminds me, I must hide that somewhere before someone
Aside from beach and alcohol we didn't really do much except mainline Torchwood - Forster's pretty dead this time of year with everybody back at school. We did watch Death At A Funeral, which was utterly hilarious although there's a sequence in the middle that made me wince and flail and cover my eyes out of embarrassment empathy. It was a nice peaceful interlude, and I had a shift booked Wednesday night so we went back before I got too stir crazy, although Nicky would have happily just stayed there all summer.
Anyway, that was that. For once I actually wrote about a long offline period instead of putting it off so long I forgot about it!
In other news, Lily finally sent me the file for one of the songs we recorded at her place a few weeks ago. Bone Weather, rough acoustic version. What do you guys think!? I sort of need to work on my low-pitch wail. Or, you know, warm up at all :P now, to find a drummer and a bassist! Also hopefully a keyboardist/second guitarist, but we could do a band comp without those. It's really lame to go onstage without a drummer.
