Thursday, August 25, 2011

Just Ace.

'Lo all.

So I haven't posted in a week and a bit, still alive and kicking though. No huge adventures, but a lot of medium sized ones that to be honest I'm surprised I can still remember.

Tuesday was alright, made some new friends in media, then didn't fall asleep analysing an ad for insurance for single mothers in profcom (that name sounds so lame, why do they keep referring to it like that...). Thursday was good fun, smashed journalism (the joys of habitually checking six news sites every hour or so seems to have paid off for the current affairs test), then a hectic and thrilling three hours of critical thinking.

As customary now, headed to Puggs, caught up with Aiden, had a chat to a few people about Falls (still on the fence, but might end up in Marion Bay again... don't know). Somehow during Ryan's set every person who was there early in the bar joined a massive circle and started singing, apparently that's never happened before. Ryan himself was smashed, and we encouraged his friend to chug a pint, which the proprietors didn't seem to like for some reason. Emily, Bernice, Shalee and Jake all arrived, we drunk more and more, headed to Incys for pizza, then taxied it home.

Next day, not a lot to do, but Aiden invited me to an eating competition he was in, down at Sandringham. It was between three guys, they had to finish a whole 18 inch pizza with everything on it. Aiden started slow and steady, one guy started fast but stopped quickly, and the third guy was eating two pieces at once until he puked, and was disqualified. He contested this by asking that if he ate his vomit too and finished the pizza, he'd still count as winning, right? Then he asked for a spoon. He lasted three spoonfuls of puke. Astounding. Was referred to as Spoony for the rest of the night. Aiden ended up losing to the other dude by about half a piece (and the bastard still got the pizza named after him), oh well. We sprinted back to the station to catch a train back into the city (missed one by a minute, annoyingly), then Aiden and I stumbled across the James Squire brewhouse on Russell st. Nice place. Had a couple more pints at the Exford, then headed home.

Saturday was quiet as well, Bec dropped in on her way through, had a coffee, then checked out my room, had to give her Children of Men and Pulp Fiction (WATCH. THESE. FILMS). That night, once more into the city, chatting about Game of Thrones with Pat and Jake in the brewhouse over pool, then to the Exford where we met Aiden and took almost complete control of the jukebox (Portishead? Tame Impala? On a pub jukebox?! Most excellent (also lololol)). I think after the fifth pint we were all fairly trashed, and since the place was almost empty we headed to Crown for giant cocktails. Once Jake was too drunk to be let back into the bar, Aiden went to a roulette table and won twenty bucks, and we somehow stumbled out and found Spleen. Yes, Aiden, I may have accidentally knocked my beer over. At least I wasn't dancing with a fat dude like Jake's brother.

We then decided to get some food as we got kicked out of Spleen, so Aiden decided to take a shortcut which was not a shortcut, and instead an alleyway that housed a sleeping homeless man. A little amusing. We went back and forth between the pizza place and McDonalds on Elizabeth st until the sun came up, watching children's cartoons and laughing at passerbys wandering out of Wobble. This included the "Wobble Wizard" (said so on his cape), and Batman. Hilarious.

The sun was up but apparently this is no guarantee for the toilets to be open, so after Jake left Pat and Aiden figured that Fed Square would be the safest bet. Since it was all locked, we watched the giant tv from a convenient tent. I don't think any of us have found the word "spatchcock" so funny before. Saw Annie's boyfriend randomly, he'd been at Wobble as well. Very odd. We had another hour to burn until the trains started up again, so we headed to Emily's as she was getting ready for work. I really do feel sorry for Anna's bathroom after Pat and Aiden were done with it. Grabbed a coffee off Bec on my way to the train, the pretty much slept all of Sunday.

Not much went on for the next few days, just getting through uni stuff. Tuesday night we had five European girls over drinking wine, you should have seen Angus and Woosh's faces. They all got back from the bar at 430am with some French guys, which was amusing.

Wednesday night was movie night, some of the Americans came over, watched The Beach, which is a lot slower than I remember it. So similar to Trainspotting, but not as good, especially the soundtrack.

Then last night, after almost dying in my three hour critical thinking marathon, headed to the city and caught most of Guthrie's set with Bec at Gertrude's, which seems like a nice place. Guthrie was the Tasmanian blues band from Falls, they haven't changed their shtick much in six months, though the lead singer shaved his beard. After them were The Stoics, who weren't bad for indie rockers. Lead singer was either really pretentious or really drunk, and somehow the fact that he managed to knock over a mic stand and a monitor points to the latter. It was funny when he bagged Kanye though. The bassist was kickarse, literally punching his pickups at one point, and there was one song where a beer bottle was used to play a guitar. They had a trumpet too. Tempted to check out more of their stuff.

After that, Thursday night at Puggs, there was a battle of the bands on, with the winner getting a free trip to Ireland. Apparently I missed the first band, who were really good, and the second band's only saving grace was an incredibly hot lead singer. Ploughed through $5 drinks and pizza at Incys while watching a guy try to steal six bottles of coke for a "Prosh week" challenge. Amusing.

So now it's Friday. Planning on getting down, as naturally, it is Friday. Dunno, waiting for people to get back to me. Today's been pretty dull, did my washing and (shockhorror) shaved, so now I look like a 12 year old girl again. Hurm. Probably should have thought this through better.

Been on a Grinspoon run lately, been stuck in my head (worth checking out Just Ace on Recovery, they were so young, funny when you think about what ended up happening to Phil Jamieson), but I just got the new Gotye album (among other things, thank you so much). So much stuff to get through, just found Wolf Parade's first album as well, dammit. A little annoyed I'm not at the HiFi watching 8 Bit Love and Regurgitator at the moment, but I might end up seeing the Gurge at Falls anyway... Iunno. Sold my ticket to the Jezabels as well, though if their new album ends up being awesome might be I'll regret that.

Anyway, this week, gotta actually do some work, first assignment's due on Friday (and I don't really know what to do, though it seems easy enough), then Vasco Era at the Corner, then writing a report on that for journalism. But that's next Friday. Hopefully there'll be some more adventures this weekend.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Fifth Time Lucky.

'Lo all.

I'm calling this a warm up for the first "analytical journal piece" that I'm about to write for media. Sue me.

Anyway, directly where I left last week, headed to the city, met Jake and Emily, decided to check out Thursday nights at Puggs with Aiden and his people. I think it was a good choice, his uni mates are cool, the dude with a guitar played some crap that we could all sing along to (obnoxiously), cept he didn't finish (with Shout) til about 1am so I missed the last train home. After Aiden introduced us to Incys for pizza, jumped in a cab with Emily. Turns out it was the Cab of Wisdom, so we were treated to ten minutes of the cabbie's musings on life and relationships. He's been doing it in his cab for 13 years, apparently. Keep an eye out for him.

Spent Friday recovering.

Thank You For Smoking - ****
Got this off Baz, awesome film, cept Harvey Dent looks waaay too much like Jaime Lannister. Very, very amusing, moves pretty quickly, and the ending's pretty good too. I enjoyed how he got poisoned as well.

Saturday was fairly quiet as well, did my washing. Exciting stuff, un das. Woosh, Baz and I headed to the kebab place over the road and had a chat to the dude in there at midnight. Not sure why, guess I was hungry.

Next day, nothing to do since I was lazy, then trammed it down Swan St to the Corner. Nice place, really, smaller than I thought. Watched Damn Terran with Aiden while we waited for his uni mates to rock up, then DZ Deathrays put on the distortion and strobes show, which I enjoyed. Liking their new stuff, looking forward to the album as long as it isn't on cassette (!).

So this was the fifth time in two years I'd seen Children Collide, as I told Ness as we were waiting. They didn't disappoint, Johnny's shaved his head but still looks mean, if less like Kurdt. Was a row back from the barrier for most of the show getting squished with Aiden. He took a request for Amphibious when 90% of the audience started shouting for it, amusingly. He then had some requests of his own for the hecklers. He stage dived, let the audience play his guitar, and was generally a mental frontman, as we expected. Heath swore a lot. At one stage he jumped pretty much on my head, so I got taken back a few rows in the crush, then a circle of death started up. So that was fun. Once I got spat out at the end of Jellylegs I was right in front of a speaker, so my ears got blown out by the distortion from their last jam. Setlist wasn't bad, we got We Live in Fear but no Across the Earth, and still no Complacency No Vacancy.

Made it home alright, sore and deaf but pretty happy.

This morning hurt. Took me half an hour to get out of bed, and that was just to make sure my good alarm clock didn't go off and wake up the rest of the building. Media tute was alright, going over advertising and public relations, which is kind of interesting how they're all owned by such huge companies. Then a break for some subway, and headed to profcom in the fishbowl. I think I'm starting to dislike this place if only because the giant windows are so distracting. Still, it wasn't bad, we had the good lecturer, got to watch some suggestive ads and Star Wars. Subject material was stuff we'd done before, but still.

Get home, there's a buttload of Americans in 102 (who'd brought food) and there was streamers and balloons and crap everywhere. Turns out we were hosting a surprise birthday party. Cool, I suppose. Cept for the aforementioned media thing I have to read for, then write. So I didn't drink, might be heading to Parklife with Mike, popped some balloons, ate a lot of free food. Place is a mess, but we'll manage.

Tomorrow, media tute and journalism lecture. Should be good fun.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

First Week Back.

'Lo everyone.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy. Exciting stuff. Proper plot progression. Semester two. Get keen.

Anyway, after all the adventures I had last week, this week has been slightly more exciting, thank gawd. Keeps me distracted.

Sunday night 102 had an awesome dinner cooked by some German girls, who were very nice, then I tried to get some sleep before class the next day.

First up on a Monday morning is now Media in Australia, which actually seems like a lot of fun. It's mainly industry stuff, which is fascinating. Seireadan is in the lecture, which is good, someone familiar to bitch about stuff with. He seems to be moving up in the world, welcome to facebook.

Then a lecture in Professional Communication Practice, which despite having the coolest lecturer/convenor dude, seems to be pretty bland. It's probably the most overall useful thing I'll do, since it's all about preparation for business meetings and adapting to new environments (professionally), but meh, I'm not much of a public speaker. There were a lot of familiar faces in this lecture as well, which is helpful.

Next day, journalism lecture. This was the most interesting to me, and it definitely seems the most practical, as the lecturer hinted that we'd be filing reports in every tute. So a lot of writing. He's got a sense of humour though, which is good.

Then the media tute, and there were three ex-grammar people in the class, which was weird as hell. Met some new people, bitched about the footy, tutor seems alright.

That night we had the internationals come around, after a few rounds of beer pong with Angus's mates. We got pretty trashed. At one stage I was hanging with some Germans in the Hawthorn, then I remember Mcdonalds, then suddenly I was watching Angus, Woosh and Bennett screaming You're the Voice while sitting around the shish with some Swedish girls. Good night. Massive cleanup though.

Next day was the prof-com tute (that sounds so lame...), and we got made to group up and do random theatre sports skits. So much fun, having to do this with people you don't know, while hungover. Tutor reminded me of the contexts one I had last semester, we'll see how it goes. Wednesdays have historically been bad for me, going off Tuesday nights...

Anyway. Today was the end of my week, thank gawd, journalism tute in the afternoon, met a few cool people and talked a lot of music with a dude who interviews Melbourne bands for a community radio station. Very impressed. Tutor seems alright, though he looks a little like Saruman.

Then this evening, double critical thinking. Was very unsure about this subject, to be honest. Alice, one of the ex-grammar people, is in the lecture and tute with me, so I suppose there'll be some familiar faces here too. But yeah, very vague stuff about the difference between an argument and an explanation. Best part is, since I don't want to have to go to an 830am tute, I've got three straight hours of the bastard on a Thursday night that finishes at 830pm. Straight to the pub, I'm thinking.

Anyway. Speaking of straight to the pub, I believe I'm about to head out now. Will post again on Monday night, I think. Not doing much this weekend except Children Collide on Sunday night with Aiden and the Melbourne Uni kids, I think.

Crossposted.

peace

Saturday, August 6, 2011

For No One.

'Lo all.

I'm definitely making the most of my holidays, no question.

Couple of boring days, didn't get up to a lot. Last night, grabbed dumplings and beer and heard all about how awesome Splendour was with Bec, then headed to Yah Yah's to watch Drunk Mums and 8 Bit Love, both of whom were pretty cool. Simon the drummer came up to say hi. Not bad at all.

I headed back to the station after that, ran into British and his friend Bree, who told me that I was now going to a party in Belgrave. Me being in my intoxicated state figured this was a good plan. So we took the train all the way to bloody Belgrave, then were told the party was actually in Bayswater. Hurm. So we got picked up by Bree's friends, enjoyed a few scotches, then when we realised it was not only pretty small (6 people and 3 dogs), but pretty late. After a Modest Mouse singalong, caught a lift back to Burwood, then British dropped me off at about 5. So an interesting, if not particularly productive night.

Today I passed out til 5. I don't have much to do, though class starts on Monday. Good to see Carlton win, as well.

Anyway, I'll post again on Monday, I suppose, see how this new semester worth of classes is.

Hurm.

Crossposted.

peace.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Dylan Moran, man.

'Lo all.

Jesus christ it's August. And I'm still on holidays.

So, a few more adventures to report than I expected. Still haven't been up to a lot, really, but meh.

I did finish the latest GRRM book, and though some bits were slow and infuriating, the start and finish were damn good. Looking forward to HBO keeping Game of Thrones going until at least this book.

On Saturday, headed down to Ponyfish Island for Aiden's birthday. Met up with the rest, had a few pints, then off to Melbourne Central for more pints. On the tv behind us, they had Flash Gordon playing. Pretty amusing film, from what we saw. Eventually we got bored, headed down to Galactic Circus via a charity bin (Isaac found a large metal fan, cue lots of "hey man, cool down" and "I'm not a fan" calls from passersby).

Lasertag in suits drunk was clearly not a good idea, which is why I didn't suit up properly. The rest of the poor bastards had the shoes and pants slowing them down (and tripping them up, as Patrick doesn't recall). We didn't do too badly against a horde of younger, more sober kids. Then we hit Crown proper after some games of pool (and harrassing hot bar wenches/Jake's brother). Met with some of Aiden's uni friends, drunk a lot more once we smuggled Pat in (twice). Managed to find a taxi at 3am, had to jump out early so Pat could chunder, but we found our way back to mine, and he didn't puke on our couch. Well done that man.

Next morning, my poor roomies were a little terrified of this besuited, vomit smelling kid passed out on the couch, but he didn't die so we got burgers and ice cream (good for hangovers, apparently). That night, met Aiden and Emily at Ponyfish, then found the Princess Theatre.

Holy crap Dylan Moran was good. He started out a little slow (we get enough people making fun of Julia Gillard and the carbon tax, and they know more about it, honestly), but once he got going properly it was gold. Emily saw an old friend, which was highly embarrassing for her and a little amusing for us. Went to the Elephant and Wheelbarrow for another drink, but left pretty quickly as most of the crowd was 60 year old men still pissed from the football that afternoon.

Then Sunday, didn't have much to do, but Angus and Barry made some superb overtures at the orientation for the exchange students, so I followed them to the pub. Made some new friends, had some overpriced beer, and then somehow we managed to get like thirty people to follow us back to our place for more beer and pizza. Angus and Jared performed the nutbush for our amused foreign guests. We herded them onto the train station and found our way to the Public Bar, where we had a lot damn cheap beer. Met Wakely there as well, which was cool. Once that got dull, headed to Turf with everyone else. Jared managed to climb on top of a large piece of construction equipment. Unfortunately, he was considered too drunk to get in at the next place. Only highlight of Turf was a mix of Warp 1.9 and Guerilla Radio, really.

This morning we woke up hungover, and noticed that someone had broken the milk bottle in the fridge, which had leaked over everything. Right now, roomies just returned from introducing the internationals to the Hawthorn. Hurm.

Anyway. This week, grabbing Harvest tickets (if you're in, let me know now!), and catching 8 Bit Love with Bec on Friday then Carlton vs Melbourne (lol) on Saturday.

Crossposted.

Catchyas.