Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Kidnapped
It's a little motif that's been running through my life lately. People seem to want to take me places these days and I'm not used to being taken. Today I'm being taken to the zoo by a boy who looks a little like Harry Potter...well he has blond hair and tatoos but asides from that...maybe if you shut your eyes. Anyway both his parents are magicians and I like animals and magic so it's hard for me to say no.
Went to see The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe yesterday, even though it is for Christians. Goddam that lion is wonderous, I just want to hug him, and Tilda Swinton's hair looks better than ever, but above all: Mr Tumnus is sexy. Unfortunatley the children were a bit annoying, somehow Lucy managed to ruin huge chunks of most scenes with her smartarse comebacks and general air of goody-two shoes smugness. Peter is a knob. But Edmund was much more likeable than I imagined from the books, perhaps just by comparison with the others and perhaps just because he looks like a long lost brother of mine. Leigh pointed out that this film must have been difficult to make since they have worked with both animals and children at the same time, often in the same scene. However I think the children we CGIed in later in some post production trickery.
I caught up with a lot of relatives on Christmas day. Lot's of people are having babies at the moment. I got invites to stay in places all round the world. London sounds exciting but I'm a bit dubious about Dubai. I also got news about family members that I missed in the papers. My cousin's husband was nearly kidnapped in Afganistan a few days ago, while flogging some satellite communications stuff while in the city. Strange men drove into the back of his car and chased him. But he had some British armed guards of some description with him that got out of the car and apparently fired a few shots and scared them away. Some people say "wow, exciting stuff happens in your family", but I think I could do with a little less excitement.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Polly Parties are Good. And I'm not particularly interested in grammar at the moment.
People get very friendly. So I made a lot of new friends. I talk nonsense to Enzo and he doesn't mind, in fact I think he likes it. Murray is always a cowboy and a perfect gentleman simultaneously. Dave recognised me from a Radiohead concert that was a long time ago. Wow, ego boost. Seth is back in town and wants to take the boys sailing, hope I get an invite even though I'm a girl. I'm a good sailor you know. Runs in my blood. I met Adam at his 25th birthday party, he lives in a converted pub. There is a well in the cellar for some reason. Everyone went to the Eltham Fruitbowl when they were 14-15 except me. Everyone seems to have an enormous tv from the sixties except me. There is lots I don't have at the moment. Cookie is getting married soon.Hooray for Cookie. Matt is leaving Polly very soon. Boo for Matt, well not really...well yeah actually a bit. Hannah is very generous and looks after you when it all gets too much. Let's you stay in her house and you don't even have to ask. She's also the perfect host, and smiles at you in the morning no matter what you look like. She hosts a Ladies Day every Monday, I want in. Tom is kind too. Poor Tom got very tired and had to have a lie down on the floor behind the bar. Must stop assuming friends are dead just because they aren't answering their phone. There are other possible explanations. Just because you think you can moonwalk doesn't necessarily make it so. Rolling spliffs is much easier than people make out. But it's nice when people regard you highly at parties for such a learnable skill. Some rabbits are quite sociable. It is possible to survive a few days on nothing but beer, wine and various spirits and cocktails. But it starts to hurt after a while. Chin up, there'll be more tonight.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Diana of the Hunt
A quiet weekend. Mum showed me the Koran of diet books, the CSIRO diet. I've been trying it for fun. It's been three days now, but I'm finding it hard to keep up, I just can't eat that much. Also you are only allowed two glasses of wine a week. Mum says she'll be going by her own interpretation. Dad's interpretation seems to be something along the lines of replacing allowed food units with units of wine. Says he's been feeling very good lately.
Apart from observing this new religion I've been pretty sensisble lately.
But then somebody threw a pizza at my car on Friday night while I was working. A blatant personal attack that rocked my sensibilities somewhat.
On Saturday while washing the pizza off my car Leigh and Kim turned up. We sat in the sun drinking tea and observed how once again we were not at Meredith. We discussed Lily's film, her general brilliance at everything and how she is "one to watch" according to The Age (Lily, we are watching you). The issue of a cat outshinning us in life was also brought up but not elaborated on.
Leigh reckons he'll start a Mediocrity Club.
I wrote the manifesto:
One must not achieve...Much
But Leigh says I can't join. Nice guy.
I had dinner at Cara's mum's house. Mad and Simon O came too. We all got to hear Cara's voice for the first time in a long time. Hello Cara. One day of undergraduatness left hey? Congratulations, most smart and accomplished cookie X.
Was working for the boss on Sunday again. He had a Christmas party for his family at the bar. His aunty is Elaine McInnon, so I kept my eyes open, but saw no famous people. So I broke a latte glass, somebody yelled, "taxi!", boss yelled, "centrelink!", and I got scared.
The boys came round again and took my mind away from such dark possibilities. We saw Harry Potter. I didn't understand much but it did make me go blank for a bit. CGI overdose. And I wanted to hear more about the dragons. Apparently, there are books to read and 3 more movies to be watched. I guess I was a little under researched for the subject.
Highlight of the weekend: A possum kissed my toe.
When the movie was over Kim found a wand and picked it up.
I lit a cigarette and we all saw something move in the distance. Something rat-like in the carpark. It was my mission to touch it. The boys stood back, I was fearless. Kim yelled "No, be careful!" and the rat turned into a baby ringtail possum.
Leigh warned, "Those things can be vicious."
I called over my shoulder, "Don't worry, I've done this before."
And the possum kissed my toe.
Apart from observing this new religion I've been pretty sensisble lately.
But then somebody threw a pizza at my car on Friday night while I was working. A blatant personal attack that rocked my sensibilities somewhat.
On Saturday while washing the pizza off my car Leigh and Kim turned up. We sat in the sun drinking tea and observed how once again we were not at Meredith. We discussed Lily's film, her general brilliance at everything and how she is "one to watch" according to The Age (Lily, we are watching you). The issue of a cat outshinning us in life was also brought up but not elaborated on.
Leigh reckons he'll start a Mediocrity Club.
I wrote the manifesto:
One must not achieve...Much
But Leigh says I can't join. Nice guy.
I had dinner at Cara's mum's house. Mad and Simon O came too. We all got to hear Cara's voice for the first time in a long time. Hello Cara. One day of undergraduatness left hey? Congratulations, most smart and accomplished cookie X.
Was working for the boss on Sunday again. He had a Christmas party for his family at the bar. His aunty is Elaine McInnon, so I kept my eyes open, but saw no famous people. So I broke a latte glass, somebody yelled, "taxi!", boss yelled, "centrelink!", and I got scared.
The boys came round again and took my mind away from such dark possibilities. We saw Harry Potter. I didn't understand much but it did make me go blank for a bit. CGI overdose. And I wanted to hear more about the dragons. Apparently, there are books to read and 3 more movies to be watched. I guess I was a little under researched for the subject.
Highlight of the weekend: A possum kissed my toe.
When the movie was over Kim found a wand and picked it up.
I lit a cigarette and we all saw something move in the distance. Something rat-like in the carpark. It was my mission to touch it. The boys stood back, I was fearless. Kim yelled "No, be careful!" and the rat turned into a baby ringtail possum.
Leigh warned, "Those things can be vicious."
I called over my shoulder, "Don't worry, I've done this before."
And the possum kissed my toe.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Nothing to read here.
No new thoughts
Forgotten old ones.
Just a few small hopes for the day.
Let's clean up this mess.
Put on dress
Take an armful of fresh herbs to the boss
See if you can make him smile
After meandering through bookshop reading first sentences
Actually buy a book
Finish overdue Fawlty Towers essay
Make a Waldorf salad
Finish and post psycadelic rock mix to Xara
Run with the whippet along the aquaduct
Start scheming how you will win those tickets to the Wolfmother gig at the Corner
Consider offering sexual favours to whoever answers the phone at the radio station
Or whoever is on the door that night
Nah, need to save it for the band
...
Stop fantasizing
Put on dress
Harvest herbs
Wish me luck
Forgotten old ones.
Just a few small hopes for the day.
Let's clean up this mess.
Put on dress
Take an armful of fresh herbs to the boss
See if you can make him smile
After meandering through bookshop reading first sentences
Actually buy a book
Finish overdue Fawlty Towers essay
Make a Waldorf salad
Finish and post psycadelic rock mix to Xara
Run with the whippet along the aquaduct
Start scheming how you will win those tickets to the Wolfmother gig at the Corner
Consider offering sexual favours to whoever answers the phone at the radio station
Or whoever is on the door that night
Nah, need to save it for the band
...
Stop fantasizing
Put on dress
Harvest herbs
Wish me luck
Monday, December 05, 2005
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