Monday, March 27, 2006
Aw - I'm blushing!
Turns out quite a few people were discombobulated to find out that I had moved from LJ into my Own Private Pink Idaho here on blogger. (Like many males of my acquaintance, I just couldn't resist the front end. I'm a USER, gahs.)
Then they got annoyed cos I hadn't turned on the "post by anonymous" thingie. So I worked that out and you can now castigate me anonymously as much as you like.
Then they talked about "feeds" or something - er. I think there's a thingie for that too. Shall go look.
My life: have feeeelthy summer cold. It is at the blucky stage.
Liederfest I am feeling a lot better about. Tom the baby accompanist and I are starting to get that whole duet thing happening, which is a nice feeling. He's more musical than me, but I've got the notes and - having lost much of my shame in all things musical - more front than Myers, so we work well together in an odd sort of way. He's very sweet and he can just sort of switch off and be cool about stuff - he calls it "chilling". I know not of this concept, but it looks very restful. If I can get through my two songs without spraying mucous at the adjudicator, I shall be happy.
No ceremony on Wednesday/Thursday so I have basically lost all my zap and am now concentrating on being woolly-headed and ill.
Although this afternoon I went to a meeting at Telstra Dome about holding ceremonies there. Much in all as I like to hang shit on this University having a Very Large Stick Indeed Up Its Arse, it is a name to conjure with in Melbourne and people go "oooh - prestige!" and Want Us To Grace Their Venue so they can reel off the name as one of their clients. It's molto bizarre that I can sit there coughing germs everywhere, bluggy and gluggy, in no makeup and just saying stuff as it comes to mind (and entirely too fast, thank you coffee and cold'n'flu tablets) and they are bending over backwards making nicey-nice at me.
Then they took us up onto the Hallowed Turf (well it IS now that Carlton has "moved" there) and I got a Super Headrush walking out int0 the stadium. It felt as though the whole thing was rising up in waves and crashing down on my head simultaneously whilst not moving at all. When you're out in the middle, it is intense. You cannot take it all in and it just goes round and round and round. How athletes and footballers have the courage to run out onto any ground that contains 30,000 people loudly having opinions is beyond me.
Melinda just emailed me - she is back from Egypt! She is safe and happy. So now I can wonder what she brought me back as a present!
Then they got annoyed cos I hadn't turned on the "post by anonymous" thingie. So I worked that out and you can now castigate me anonymously as much as you like.
Then they talked about "feeds" or something - er. I think there's a thingie for that too. Shall go look.
My life: have feeeelthy summer cold. It is at the blucky stage.
Liederfest I am feeling a lot better about. Tom the baby accompanist and I are starting to get that whole duet thing happening, which is a nice feeling. He's more musical than me, but I've got the notes and - having lost much of my shame in all things musical - more front than Myers, so we work well together in an odd sort of way. He's very sweet and he can just sort of switch off and be cool about stuff - he calls it "chilling". I know not of this concept, but it looks very restful. If I can get through my two songs without spraying mucous at the adjudicator, I shall be happy.
No ceremony on Wednesday/Thursday so I have basically lost all my zap and am now concentrating on being woolly-headed and ill.
Although this afternoon I went to a meeting at Telstra Dome about holding ceremonies there. Much in all as I like to hang shit on this University having a Very Large Stick Indeed Up Its Arse, it is a name to conjure with in Melbourne and people go "oooh - prestige!" and Want Us To Grace Their Venue so they can reel off the name as one of their clients. It's molto bizarre that I can sit there coughing germs everywhere, bluggy and gluggy, in no makeup and just saying stuff as it comes to mind (and entirely too fast, thank you coffee and cold'n'flu tablets) and they are bending over backwards making nicey-nice at me.
Then they took us up onto the Hallowed Turf (well it IS now that Carlton has "moved" there) and I got a Super Headrush walking out int0 the stadium. It felt as though the whole thing was rising up in waves and crashing down on my head simultaneously whilst not moving at all. When you're out in the middle, it is intense. You cannot take it all in and it just goes round and round and round. How athletes and footballers have the courage to run out onto any ground that contains 30,000 people loudly having opinions is beyond me.
Melinda just emailed me - she is back from Egypt! She is safe and happy. So now I can wonder what she brought me back as a present!
# posted by Ruby Rose : 6:30 pm
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Something borrowed, something new
Welcome anyone who's wandered over from Livejournal.
I just like the way blogger looks and it's all about being idiot-friendly over here.
Look - I just put a picture in THE MIDDLE OF THE POST:
Okay, so we've seen this one before, but how cool is that?
The mother of the three Cherubs sprawled all over me (that would be my little sister) set up her blog with Blogger and this time I'm the "me too!".
I just like the way blogger looks and it's all about being idiot-friendly over here.
Look - I just put a picture in THE MIDDLE OF THE POST:
Okay, so we've seen this one before, but how cool is that?The mother of the three Cherubs sprawled all over me (that would be my little sister) set up her blog with Blogger and this time I'm the "me too!".
