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listening to: Napalm & Silly Putty - George Carlin
travelling/staying in: SA, NSW & Vic - depending when you catch me

Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 31 October 2006'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
Danny made a myspace survey, and asked me nicely to fill it out.

1. Name

2. Single or taken?
Single AND taken

3. What are you looking forward to tomorrow?

4. If you could be anywhere right now...
yeah I'm with Danny, vista way!
...with people I know... not *just at* vista

5. What is the largest amount of $ you've ever had?
a few grand

6. Do you have a crush on anyone on your top 8?
nope - well Kitty knows my feelings for her ;)

7. Do you have any family on your top 8?
Family? do they even know how to use a computer??

8. How many times today have you left your house?
once to go to my bday dinner with my folks, and again to be piratey in the driveway for halloween

9. Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?
ummm read minds as long as i could turn it off and not just have people's thoughts endlessly pouring in - it'd be like that Paul Jennings story

10. If you could work anywhere where would it be?
right where i am now

11. When was the last time you got drunk?
drunk? several new years ago
tipsy? couple months

12. Have you ever watched a porno?
katie likes it when i sing the themesong 'niiiiightshift nurrrrrrsessss!'

13. Would you star in one for a $1000?
only a $1000? get real, im so worth more than that

14. Cried yourself to sleep??
yeah but not for a while now, no one really worth the tears

15. Can you txt w/ out looking at the keys on your phone?
yes, but the keys sticking makes that a bit tricky

16. First kiss? Last Kiss?
Bruce but i was drunk, then Zac but I was also out of it, first real kiss was with Mary and last... hmmm was a bit of a while ago...
Jaz or Steven i think, they were kinda the same time, who was last?... I think Steven.... EWWW REALLY???????
YUCK!! That's sickening. A new low right there.

17.Had a one night stand?
Hehehe a couple: before, during, and after workin at Disney.
Was an eventful 6 months.

18. Ever made out in a car?
of course

19. Unicorn or leprechaun as a pet?
unicorn i spose... can i swap it for a pegasus instead?... unicorns are so... so... gay.

20. Last thing you do before you go to bed?
set the timer on my TV or set my alarm or call someone in the US cos its only mid morning there. I love you David! *waves*

21. Ever played truth or dare? which did you pick?
yep, i'm a dare girl.

22. One thing your best friend doesn't know about you?
Hmm i dunno, she's pretty on-the-ball... umm that I like girls?

23. Who will be your next kiss?
haha who knows.

24. Who is the last person you txt messaged?
let's see.... sent items.... ah yes it was Jess in Queensland - I was telling her I saw her double the other day. No joke, it was creepy.

25. Have you ever written/received a love letter?
Got my first one in Year 10.
He said I was amazing... we 'went out' (aka did nothing apart from hug at the lockers) then he got bored of me and left me. Meh.
Written one? Yeah there's a few out there that I hope are either destroyed to nothing or stored safely away cherished forever.

26. Ever written/read a dirty story?
Danny is the dirty story king, I've read a couple of them ;)
Yeah I've written some, but they never got to anyone, I destroy them soon after.... I DON'T SEND THEM ANONYMOUSLY TO WHO I'M WRITING ABOUT!!!!

27. Ever spied on someone you had a crush on?
Not 'spy'... rather, 'observed until noticed' sure.

28. Have you ever seen your best friend naked?
No but not for lack of trying! *whistle!*
hahaha Nah. Each of us wants to retain our eyesight thanks hehe.

29. What is your best feature?
I have no idea... what do you reckon? I'm told I'm good at various sexual things but I don't think that's what you were asking after...
Umm... I have funky hair?

30. Was this a dumb survey?
Oh Danny you didn't do too badly at all! I still love you, you myspace whore you!

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
Happy Halloween!

We had a few 'trick or treaters' - more than I expected which is good - and I got to be a pirate in the driveway so I had fun.

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Let's call today: 'Monday, 30 October 2006'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
25 weeks after the shave for the cure
My first haircut since the shave. I was getting rather unfunky and needed some shape and colour.
*shudder* The mullet was growing. Ooh reds.
I had a nice hairdresser girl who was so short that even when the chair was down I had to sink so she could get the top of my head. Hehehe. Cute.

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Let's call today: 'Sunday, 29 October 2006'

pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
I'm sorry

You have too much baggage and I'm not strong enough to carry you.
I can't get into something like this again. I've been there and haven't found what I was after. I'm sorry, I really am.

And yes I miss them; I miss them all, but that doesn't mean I want them back again. We're over for a reason.
Most of them just have their own things to work out... or they're simply jerks.

I've sorted myself out finally. Now I need someone who has done the same.

I met a girl a few weeks ago - no nothing too exciting, she's straight and taken so calm down - we were really alike and had similar humour. We hung on each other's words all evening. She made me feel charming and funny and important.
It was nice to feel that again, and from a total stranger no less.

She got completely under my skin, in a good way. If nothing else, I might have made a cool friend; otherwise, if it was just a one-off meeting, I had a good night out anyway.

I'm glad I'm not always the freak magnet.

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pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
"And I stiiiiiiilll haven't foooooooound what I'm looking forrrrrrrr..."

keywords that called the masses hither this month:

  • headshave video woman
  • darkdragon209 (who??)
  • gay youth stories you're really sexy. i cried as he kissed me
  • picture women sexplay
  • spin dryer instructions
  • what's the size of emma watson's boobs? (i have no idea....)
  • annelizabeth wells
  • lush boobs
  • wiggle news greg sick
  • the wiggles - greg page sick
  • wine seaford, delaware october 28
  • johnny argent photo
  • david tench and the wiggles
  • girls fucking gearsticks (hahaha I remember that post... damn lesbians making my gearstick messy!!...okay eww.)
  • wiggles greg sick australia
  • emma watson pokie
  • true live labjacd
  • jill mason equus type
  • did greg leave the wiggles?
  • john argent (yes he is a child molester... i heard he died? that true?)
  • greg wiggle sick
  • katies cat handy

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  • pirategirl wrote in the notebook:

    Feast Opening Parade is November 11th NOT November 3rd... the site was not updated from last year's festival when I gave the latter date in an earlier post.

    Random Thoughts of the Moment: If there's one thing I hate, it's seeing good equipment in the hands of someone who a) doesn't know or is not willing to learn how to use it, and/or b) doesn't appreciate it.

    Also, I hate talking to drunk people. I'm so over getting drunk, I don't see the point of it. Why make the sole purpose of your day/night/existence getting out and getting smashed? I don't understand it.
    Does that mean I've nothing to escape from and therefore the concept of completely fucking myself up with a gallon of booze holds no significance for me?

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    Another gentle reminder...

    ...that it's my birthday in a few days and in case you're still stumped as to what to get me, here's an easy to comprehend list of what you can win me over with and a link to where/how to get them:

  • 'Amor Amor' by Arielle Dombasle
  • the PostSecret book
  • Wicked (Audio Book) by Gregory Maguire (narrated by John McDonough)
  • a real Barbosa style pirate hat... brown, Small size please
  • Canon EOS 400D SLR Camera... or their Powershot A500 will do too

  • Remember ebay is a good alternative means of acquiring some said items, and if you miss my birthday don't worry, Christmas isn't far away.
    And don't be concerned with issues like 'what if someone else is getting her the same thing I am??'... one can never have too many pirate hats.

    Happy shopping! :D

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    Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 24 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    What a day

    Yesterday I had what was supposed to be my final root canal. Alas though, my tooth had other plans. It was stabbed... twice. And it didn't like it much.
    I was working in Woodcroft Library today when my tooth decided it was still mad at me.
    The shoot was cancelled as I was carted off crying and screaming to have an emergency date with my dentist lady who told me she didn't like to see her patients in tears.
    They opened up my tooth again, told it to behave itself, and closed it up with dressing again.
    What with the tears and the pain and the yelling, I was pretty wiped out when I staggered out of the chair. The lovely dentist and the other nice girls at that practise told me it was okay to cry... which made me want to cry more.
    Then I took myself home for an hour where I curled up for a while with painkillers and a water bottle and a box of tissues, and my boss called me to see how I was feeling.

    I felt like such an idiot.

    But anyway, when I got back to the library to pack up, my friend Marion who works there said that everyone was cool with the shoot being cancelled and having to go to another one this week EXCEPT this one lady who was very annoyed... who DIDN'T even have an appointment!
    Well then you forfeit your bitching rights don't you wench!!

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    Let's call today: 'Sunday, 22 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    OH MY GOD!!

    Whenever anyone asks me what my favourtie musical is, I reply 'Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street'... closely followed by (and in danger of being overtaken by) 'Wicked: The Untold Story of the Witches of Oz'.

    After watching Charlie and The Chocolate Factory on Foxtel just now - and trying to record it after Sweeney Todd In Concert I may add - I watched the extra info during the credit where they interviewed Burton and Depp while I squirmed in delight as though actually in their talented and godly presence(s).

    I learned that Charlie and The Chocolate Factory is the fifth collaboration between the two genius spunks (eccentric brilliance is spunky) in fifteen years. That was enough to impress me right there. Then a piece of information closed the mini-documentary and made me scream out OH MY GOD and nearly have myself an orgasm right then and there:
    The next project my two idols will be tackling, also involving another of my golden calves Helena Bonham-Carter who first won me over as Olivia in Twelfth Night, will be...

    I nearly fainted.

    I've just logged on to msn and shared my joy and discovered that I am indeed rather late in finding this out - but I care not!! My exuberance cannot be marred! The film is currently in pre-production and is scheduled to be released next year.
    Burton, Johnny, Helena, Sweeney Todd... a film involving any of these would have been sheer exhilaration to my bizarre taste in productions... but ALL of them???

    I can't get up. I need sticks.

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    Let's call today: 'Saturday, 21 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    I believe the children are our future

    and that child sex offences should be a thing of the past.

    The above link is for a UK petition.

    Go here for an Australian petition that demands, amongst other things, that 'all sex offenders are registered and all child sex offenders should be instantaneously dismissed from positions that enable them contact with children'.

    Please sign both, as this is a global problem, not a local one.

    Movement Against Kindred Offenders (M.A.K.O) have a register of convicted offenders here.
    I was just looking through the SA list when I recognised a name.
    John Argent.
    I'd forgotten all about him but he was a friend of my parents when I was little.
    He was convicted in 1992 when I was about 9. I remember hearing about it. I also remember thinking I must have been lucky not to have been a target, but I later learned that I was the wrong sex, and my brother's age was too old for him... he enjoyed more youthful boys.
    The fucktard.
    He was the first homosexual person I'd ever met (that I'd known to be so anyway) - and he turned out to be a paedophile... great first impression huh?

    Looking through the list just now with my dad he recalled the house parties he went to with his mates in the 70s and there was a group of men (not directly affiliated with Dad's crowd, but the friend's of friends kinda thing) that'd bring young kids, and they'd all scorn them. 'No thanks, we didn't want to know,' he said.

    At first I thought he was just saying they turned their backs on the issue, which didn't really make me think much of him. But then he continued...

    He recounted to me when one of his mates (an infamous rogue known as 'Mocca' who died when I was too little to remember him now but is nonetheless spoken of in my family with much affection for his antics and good humour - an all round 'good bloke' from what I'm told) and two others walked into a room at one such party and caught a guy with a young boy.

    They beat him within an inch of his life.

    Even a friend called Ray, of whom I've never heard before today, supposed to be the quiet calm one, tore into the sick motherfucker with everything in him. Dad joined in too. Then they left. I don't know what happened to the poor kid.

    Everytime I learn things like this about my Dad, about his brief and rarely spoken about moments of heroism in his past, the more I think I'd have liked him better if I knew him as a friend years ago than as his daughter today.

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    The other night I was watching the second episode to ABC's Life At 1. I think every parent should watch it... especially the messed up ones I meet at work.
    For some reason it's not on regularly so check out the website for more info. Alternately you can grab the DVD on ebay here.

    On a completely unrelated note, I played Harry Potter SceneIt with Ben and I didn't die quite as badly as the last time I played it.
    Conclusion: the constant intake of Harry Potter since that first game has paid off.

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    Let's call today: 'Friday, 20 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:

    Workin' hard.
    The only good lookin girl in Munno Para... meh the costume girl was okay too.

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    Snatch! Nab! Swipe! Grab!
    The Minlaton Native Animal Reserve had no kangaroos or anything... just a million scary emus who RAN to the fence whenever a car pulled up.
    That said, I kinda like emus. Even if they do hiss and stand a foot taller than your head and made noises in their throats like you're thwacking a stick against an old length of plumping pipe.
    Like them or not, I was thankful for the fence.

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    So on my birthday I'm holding a get-together at the Old Bush Inn, on High Street, Willunga.
    I say holding - actually it's more I'm telling everyone 'I'll be there, come along if you want'.
    Not an actual party or anything, just an open invite to anyone that wants to gatecrash me and few friends heading out that night.

    There's an open mic night happening there between 8-11pm.
    We'll be rocking up around the 8 mark, and won't be kicking on too late cos I have to work the next day.

    So come on over, bring your instruments, have a few pints, catch up with the muso folk, and bring your earplugs.

    It's like karaoke but with instruments... and some talent... and a few aging bogans playing lots of Chicago everynow and then.

    If you don't know when my birthday is:
    A) how dare you, as if you don't remember my birthday!!!
    B) just ask me and I'll remind you - it's on a Thursday this year.

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    'Oh Jack, I know how you feel...'
    For all my fellow Burton/ Jack Skellington followers:

    Nightmare Before Christmas is coming back to cinema's.... in 3D!!
    Learn more on the Greater Union site here

    I've been waiting for further word on it for months. Thanks to Basil for the link.

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    Toot Toot Chugga Chugga Big Red Car Faces

    A big consoling pat on the back to Murray Cook and Anthony Field after appearing on David Tench Tonight lastnite.

    Though I'm not Tench's number one fan, I made an effort to see the Red and Blue Wiggles boys on the insipid computer-animated host's talk show.

    As their painful interview progressed, Anthony just kept shaking his head and covering his face while Murray could really only chuckle nervously at the suggestions and questions fired at them by the melon-headed Tench.

    Agreed, Tench's gimmick is to be an irreverant unconventional albeit inquisitive host, but damn Network Ten... these were the Wiggles dammit!

    They couldn't comment at all about Tench's suggestions to
  • putting Wags the Dog down for barking day and night
  • hypothetically what would they do if they were told that the CIA had reason to believe that Osama Bin Laden was hiding in the Wags suit during a show
  • if they'd consider bringing out Wiggles' brand caffeine pills for the mums
  • or if they thought his songs 'You're adopted so tuck yourself in' would be a hit.

  • An article in the Northern Territory News Tench Seeks A Bigger Audience (5.10.06) talks about the controversial show pushing boundaries:

    So much so, that at last week's taping with the Wiggles' Murray Cook and Anthony Field, a hypothetical question concerning Osama bin Laden posing as Wags the Dog had to be edited. Field says he could deal with the technology - interviewees respond to a projection of Tench above his empty desk - but the irreverent questioning was hard to handle.

    "I felt trapped in there," he says, laughing. "Tench can say and do whatever he likes, that's him, but us, we've got to stay as Wiggles!" Cook adds: "We've got to stay in character for the parents. We've never been asked about the Iraq war before."

    I'm sure the boys would have loved to partake in the fun of such an interview - but not while they're wearing their badges and officially representing themselves and their fellow wiggly counterparts.

    The article in the NT News goes on to explain how the CGI character is brought to life via motion capture sensors, and comments on the true-life host's, performer Drew Forsythe, witticism and sharp ad lib ability.
    Admittedly, it is this that drew me into watching my first episode of Tench (no pun intended) and I recall mentioning to Maz that I hated him yet was intrigued lured by his ad libbing prowess - something Maz and I both appreciate in hosts and loathe to see on television and instead of us... especially when we feel we can do better.

    But back to the subject at hand. I just wanted to extend my feelings of 'aw you poor bastards' to Murray and Anthony, and I think they did remarkably well despite the very obvious discomfort they were experiencing during the ordeal.
    Which only leaves me to raise the question: How the hell did Greg and Jeff get out of it??
    Jeff evidently would have been asleep... Greg... hmm I'll leave my personal opinions about Greg out of this...

    One thing I did agree with Tench about, Murray and Anthony are definately the better Wiggles. Anthony's the only one without a scary smileyface

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    Let's call today: 'Sunday, 15 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    23 weeks
    23 weeks after the shave (a.k.a cute hair)

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    cute crayon people by Dustin "Dustball" Mclean

    love it.
    on water! ooh yeah! on water! that's right!

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    My birthday wishlist:

  • BBC David Attenborough documentaries
  • A new microphone
  • Nightmare Before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, and/or Charlie & The Chocolate Factory on DVD
  • Shoes
  • Painty Plastery Fun
  • Some swanky headphones
  • (Believe it or not) cute hairclips for work
  • Tickets to see Wicked in Chicago, New York and/or Los Angeles
  • Kelly MacDonald
  • A pretty kite
  • a Canon PowerShot A500

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    Let's call today: 'Saturday, 14 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    "I beg your pardon? Did you just tell your mother to shut up??
    You shut up you fat whore!"

    - a mother shouting to her adult daughter in the parking lot today.

    I'd love to say that laughter followed to indicate jest, but it never did.

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    Let's call today: 'Thursday, 12 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    Thoughts I must share

    If I had brought my camera to work today I could have made an entire photographic series with the... erm... 'characters' that frequent Munno Para Shopping City.
    I'd title it: Contraception - It's a Good Thing.

    Congratulations to Danny for successfully picking out my bare chest in the sealed Donor's Only section of Boobiethon. I was suitably impressed since he's never actually seen the sight in the flesh, though he did have some hints thanks to me so maybe it's not all that impressive. But still, he searched diligently until he found them, it must have been hard work scrolling through pages and pages of breasts.
    Boobiethon is still up and running guys so get on over there and continue the support! Thanks to all donors and boob-barers.

    Also what the hell is with SBS and commercials?
    Raegan says they now suck and that I can tell them so, so ner.
    I agree.

    "We share your loathing! Unadulterated loathing!"

    "Don't dream too far
    Don't lose sight of who you are
    Don't remember that rush of joy
    He could be that boy
    I'm not that girl"

    -from Wicked: The Untold Story of The Witches of Oz

    Listening to a Broadway Musical Soundtrack at full volume on a warm evening in peak hour traffic earns you some rather interesting looks.

    A friendly reminder that the Feast Festival kicks off next month... hopefully work won't send me too far away so I can attend the Opening March and Picnic In The Park.

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    Let's call today: 'Tuesday, 10 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    You really are just a sad insipid little individual aren't you?

    Some people I will never understand.

    I worked in Aldinga Library today, and I'm doing Woodcroft and Seaford in a couple weeks. Another photogrpaher is doing the other Onka Libraries.
    I don't know why we do libraries - the job means we have to be loud and jovial and allround disruptive... some people just can't deal with that, as we learnt today.

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    Let's call today: 'Sunday, 8 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    To anyone who saw me today: due to my attempt to rockstar-it-up last nite, my hair was still full of product today and isn't usually that boofy. Messy yes, boofy no.

    The Zep Boys
    @ The Gov

    Joe and I, along with 2 of his mates, headed out to release our inner bogans and break out the air guitars to the Zep Boys lastnite (or Zep Boy singular rather, since the singer is the only member from the original band).

    Admittedly I'm not a huge fan of the sort of music they were covering, and I wasn't in a good state of mind for tackling crowds, but I enjoyed myself hanging in the beer garden with the lads and once even joining in to Stairway To Heaven, grateful to hear a song I actually knew the words to.

    It was to be expected that there was a rather mixed crowd present. There was the Y Generation like myself, not really brought up on the music but there and enjoying it nonetheless, a small group of people that looked like they'd rather be somewhere else (there was a cute girl in front of me who fell into this category, she looked kinda sad and distracted and I found myself wondering why she was even there), and everyone else between the ages of 30 and 60+ wearing some.... extraordinary clothes.

    Planet Bogan.

    But ah well, I had fun. And it was nice to just hang out and cuddle Joe for a few hours if nothing else. During the evening Joe asked me when he gets to meet my mum. I don't him he doesn't.
    He said he wants to. I don't him no, he doesn't.
    The drive back from working in the riverland earlier that day was catching up to me so I didn't kick on with the rest of them, merely drove back home and stumbled into bed and slept like the dead.

    Then woke up with the odd hair that I've been sporting today, worked on trying to fix a stupid webpage up for the Onkaparinga elections, caught up with Carly briefly, saw had dinner with Basil, watched some Idol with Basky-Carly, and had a nice kitty cuddle with Banjo which I don't think I've ever enjoyed for that long ever! Makes a nice change from Katie's cat who cosiders mauling as a sign of affection. Freaky abused RSPCA cat.

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    Let's call today: 'Monday, 2 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    RevelationsBlur: Lunchtime on a difficult day
    Today I had to think really hard before I could remember specifically the last time I hurt myself.
    The day before yesterday something randomly floated through my head:
    I am a good person.

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    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:

    Yesterday it rained; light, pretty rain that made everything fresh and clean and new. It didn't grow cold, only a light grey day for a few moments as the tiny droplets trickled and tickled and ran their fingers down the walls.
    Then out came the sun to make the wet world shine again.
    Spending the time with the one I love the most; squinting in the glare as we walked and talked and went about the day; curled in her chair blinking from tiredness; sitting by her door listening to the breeze and the leaves and the birds; I felt safe again.
    Yesterday was a Sunday; a day of rain and of light and of the gentle air that held me and told me the busy week was over and it was time to rest.

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    Let's call today: 'Sunday, 1 October 2006'

    pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
    Ben Folds and the ASO

    Holy fedora! As usual, he was an absolute golden god!

    Eliza and I left my place at about 7:30pm and got into the city about 8:05pm and by the time we parked and got to the Festival Theatre it was 8:20pm... pretty much 'early' by gig standards. But as I've now twice found out, the Festival Theatre doesn't hold normal concerts, where you wander in sometime around when doors open, catch some of the support band, grab a drink in the break, come back and rock on to the main act.

    No, we had to be shepherded in after the third or so song during the applause, but we made it in time for Adelaide and discovered that our seats were very awesome - fifth row close to the centre.... so close we could see his dimples and that he had a hole in his pants -- not that we were checking out his rear at all... it was just pointing at us I swear.


    The 2 hours went far too fast while he pounded out several songs mostly from albums Whatever & Ever Amen, Rockin The Suburbs, and Songs For Silverman. Some he played solo, some while the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra lifted the harmonies and made them sail round our heads and hearts and we all fell for him... not that his music needs carrying... nor do we need assistance to fall in love with him.

    "I think that we should settle down and live happily forever after. What do you think of that?"
    *response of cheers and hoots from the Ben Folds fans... including (and perhaps led by) Eliza and myself*

    On the note of audience participation, it was easy to tell the ASO crowd apart from the Ben Folds crowd. Ben usually pulls a rather boisterous bogan audience, especially in his much-loved town of Adelaide, as last years gig illustrated nicely. In our sectioin, every half dozen people or so there would be a group of people bopping in their seats and mouthing/singing along or attempting to boost the applause (guilty right here).

    Most of the more animated fans were up in the expensive seats, but I found them too far from Ben for my liking, I'd rather save money AND be nice and close.
    By the end of the show I think we may have made a few converts amongst the more composed and quiet ASO crowd - though I'm sure none of them appreciated my ridicule of them and my oft repeated 'damn orchestra crowd, clap dammit, don't be so scared!', but ah screw them I was enjoying myself.

    Ben did his usual trick of allowing us to back him up, assigning us harmonies and then conducting us. He also chose not to play Not The Same on the play, opting instead to let the orchestra play while he stood and danced (he declared that he was gonna 'bust a move' for us and it was most enjoyable to behold) and sung and conducted us. Again the division of the crowd was evident as most of the ASO people had no idea what the hell was going on while he made us aaah a funky beat. The fans like myself were right into it and had to carry the others as his signal for us to be louder was approached with tentative hums and nervous giggles from the ASO folk. I can't blame them too much tho - an evening of the works of Mozart doesn't require much effort on their part and they were more used to just sitting and listening.

    Narcolepsy was accompanied by both the orchestra and a talented Tenor whose name I've forgotten unfortunately, which, with the cymbals and strings, gave a rather dramatic effect with crescendo after crescendo til you felt like you were going to faint or wet yourself.

    Playing no new songs - except from a rather crude one that he used as a filler while the orchestra got organised which was a rather catchy-in-a-broadway-style albeit explicit song about a man leaving in the middle of the night to sell and take drugs and sleep with hookers etc which I'm giving the title of 'This Boring Life' taken from a line - Ben belted out mostly Rockin The Suburbs' titles, providing the story behind the creation of most of them.

    After the gig we poured into the foyer and herded over at the Merch Counter and Eliza and I got some kick ass shirts. I wanted another one as well which was a bit more girly (oh shut up) but they only came in sizes 10 and 12... how stupid.

    Then we ran back to car just in time before the parking lot closed and spent the rest of the drive home in complete and utter awe. *sigh*

    He is, was, and forever will be still my god.

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