|Making a whole new atheism.
||[Jun. 27th, 2008|02:22 am]
I've got that thing where I really want to write something in here but have no idea what to say. It's like the written equivalent of loving the sound of your own voice. Or, perhaps, not wanting to go to bed yet.|
Oh, here's something cool - today and yesterday I had 'As Is' by Ani Difranco in my head and finally realised how fucking AMAZING it is, and now whenever I'm reminded of it I get a lovely fuzzy feeling (I nearly typed 'lovely fussy feeling' then ... oh, lol at me). Which leads me onto my next "point" - the other day I said 'lol at you' down the phone to my mum, who swiftly responded 'lol at U2'. She's clearly learning, and I am clearly not warping the meaning of her anachronisms. God, I hate U2.
Hmm hmm hmm. Also, on Monday I went to London to see Tegan and Sara for the fifth time this year, with Sof and her mother, and it was ridiculous/superb. Basically, several taxi-based faults and my being severely distracted when I was booking the coach tickets meant that, at half eight in the morning, I was pacing the pavement outside Mary's house -
AS IS JUST CAME ON SPONTANEOUSLY! FOR SOME REASON THIS HAS EVEN MORE VALUE THAN WHEN I DOUBLE-CLICK ON IT! -
waiting and being blinded by the sun because I'd left my sunglasses somewhere ridiculous, i.e. Oxley (which, thank God, is no longer my home in Leeds. HOORAY). Then there was lots of running around and buying of shitty Gregg's food that isn't really sugary, and then there was waiting for half the coach journey before eating to help me pass/divide the thyme, then I realised I'd left my insulin in Leeds. So, a few hours later, a very hungry me arrived and wandered around for a little while on the phone to Sof trying to figure out where we both were, and then we embarked on what turned out to be a two-hour jaunt around Victoria's finest pharmacies to get, y'know, that stuff I need to live. Let me reiterate: this took TWO HOURS, mostly due to beaurocracy. Best/worst sections include the bitch-from-hell nurse at the NHS drop-in centre who boomed 'THAT IS YOUR LIFE' when I told her I'd left my insulin at home (I controlled myself and replied through gritted teeth 'I'm aware of that. I thought it was in my bag. It wasn't. Now I need you to give me more', later ejaculating 'THAT NURSE WAS SUCH A BITCH' towards the receptionist furiously/hopefully as I left). I also overheard her haranguing a Polish woman who'd been waiting in the waiting room for some time and, it transpired, had accidentally written her son's date of birth as some time in 1979 rather than 1997: 'well, if you write badly on the form then you will get held up. No, really, look at it - you made a mistake. These things happen when you don't write properly. You should have checked it thoroughly - our staff can't be expected to translate poor penmanship! Now you're going to have to go downstairs and fill it all in again.' Woman (probably through gritted teeth): 'I actually have to be in work in an hour.' (leaves to get form) Nurse then bitches to the woman's son about her. I remain aghast. Another great bit was once I'd received my prescription only to be told by a pharmacist that, while they could give me a pen, they wouldn't be able to give me insulin 'til the next day. He actually looked taken aback when I told him that simply wasn't good enough. Do these people not understand the concept of 'life or death'?! Anyway, finally we sorted it and I fell onto a table in some crappy food court somewhere and devoured a sandwich. Then we went to Sof's house and hung out and ate her mum's AMAZING pesto with pasta (and had a salad with avocado in it - win), then we went to T&S. There were markedly more straight people there than previous gigs I've been to, which I was dead pleased about until the boys behind us started singing along really loudly, with the words AND the keyboard riffs .... why?! I wanted to punch them. And then one of them spilt beer on my head. And then when I turned around angrily he said 'it didn't spill!' I was literally speechless. If you're going to bring your shitty undeserved privileges into a queer space then fine, perhaps you've not had time enough to become educated enough to help it beforehand and you just need to learn, but, for fuck's sake don't flaunt your shit while you still have it, especially at the angry gynosexuals. Please. Thankyou. Twatface. Tegan and Sara were, on the other hand, amazing amazing amazing. Sara's hair in particular was just ... wow. For the first time I actively fancied the pants off her, almost as much as I fancy Tegan. (I came across a top the other day that said 'Tegan or Sara - I'm not fussy.' I wish I could get it, but that would be a lie.) Also, it was revealed that Tegan is single. SINGLE. Win, said the happily-married louse. Actually, Mary only approaches just-more-than-jokingly annoyed about me fancying other people when she doesn't also fancy them. We were watching A Shot At Love 2 with Tila Tequila (please don't ask me why) the other day and I was drooling over Lisa, which apparently wasn't on?! But when I sit in front of her Playstation salivating over Lara it's fine. Anyway, the point is Mary fancies Tegan, so all adultery with her is FINE. w00t. Jesus Christ, what a long paragraph. Let's stop. Here's As Is for anyone who isn't acquainted:
(Oh, my God. I was just uploading this on megaupload and suddenly the advert said in big red letters 'DO NOT UPLOAD PORN HERE!' I thought, fine, normal censorship (well, sort of not fine, but I'm not going to go into the details of my attitude towards porn right now), when it changed to 'GO TO MEGAEROTIC INSTEAD!' It tickled me. Not like that.)