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Pining for the Fjords
January 19, 2004, 9:39 p.m. Hello all! I went out the past two nights, so that was why there were no updates. I’m sure you all missed me terribubbly. On Saturday I went to Jazz in the Domain, which was pretty spifferific. I really liked the first band, they played traditional jazz, the kind that makes you want to get up and dance. The second band I really didn’t like – one of the people I was sitting with described them as “wallpaper music”, and I find that an apt description. The third band were okay, but by that time I just wasn’t listening anymore. But I had a fun time anyway, meeting new people (who all seemed to know people I knew already [other than the person I was meeting them through. If you know what I mean]). On Sunday Squidgey and I trekked up to Dee Why (it’s a 45 minute bus trip north of the city, and the city is a half-hour bus trip east of me) to see Life of Brian at an open air cinema. That was fun. It was amazingly cold, and I hadn’t brought anything warm, so another friend lent me her picnic blanket to rug up in (’scuse the pun). I feel really bad, cause Ellie was working that day till six, and we were meeting at 7 so she couldn’t make it. But when we got there, we found out it started at 8:15, so she could have made it. And I didn’t think to ring her and tell her to get her arse over! Sorry Ellie! She would have really enjoyed it too, because there was a quick talent competition on beforehand, where you performed Monty Python skits or songs to win a dinner at some restaurant in Dee Why. She knows those sorts of things off by heart, so she could have entered, and possibly won. As it is, another guy in our group (whom I am calling Dernhelm, because a) he looks like a Rohirrim and b) he cares about fat content like a girl) entered and won, performing the Dead Parrot Sketch by himself. Dernhelm was a really nice guy – very easy to talk to – but as is always the case, is off-limits. He and the friend who lent me her picnic blanket are ‘cuddle-buddies’, and while she says there’s nothing going on, I’m not sure he sees it that way. Plus, even if there was a chance, he lives on the wrong side of Sydney (i.e., not near me) and I ain’t going down that path again. Anyway, word on the street is that he has a hairy back, and that’s a bit of a turn off. So anyhoo, who thinks the leader of the Dead Men of the White Mountain looks like Geoffrey Rush? Does anyone else wonder if there’s some connection between this similarity and the Mel Gibson similarity? They did share a house in their struggling-actor days . . . hmm . . . Oh, and before I go – I recently got a diary review back, and the reviewers said she “saw one title [she] didn't like,” – any idea which one it could be? I take a bit of pride in my entry titles, and am surprised someone could find them offensive. Perhaps it was “Nobody Gets Into Heaven Without a Glowstick”, or “We’re Happy Little Communists, As Red As Red Can Be,” or “Iraqi Asks For Discount on Price of Freedom,”. Ooh, ooh! Maybe it’s “Amputee Frequents Second-Hand Store,”. Suggestions?
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