Saturday, April 20, 2002 12:22 a.m.

Currently listening to: "He's Gone" Suede

Fuck off Oasis! I said fuck off! Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!
Is it obvious that I just watched Top of the Pops on UKTV and saw Oasis "perform" (you know it's all fake) their new song? God dammit I'm annoyed that Blur finally got around to releasing a new album (after what, about three years?) and Oasis had to go and do the same thing! Stupid fucking Oasis! Of course, it's possible that they were copied by Blur. If that's the case, then I think it's kinda cute. Silly little Damon, always competing with people. ^_^

In other TotP news, I saw Michelle Branch sing, and she really isn't a talented live performer. I hate her even more now than I did before. But I must admit that she was better than Britany Spears, who was clearly just miming along with her own album. I've heard that song of hers about sexual confussion (and that is so what it's about) enough times on Channel [V] to recognise what was going on. It was kind of funny though, because Ms Branch and her band were set up near stupid Ms Spears, and Michelle looked like she was strumming along while Britney fake-sang, really getting into it.

I'm off to Brisbane tomorrow afternoon to see my cousins. I haven't seen them since around September last year, and I'm very much looking forward to it. Luke (who's a year younger than I am) has somewhat of a reputation as the musical god. He was actually at 1999's Big Day Out, which was the infamous (no, not really) year which featured Marilyn Manson, Courtney Love, and... The Manic Street Preachers! Nicky had pretty hair clips that year! I'm so excited... The End.

Tuesday, April 16, 2002 02:34 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Under you spell" Amber Benson [from Once More With Feeling]

Shit! Shit in a good way! As some people know (because I used to talk about it a lot) Queer as Folk UK is my favourite television show that I've never seen an episode of. I hadn't read much about it for awhile though, so I read the old recaps at Television Without Pity. Shit. The kind recapper made a point of naming any noticable songs in it. First episode? Beautiful Ones by Suede! I love that song! The fourth episode? Pulp's Common People and later... You Don't Care About Us! Placeeeeeebo has a song in it!

This will so be my favourite show when I finally see it. It's got everything! Pretty gay boys! Pretty Vince's unrequited love! Pretty Vince's Doctor Who obsession (I had one of those!), giddily good music! Placebo! God I'm excited! I still can't get over the fact that we didn't have cable when it was on Fox8 two years ago. I'm kicking myself, kicking myself, kicking myself over that. Yes, I meant to write that three times. The End.

Tuesday, April 16, 2002 09:48 a.m.

Currently listening to: "Walk through the fire" Buffy cast [from Once More With Feeling]

I enjoyed last night's episode of Buffy, just like every other fans of both musicals and the show. Like so many other Australian peoples, I've been looking forward to this one for awhile, if only to laugh at the pathetic attempts the actors would make at singing. And now it has reached that point where I must pass judgement upon this musical extravaganza. Hopefully this judgement passing won't take too long, though; I have Velvet Goldmine sitting near me, begging to be watched.

Like all good reviewers, I'll start with the good things. There was lots of songs. Honestly, there has never been anything in history that comes close to being better than lots of songs. I mean, some things have tried to be as good as lots of songs, but ultimately they end up failing, and they just look stupid for even considering that they could for one moment... Sorry. Anyway, I'll talk about my favourite song they did later (like, after I talk about the bad shit) because... well, I'll explain later, like I said. Tara was very good. I just know that no one else will have liked her voice, but I loved it. Giles is good too, but everyone already knew that. Wait, the best thing! The mustard guy! "They got the mustard out!"

Bad things make good people sad. What are my complaints? Well, it's apparently a well known fact that James Marsters is a good singer, of course. And he may well have been, if he hadn't been working so hard at keeping his fake English accent while doing it. Most people's accents aren't noticable when they sing anyway, so why did he have to ruin his songs with it? Dammit. On other annoying things, the song where Buffy admitted that she wasn't in hell could have been good, if they hadn't included those hideous flat notes. Flat notes are fine of course, but not when the whole song is in a major key except for those few notes! One last thing, the musical demon of the week looked like he had a tree growing out of his chin. There were other annoying things as well, but they weren't as painful.

The best song was by far the Walk through the fire song that Buffy started when she was looking for Dawn, and then everyone joined in. There was one line that was just... good. I think it was the fourth one in the song, when Buffy said (sang) "I want the fire back". Perfect. Even without any special talent as a singer, she still made that line really moving. But, all this loving talk for this song having been said, there were two things that really irritated me. First, Giles sings about how he might have done the wrong thing by sending Buffy to get Dawn by herself, then he says that maybe his slayer is too far gone to care. Is he saying that Buffy doesn't care about Dawn anymore? That part really shits me. The other crappy thing is when Willow says "I think this lines mostly filler". Mostly?! How could Joss put a stupid line like that in such a serious song? Could he really not come up with that something that rhymed better than that? Can you tell I got this song off audiogalaxy?

I've written way too much about this. The End.

Sunday, April 14, 2002 09:10 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Wherever you will go" The Calling

I've had a musical week. Not only did I see Brian and his friends and Danny and his friends on Channel [V], I also saw The Calling on Saturday. Alex Band is a lovely boi, isn't he! I think he might be special friends with his guitarist too. Anyway, I also saw the episode of The Simpsons that the Smashing Pumpkins are in, and I hadn't seen it for ages. Mmm, musical week.

It might just be me, but I think that Australia might finally be taking notice of The Strokes. Within twenty minutes I saw two of their songs on Saturday. I'm glad (because I love them) but I'm also a little sad that this band I love so much, that was formerly unknown to everyone I know, will actually be recognisable now. But hey, I couldn't expect people to ignore Julian Casablancas' loveliness forever. The End.

Saturday, April 13, 2002 02:49 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Chemical Heart" Grinspoon

Thursday afternoon was marvelous. Silverchair hosted WHATUWANT, the Channel [V] music request show, and Danny was wearing eyeliner and looking really pretty. He admited to once having a crush on the singer from Poison when he was in primary school, then claimed it was because he thought it was a girl. Danny also gave Ben a flower to wear and said it accentuated his prettiness. Later he was holding some flowers, then realised how girly he looked and quickly threw them away. He's so cute, and so obviously gay. He just needs to accept it, and shave. Danny really needs to shave.

Last night the most horrible, unbelievable thing happened while I was on the computer; my love of music went away. I was looking through my playlist of about 150 songs, and there was not one single song I actually wanted to listen to. So I sat in silence for about an hour, then forced myself to listen to a few songs by different people. It didn't work, but this morning everything was back to normal in the musical zone. It must have just been a passing, temporary thing.

Wednesday, April 10, 2002 11:35 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Toxicity" System of a Down

I should feel terrible. I should be kicking myself in the arse. In fact, my arse should be smeared all over a road somewhere. But it's not, and one day I will come to terms with liking a Shakira song. But that day is not today, and it's probably not tomorrow. Maybe the day after? The End.

Tuesday, April 9, 2002 04:42 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Yuko and Hiro" Blur

Today was hideous. Of course I was expecting this, but Rach was away (getting off her braces, yay for her!) so I had to sit by myself in English. This pain was dulled for a moment though, when the class started reading about sexism in literature from a text book. There were sentences from different sources showing examples of sexism in literature. What was one of them? "What a piece of work is a man!" from Hamlet! Where do I know this from? Withnail and I! It's part of the speach Withnail makes at the end! With my incredible knowledge in hand... er, head, I was able to point out to the teacher that later the speech (I've forgotten the special word for it; it's not a sonnet, but it's something like that) says that man delights not me/him, nor women neither, thus leading me to assume that he truly is only talking about men being a piece of work. The teacher was a little impressed, I think. I hope. After all, she thinks I'm an idiot. The End.

Monday, April 8, 2002 11:44 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Love Cats" The Cure

I must return to the Bog of Eternal Stench tomorrow. Some people would call it school, but not me (and probably not Jareth either. He seems to love talking about that Bog). These educational institution-related thoughts make me sad. So very, very sad. But on other things, I have some advice for people who eat Weatbix. Don't use castor sugar. It's very fine, so it tastes like sand. I don't like sand, and I'm assuming that no one else does either, so remember my words of wisdom. The End.

Sunday, April 7, 2002 01:14 a.m.

I just found out that yesterday was the eight year anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death. I mourn a legend, on behalf of Richey (who liked him very much) as well as myself.

Saturday, April 6, 2002 11:42 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Peeping Tom" Placebo

I am so psychic! Not really, but just then I suddenly decided to get off the computer and check what was on Channel V. The second I switched it on Gorecki by Lamb started to play! I've only ever seen it one other time, and that was when I discovered that it was the source of my favourite minature song from Moulin Rouge. Needless to say, I was happy and thrilled. I just wish I'd taped it.

As I promised yesterday, this is later and I'm writing more. Although the CD store I found was great (like I've already said) I'm not quite ashamed to admit that I almost started crying while in there by myself. I was looking inside the little CD book of each of the Manics CDs because I've never been able to that before (they're always in plastic). When I got to This is my truth tell me yours, their fifth album, the final credits contained a dedication: 'for Richey and Phillip' (their manager who died of cancer in 1994). I lost it. When everyone came looking for me and asked my what was wrong I stupidly told them. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

It's raining. I wish it would rain forever and ever and ever. That'd be nice. The End.

Friday, April 5, 2002 05:14 p.m.

I just got back from the O'Sullivan's. We slept there last night, then went to the giant, lovely Chermside shopping centre today. Originally we were all going to see a movie, but that just didn't work out. I found the most fantstic CD store in the whole world, and it wasn't even a HMV! This one was called 'Sounds' and not only did it have all of the Manics CDs, it also had Rufus! It was the first time I'd ever seen Rufus in a shop! Yay! I'll have to write more of this later.

Wednesday, April 3, 2002 10:49 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Passive Agressive" Placebo

We finally did our preformance at Karakas restaurant. I sucked, and that made it very difficult for me to accept the very few compliments we received. I messed up on songs that I haven't messed up on for weeks, and my voice was really shaky because I was so nervous. Luckily not as many people were there as I had been told there would be. We practised all day, I can't believe how badly I stuffed up.

Yesterday Kathryn and I went to see Gosford Park. I was especially excited because I found out that Richard E. Grant is in it (aka the guy who played Withnail) although I was planning to see it before I found out he was in it. Honestly, it wasn't that great. I was rather bored for the first half, even though Master Richard's character was on the amusing side. The second half improved, but by then it was too late to save it.

Tuesday, April 2, 2002 05:43 p.m.

Everyone knew that March 31 was Steve Hewitt's birthday, right? Well, I just found out that it was also Ewan's birthday! Isn't that funny, they have the same birthday!

Too many people have been told about the Karakas thing, which we will finally be doing tomorrow. I'm going to totally stuff up, because I just can't sing for people I know. Help me please. The End.

Tuesday, April 2, 2002 01:58 a.m.

Currently listening to: "19/2000" Gorillaz

I have one final theory which I must express before Withnail & I can be freed from that zone that borders upon completely obsessed. My previous theory (Withnail telling Monty that Marwood loves him to disguise his love of Marwood) had a giant hole in it, as Mum pointed out: why, if he loves him, would Withnail care so little about what Monty did to Marwood? Well, I think that in Withnail's obviously alcohol-addled mind that he could possibly have thought that the whole ordeal might possibly make Marwood realise that he's gay after all. Think about it. Withnail was insane and drunk all the time, and if this can make some kind of sense to me when I'm sober, maybe... I don't know, that's just my final theory I think.

Tonight (well, technically it was last night if you're going by the date) Friends was a repeat, so I watched the most adorable show instead, called Polar Bears with Ewan McGregor! I couldn't believe my luck when I saw the commercial for it. The cutest thing was that he honestly seemed to be really excited about seeing polar bears. At one point he asked, "Can I be a polar bear?" really innocently, when someone was showing him the cages the bears are trapped in. When the person said yes, he crawled into the cage with a huge grin on his face. Later when he was patting huskies one of them walked over to him, and he said "helloooo", and it was all just too cute. This show was one good hour.

Oh God, I just realises that Friday's overly long Stations of the Cross (including hideously funny song about things to do with Jesus making me tremble, tremble, tremble) is the last one I'll ever see. Never again will I see a little boy wearing on a loincloth hanging from a wooden 'T'. Nor will I have to wear the black smear on my head traditional for Ash Wednesday. The ending of this year will effectively end my brief affair with Chrisitianity. Will I miss it? Not bloody likely. The End.

Monday, April 1, 2002 07:38 a.m.

I was right, and I'm so happy! I've been doing research for hours, and there's heaps of people who agree that Withnail was all unrequited with his love of Marwood (that's 'I', people), and I remembered some more evidence. At the end when Withnail is quoting Hamlet, he puts special empahasis on the last bit which mentions women not pleasing him or something. I just found out that the line about that is usually left out. Not only was it included, but he repeated it! I was so fucking right! Yes!

I've had a lovely early morning today. It started to rain, I was reading about my theory being correct (okay, I just know that people agree with me) and Suede's Stay Together was on repeat for awhile. For some reason that song just makes me shiver in all it's excellence and glory. People can laugh at me for liking a song I can't figure out the meaning of all they want, it's still exquisitely beautiful. Back to the original topic, I'm also really looking forward to going to Rachel's later for her Mum's birthday. I probably should have slept a bit in preparation, but since when do I care about petty details like that?

Monday, April 1, 2002 05:25 a.m.

I just had a sudden memory. It was of the party at Jessica's house last year, when Peter and I were at the beach by ourselves. Not of anything I shouldn't be telling, just us sitting on the beach and talking. I felt so... non-fake and honest. I don't think non-fake is a word, but that's what I felt. 'Twas fun, it was. I just remembered it then.

While I'm writing this, I thought I might mention my new-found obsession; a lovely little movie called Withnail & I. I've watched it three times in three days now, and all I can think about is whether or not Withnail and Marwood were both gay, or one of them was gay, or neither of them was gay. My personal theory is that Withnail told Uncle Monty that Marwood loves him (Withnail), but he can't love him back (because he's not gay), becase Withnail actually loves Marwood, but understands that he'll never love him back. But I don't know if this is anywhere near what's actually going on. Mum's positive that they're all gay, but I don't think there's any proof for that. I'm starting to understand Richey's whole "hell is in hello" obsession thing, although obviously mine is on a much smaller scale. The End.

Monday, April 1, 2002 04:02 a.m.

Currently listening to: "Across the Universe" [live] Suede

We watched movies tonight for ages! First was Heath Ledger's A Knight's Tale movie. It was alright, although the main female character had about ten different hairstyles in the movie and every single one was ugly. Then we watched Heavyweights. We may be the only people to have ever seen this little-known comedy from about eight years ago, but I love it! I think it was Ben Stiller's first ever movie. Next we watched a new release that Anna found calles 100 Girls and it was really crappy and boring, then we watched The Castle. I don't get why no one likes that movie, it's funny. By this time it was about three, so Kathryn (who's still awake now for some reason) started watching Friends episodes Anna rented on Saturday.

I'd like to wish the people who believe in Jesus a happy Easter Sunday, the people who have a long weekend even though they are part of a different religion a happy long weekend, and everyone else in the world a happy early Monday morning. The End.

Sunday, March 31, 2002 12:42 a.m.

Currently listening to: "Weird Al Show Theme"

Last night I convinced Mum to rent three movies for me while she was out, all of which I'd wanted to see for a very long time. What were they? Withnail and I, Ed Wood and Wayne's World. The reason I wanted Wayne's World is because I felt like everyone in the world had seen it except me. I got the other two because I heard that they were somewhat near the category entitled brilliant.

First, let me talk about Withnail and I, because I watched that one first. Both main characters, Paul McGann and Richard E. Grant, can be linked to the most modern versions of Doctor Who, but they made this movie first. Mr McGann played the eighth Doctor in the 1996 movie, and Master Grant played the 'somewhat handsome Doctor' for about five seconds in The Curse of Fatal Death which I happened to see for the first time a few weeks ago at the O'Sullivan's house. Anyway, this was definitely my kind of movie. It's British, for one thing. No one can figure out if 'Withnail' (Grant) and 'I' (McGann, he had a name but was called 'I' in the credits) are having gay fun together or not. I suppose you want storyline. Rent the movie, or go to The Internet Movie Database to find out. It's funny. And good, but strange (which means good anyway). Go watch it.

I watched Withnail and I again this morning with Mum, after she watched Ed Wood without me because I was still asleep. I watched when everyone went to church, having already been told that it's enjoyable, whatever that means. So I watched. And I liked. It was facinating, because the movie is actually a true story about the director Ed Wood, who is thought by many to be the worst director ever. He was played by Johnny Depp, who looked better than I've ever seen him. Ed Wood had a fetish for women's clothes (especially angora sweaters) so there were some funny Johnny Depp in a skirt scenes. I'm desperate to see one of these crappy Ed Wood films now. Also, Juliet Landau was in it.

Wayne's World was just your everyday, early nineties comedy with bad hair and bonus Mike Myers. It was funny though, especially when Wayne (Myers), having just received a present from his ex-girlfriend, says "If this is a severed head I'll be very upset". Next up on my movie rental-to-get list is Gormenghast, a mini-series starring Jonathan Rhys Meyers which he's meant to be lovely in. I don't know if it's available in Australia though. The End.

Friday, March 29, 2002 05:32 p.m.

"I've seen it all" Björk/Peter Stormare (from Dancer in the Dark)

Every year at least two movies about Jesus are shown on Good Friday. This being Good Friday, Mum switched on the television after coming back from the yearly mass which is always at 3pm, and some old people always cry at. I knew I recognised the person playing Jesus the second I saw him. Badge Boy! Christian Bale! Playing Jesus! I kept laughing for ages, and no one could understand why. The End.

Thursday, March 28, 2002 09:07 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Weenie in a bottle" Weird Al Yankovic

I'm eating Easter eggs! Why? Because I got lots today! Today is the last day of school! No more for eleven days, and that's so cool! I think I've eaten too many, but who cares? Wait, now they're making me feel pretty sick. I might drink some juice now. Mm, juice... You may choose not to believe this, but I really did get up and get juice just then. Fabulous, I know.

I'm gonna be famous, you know what I mean? Like, people on the other side of the world will know who I am. Of course, I don't need lots of fame. Just a bit. That'd be extremely cool. Eminem's cool too. Now I'm listening to him go "lalala!", only he's not really doing that. He's singing a song called The Kids, and I don't know if anyone else has heard it. It goes "See children, drugs are baaad, and if you don't believe me ask your Daaaad, and if you don't believe him ask your Muuuum, she'll tell you how she does them all the tiiime..." Anna got it off Napster about two years ago, and I've been listening to it ever since.

I have one last thing to say... Wooohoooooo!!! The End.

Wednesday, March 27, 2002 11:35 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Song 2" Blur

Whee! I finally got this song (Song 2) after claiming great love of Blur for months and not actually having any of their songs. I have an excuse, I didn't know which to get! So I just went for the one song that everyone knows. Woohoo! You get the idea.

My Triumvirate of Failure Plan has been destroyed... I'm actually going to pass Biology, unless I dreamed today and haven't really done the test yet. I was able to answer almost all the questions, and it's been a very long time since I've been able to do that, believe me. But hey, I haven't got my short story back yet, so there still could be three failings!

Has anyone heard that Eskimo Joe song, called He Sold Her Out or something? Because the chorus sounds like it's going "Who's sourkraut? Yeah, that's my sourkraut". I have no idea how to spell sourkraut. I don't know what it is either, but I think it's some kind of foreign food. The End.

Tuesday, March 26, 2002 03:39 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Special K" Placebo

Oh my God! Special K started playing and I just got one of those feelings where you feel so happy and you can't believe that something in particular is happening! It's hard to explain, but does anyone else know what I mean, or have that happen to them? Where you're doing nothing, minding your own business, when suddenly... augh! I wanna dance about! Anyway, that just happened to me.

Tuesday, March 26, 2002 02:50 p.m.

Currently listening to: "Smells like Nirvana" Weird Al Yankovic

I was up until four in the fucking morning studying for my math (ooh, I'm American!) exam today. Did it help? Did I remember one single thing from those five hours of pain? Nooooo... And tomorrow I shall fail Biology, thus creating... The Triumvirate of Failure!!! What a triumph.

Everyone watched the Academy Awards, of course. Whoopi Goldberg was probably the worst host there's ever been. She should never ever try to be funny. I was happy for both Lord of the Rings (although the really long name got annoying) and Moulin Rouge. Of course, the most eventful award was Halle Berry's Best Actress win. When she started crying way too much I was all ready to laugh at her. But I didn't. I found it strangely sweet that she was so freaking moved to have won. I don't know, I think that all the crying audience members that they kept showing got to me.

John Travolta looked fat, Jennifer Lopez must have been wearing a really large wig, and Sarah from Labyrinth grew up to win an Oscar. Kiss my arse Russell Crowe. The End.