Owls in my hair
Aug. 29th, 2009 02:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mhuzzellI am trying to align my ducks. Life, roof, relationship, food, friends, visa, job, life. Not necessarily in that order.
It's 2:36 am and I can't sleep again. I can never sleep, except in the mornings. It's frustrating, because Harry is as diurnal as a fucking songbird, while I am more like a moth with a computer, hypnotized by the glowing screen, and so between sleep and work I hardly get to see him. And we are moving away to different cities soon. Phooh.
I've been working all the shows this week at the Byre, which is actually all the same show, and has been the same show all month. It's been running through my head and invading my thoughts. This post contains numerous references.
I have escaped, though, a little. I am moving to Edinburgh in a couple weeks, and I've been back and forth a few times, for the Fringe. I always mean to talk about the stuff I see, but mostly the description in my head is an incoherent babble that doesn't seem worth committing to writing. Instead, here's a bare list of my recommendations, in the order in which I saw them (no guarantee they're still on, but hey): The Grind Show, Zeitgeist, The Diary of a Mad Man, The Rap Guide to Evolution, The Rebel Cell.
I am officially a hipster now, though, apparently, because some trendy-looking guy asked to photograph my bag with all the badges. But I'm also officially a nerd, 'cause later on at the Amanda Palmer concert, her supporting band sang a song which said [something along the lines of] "This is the last great statement ever made by rock-and-roll" and all I could think of was Francis Fukuyama.
Hell, I'll own 'nerd'. I finally saw 'Twilight', only because it was overdubbed by the guys who do Mystery Science Theater 3000. Hi-larious. Almost as good as this, which having actually seen the film now allows me to appreciate:
It's 2:36 am and I can't sleep again. I can never sleep, except in the mornings. It's frustrating, because Harry is as diurnal as a fucking songbird, while I am more like a moth with a computer, hypnotized by the glowing screen, and so between sleep and work I hardly get to see him. And we are moving away to different cities soon. Phooh.
I've been working all the shows this week at the Byre, which is actually all the same show, and has been the same show all month. It's been running through my head and invading my thoughts. This post contains numerous references.
I have escaped, though, a little. I am moving to Edinburgh in a couple weeks, and I've been back and forth a few times, for the Fringe. I always mean to talk about the stuff I see, but mostly the description in my head is an incoherent babble that doesn't seem worth committing to writing. Instead, here's a bare list of my recommendations, in the order in which I saw them (no guarantee they're still on, but hey): The Grind Show, Zeitgeist, The Diary of a Mad Man, The Rap Guide to Evolution, The Rebel Cell.
I am officially a hipster now, though, apparently, because some trendy-looking guy asked to photograph my bag with all the badges. But I'm also officially a nerd, 'cause later on at the Amanda Palmer concert, her supporting band sang a song which said [something along the lines of] "This is the last great statement ever made by rock-and-roll" and all I could think of was Francis Fukuyama.
Hell, I'll own 'nerd'. I finally saw 'Twilight', only because it was overdubbed by the guys who do Mystery Science Theater 3000. Hi-larious. Almost as good as this, which having actually seen the film now allows me to appreciate:
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Date: 2009-09-08 12:52 am (UTC)Ducks are difficult to align. They tend to wander off, if they don't just decide to take flight. Have you tried killing them, plucking them, and roasting them?