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March 19th, 2002

(no subject) @ 07:31 am

Current Mood: lazy lazy
Current Music: Leo Kottke - Morning Is The Long Way Home

The newest obsession..lol...

So, I finally saw Queer As Folk.. I read a bunch of reviews on Amazon, and decided to rent the original British series rather than the Americanized one, as the majority of reviewers said (surprise, surprise) that the Americanized one is a drawn out, lesser series than the original British one.

Well, I was quite surprised. It was very good. The cast was great... Aidan Gillen from Some Mother's Son -- and that kid who plays Lloyd on Undeclared! ahhaha!
It's a bit odd that they have a bunch of mostly married, straight men playing gay men, but before anyone decides to be a smartass, yes, I know it's called "acting". :p
I wonder what kind of controversy it caused originally in the UK. Lord knows there's probably been more picketing in the States because its series... but when we get right down to it, isn't picketing gayer than the show itself? ;)

Anyway, I really liked it, the only thing I didn't like about it is that it mostly focused on sex, sex, sex, and little on relationships, as if all gay people just want to get laid, and as much as possible, with as many people as possible. Now that I think of it, one of the few real relationships shown was a lesbian couple raising a child produced by one of the main characters artificially inseminated swimmers. And the director was a woman... hidden messages much...pfffffft... lol.

So apart from that, I liked it. Though a little too much freakin dance music for me.
Sometimes I think I'm the only person in the world, gay, straight, or bi, that absolutely hates dance music and seeing people dance.
Some people hate clowns, I hate dancing people. Sue me.

Alright @ 07:04 am

so I'm up. And its 7:03am. What all this "best part of the day" crap all about then?

March 15th, 2002

Rufus Wainwright kicks ASS @ 01:25 am

I just got back, I have no throat or hearing left, and I feel near high.

What fucking FUN!

Michelle and I went to a nice little pub and had a pitcher of Guiness, then set off to the Commodore Ballroom for the concert. We were fairly early, so had some more time to kill (thank god they were serving beer ) and we grabbed a great seat very close to the stage (and speakers, I might add) and started chatting it up with the fellow Rufus-riff-raff. Very cool crowd, mostly younger... lots of lesbians...lol...
There was a reviewer near us, I could tell he was a reviewer because he stuck out like a sore tweed jacket, with the midlife crisis facial hair and stringy ponytail.

Rufus's little sister Martha opened, playing 6 of her own songs which all sounded pretty similar to one another, but on the whole sounded good. She brought Rufus out for one of them, and his microphone wasn't balanced very well for backup vocals, so we could hardly hear him.

Martha finished her set, then an overly long intermission went by, and the man came out.

His set was bloody great... in between songs he'd say funny stuff in a Tom Waitsy fashion, and at this concert he and the band played every one of my favorite originals of his ( California, Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk, April Fools, Instant Pleasure, Poses, Grey Gardens), as well as my favorite covers of his (Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, The Beatles' Across The Universe, and his father Loudon's One Man Guy).

All during Rufus's set, sister Martha did backup vocals and played some rhythm guitar on some songs. Her, the lead guitarist, and the bass player did some really beautiful backup harmonies on some of the songs, particularly One Man Guy.

Was a GREAT concert.
Will have pics soon... Michelle snuck in a digicam.

Rufus is too damn cute, that's all I can say.

March 13th, 2002

(no subject) @ 06:29 pm

Current Mood: happy happy
Current Music: Rufus Wainwright - California

I see Rufus Wainwright tomorrow! I can hardly fucking wait!

vices, vices, sugars and spices... @ 06:04 pm

Human beings are stupid creatures.
We surround ourselves with the foulest, most harmful things, indulge in them and then act shocked and surprised when we're told we have cancer.
We eat all manners of crap, from sugar-laden poison to the god-knows-what ingredients of fast food.
We ingest alcohol, cigarettes, cocaine, heroin, hot dogs, hamburgers, and all this crap, knowing full well how bad it is for us, but hardly caring.

On the other hand, why not? What's so great about tasteless health food anyway?
Might as well make life minutely more enjoyable with a little dallying in the bad-for-you.

Ah, well. Seems we lose no matter what.

February 21st, 2002

WOOHOO @ 09:49 pm

Current Mood: giddy giddy

I just found out Rufus Wainwright is going to be here on the 14th. I am so fucking there!

All I've been listening to for the past four months is Tenacious D, Coldplay, Travis and Rufus! I love him!

Coincedences rule.

Blame Canada @ 08:04 pm

Current Mood: happy happy
Current Music: some american (silver MEDDLERS) crap on the radio

Canadian Women's Hockey team got gold! Yeah!

Not that I like sports of all, hockey least of all, national sport or not, but yay Canada!

February 20th, 2002

(no subject) @ 03:31 pm

Current Mood: mischievous mischievous
Current Music: The Beatles - The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill

There's no hope for humanity. People have their ideals, wishy-washy daydreams, hippyish hopes to do something better for the benefit of the human race, and conquer the evils of the modern world in their own small contributive ways, but it'll never amount to enough. You've got your fictional nuclear family, picturesque and Hallmarked, in the tradition of Norman Rockwell fa�ade, a framework for every little boy and girl to memorize and aim for. Propaganda America-style pounding its poisonous, misleading drivel down the throat of every person, and detractors be warned, This Is The Good Life. You've got Greenpeace scooping up Industry's excrement and futilely protesting in noble but hopeless fervor like violinists on the global Titanic that present day Earth very much is. There is no hope for humanity, and the universal logo for that lack of hope, an icon that perfectly symbolizes it is --- the cigarette. The Cigarette displays our arrogance and an apathy towards everything, ourselves, our loved ones, strangers, and the world around us. It symbolizes our stupidity and our consumptive consumerism, smokestacks and oil spills, lung cancer and dentures. It symbolizes our awareness of the harm we inflict on ourselves and everybody else, and the disinterest we have for that knowledge. We're on a sinking ship, and there's never going to be enough done to save us. Not Christian fundamentalism, not Muslim terrorism, not atheistic hedonism, not anything. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow the hangover comes. p.s. - disregard me. I'm just pissed I can't bring myself to stop smoking lol

(no subject) @ 01:58 pm

Ugh.. who knows how accurate that psycho test is, but I'm still freaked out. I knew the "avoidant" part from the psychology stuff I've been reading for the past year. I'm socially claustraphobic.

Poke me, I giggle.


Yay, I'm FUCKING NUTS. @ 01:55 pm

Current Mood: crazy crazy
Current Music: Mitch Hedberg comedy stuff.

Avoidant:Very High
Dependent:Very High

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