i've been watching Paul McDermott host TV shows since i was a kid - specifically Good News Week. i've loved pretty much everything he's done from his time with the DAAS to GUD to the return of GNW, but alas, i have no free-to-air TV, so i've missed most of the latest.

the funny thing about Paul is, i've met the man - hell, we had drinks with him and heard some filthy stories and smoked up a storm in Newtown - but he still baffles me, completely. i have no idea how so much awesome can be contained in one person. just - nobody performs like he does.

the last time i had a chance to see him was the filming for the first ep of the return of GNW, and i couldn't make it. which turned out to be one of the worst shifts of fate, because that was the same night that Jensen was on the show. from the descriptions i had from the girls later, it was hilarious and insane and awesome, and probably would've been the best night ever for me.

still, i can't complain. i got to watch the videos at least - and with all the DAAS, GUD and GNW recordings of his music, i still have Paul in my pocket, rocking my iPod whenever the mood hits me. and thanks to the awesomeness of YouTube, i didn't miss the other night's grand finale and Paul's new song.

and sweet jesus, not only is it Paul? but it's Tim. they haven't sung together again, from memory, since the For Holly concert almost ten years ago. and then, on top of that, Tripod. the universe is trying to kill me with glee.

here's the YT vid, and for those who don't have hijacking capabilities, here's the mp3:

"Oh My Stars", Paul McDermott feat. Tim Ferguson & Tripod, rightclicksave
Written by P. McDermott

i think this post is just my very long-winded way of saying that irregardless of the time, date, or place - i will always adore Paul McD. decades, baby, just decades of awesome.

desktop meme - show me ur desktops, y'all. i love seeing what everybody else is looking at.

( the current desktop on my powerbook )

meme's are fun. and distracting.

( five stupid things nobody (not even my best friend) knows about me )

last night's Tori Amos concert was just - epic. epic on toast. the woman is unbelievable and beautiful and amazing. she feels her music with every bone in her wee body, and she lets it show through. i have never in my life seen a more honest performer, she just blew me away.

bff and i met up beforehand for some serious catch up time - it's been forever since i've seen her, and i missed her so much. it felt like old times, sitting at City Extra in the quay and talking about our lives and what's happened to us over the last month or so. i felt like the me i used to be, again.

a massive storm broke as we headed over to the Opera House, and the rain came down. thunder shook the Harbour Bridge, and the city was so loud with voices and clattering glasses and cash registers and shifting plates on trays. i missed this place so much.

i got to see my lovely jennifergearing again, and she looked insanely gorgeous in her new dress. we headed in - and it's been a good number of years since i'd been in the Sydney Opera House, let me say. i forgot what an incredible place it is. magical, Tori had said. every place is a magical place to play, but none quite so magical as this place.

after the show, Queenie and i caught a cab back to her place where i was parked, and said goodnight. as i headed south i took the wrong exit on a whim, and drove through the near-silent CBD of sydney city. this place - this city - that held me for so long this century. i'd forgotten, and last night i reminded myself why i love this place. why i let it sweep me away for so long. why i miss it.

back sooner, next time, i think. i wont wait so long to see the city again.

the world spins madly on, with or without my consent, it seems. the last few weeks have bled together so fast, i kinda can't remember what i did on what days. except the saturday before last, when i took a dive getting out of the spa bath. i wont give the gory details, all you really need to know is that my left leg got caught while the rest of me fell the other way.

i was also about 40% purple for a good week and a half from my encounter with the tiled floor and my trying to pop it back in - but the worst of it is over, the doctors have confirmed no fractures or permanent damage, and the bruises have reached 'is that jaundice?!' stage. oh, and i can actually walk now, which is a plus.

normally i wouldn't mention it, just shut up and own my inner clutz, like i have been - it's only really relevant because you need to know that it happened so this next bit makes sense.

the point of this post in particular is the bitch!sandwich i threw at my little brother yesterday after he pulled out his whiny fuckwad card and decided to voice that he thinks it's interesting that i 'conveniently' have injuries every time i have to move, thus requiring his help.

now, he knew about the accident. he knows how sick i am, on top of it. and still he came out with that. and had the gall to preface the statement by saying "i assure you i'm not implying anything by this". which is kind of like saying "no offense" before you call somebody a lazy cunt.

i fired back with my bitchiest, and then signed off. and then ignored his calls. because honestly? i was too exhausted, and arguing with him is like arguing with a five year old. it's circular, never-ending, and it escalates to the point where i wonder why i ever decided to let him back into my life.

but then, yesterday was yesterday and he should've fucking known better. he should have fucking known better than to talk to me like that, on that day.

quite frankly, he's lucky i didn't drive up there and put bootprints in his lungs.

happy birthday madslasher!

were Anderpants an actual article of clothing, i would suggest you walk around all day in them. <3

going through a drive-thru this morning to get some breakfast, i was a little startled when the McWorker pointed out my tattoos and how much she liked them. i pulled up my sleeve to show her the long one on my left arm, and we started chatting about designs and the best studios around.

it was driving back to my place i realised that i haven't actually posted either of my tattoos here yet, and so, before the upcoming trip(s) to get new ink, i figure i may as well put in a new tag and start the ink catalogue here.

( my first two tattoos; 2005 )

when i first moved to sydney in 2003, i lived with madslasher & nolseygnu for about ten months, in two separate places. i was almost always home first, because back then i started ridiculously early and had short lunches and actually enjoyed my job. but when i got home each day, the routine was very simple:

1. get comfy
2. boot up computer
3. be bombarded by kittens and thus snuggled

the kits, Donnie and Bert, belong to the girls - and even though i visited often after the girls and i went our separate ways, i always kinda wondered whether or not the wee ones actually remembered that my lap was a semi-permanent nap station for a decent part of their early lives out of the refuge.

evidently, Bert decided my latest visit was the perfect time to reassure me that regardless of my absence, my nap-station duties are ongoing and may be called upon any time, at his discretion.





BRIEF DISCLAIMER:
1. photos by madslasher and her spiffy new iPhone.
2. brief cameo by nolseygnu's shoulder and my laptop on which she is rooting around for porn fic.
3. all ur snuggles are belong 2 Bert. u know it.

calling all my sydney girls and guys -

in light of recent flist events, i realised today that i will soon be twenty six. i got my last tattoo when i was twenty one. five years is about long enough to wait.

so i'm planning a tattoo outing around my birthday in December. anybody who wants to come and watch and keep me company (ink! gore! good tunes!), or has ink plans for themselves and want to come join the party, sound off and we'll make a day of it, with dinner and probably drinks to follow.

okay, so we covered the whole pre-writing ritual thing with that there poll, but here's another question - one for the lols, as it were. it came up in a comment discussion with the fantabulous melpemone, when i mentioned that the other night inspiration struck in an unfortunate location/time and i had to scribble down a paragraph of my latest story on the back of a grocery receipt, with an eyebrow pencil, whilst in the bath.

she replied:

I once wrote a minific in the middle of a party surrounded by drunk people on the inside of my flattened -out cigarette packet with a dying pen I found in a pot plant.

I treasure that queasy memory. :D

after i finished peeing myself laughing, i realised i've been shit out of luck several times before when it comes to writing materials or being in the wrong location when the words come to me - at one point i was at the races and had to try and make a pencil work on a tissue (fail, omg, faaail). i've recorded a part of a fic, drunkenly, on my voicemail. at one point in high school, i had a fic come to me in the middle of an 3rd Unit English assignment, so i worked the fic into the story i was supposed to be writing. yeah, i failed the assignment - but i got an awesome fic out of it.

i am curious, though. what's the worst time inspiration has struck you, and you've just HAD to get your words out? and what hilarious medium did you use to get them down?

aand - go!