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Sebaboh for the win!
Yesterday was spectacularly unusual and also quite satisfying. There was a lot of day in the day.
It all started when I got up at 5:30 and continued to work on That Damn English Paper (tm). I didn't mean to get up at 5:30, but I'd managed to reset the time on my alarm clock (not the alarm, but the actual time) and going back to bed for another hour after only 3 hours of sleep seemed fairly ridiculous so I poked the paper for a while. Then I went to work, where I Accomplished Work-Type Stuff and... continued to work on That Damn English Paper (tm). Finally, I gave up on it, printed whatever I had and ran to class.
We had a guest lecturer in The Damn English Class: Peter Fitting! He's a "name to know" in sf studies, and I quietly geeked out as he babbled at us in a poorly-prepared (but still amusing) lecture about sf lit, sf film and Philip K. Dick. After the lecture I asked him what he thought of Alien: Resurrection (only because he'd mentioned the Alien movies, not because I have lots of fun defending that movie) and he likes it. HA! *is validated*
I used the hour in between the lecture and tutorial to geek with a classmate about academics. I was still riding the high from the most interesting lecture I've had all year from The Damn English Class (tm), which meant I was in full brain-on mode. Complete with fliailing and passionate defense of wanky Fine Arts theory. Tutorial was bearable because of the afterglow from actually using my brain on a Friday, and from being able to cross That Damn English Paper (tm) off the class, and also because we were talking about Minority Report. The TA brought up BSG (me: "Killer robots! YAY!"), and then we watched a few bits from Minority Report (me: "Oooh, look at Tom Cruise, with his hooded sweater and his stubble... he's got street cred!"). I kept up a snarky out-loud commentary on whatever part of the film the TA was fast-forwarding through, mostly about Tom Cruise's douchitude and how cute the little spider-bots were. There was also one particularly nice burn of Katie Holmes. Normally that class is soul-suckingly awful... but add some mockage of Minority Report and it made for a surprisingly pleasant class.
It was also the last tutorial of the year. Go figure, eh?
Class (blessfully) over, I found me an
aoshi, and we TTC'd it on down to Spadina (which is still spelled "Spadina", no matter how you pronounce it) station to collect a
shady_lane in our Katamari of good times. For those of you keeping score at home, by this point I've been up for 12 full hours on 3 hours of sleep and only a Falafel Hut wrap to power me. We ran into Sabine on Bloor (or rather, I did - the other two didn't know or see her, but I said hello), and wandered up and down Bloor, killing time until
firstgold got into town. The other three were going to see Sebadoh play and I was tagging along because dinner with friends is always fun and plus I haddn't seen
firstgold since before her birthday. Birthday fun was required.
Somewhere in the evening I decided that I wanted to see Sebadoh, too. Partly because I didn't realize that Lou Barlow is also the brains behind Folk Implosion (I really like Folk Implosion). But mostly, I was having too much fun with people I love and don't see nearly as much as I'd like. The show was sold out (even the scalpers had no tickets!) but a random guy had an extra ticket. WIN! The show was great, and we'd got there early enough to grab one of the side tables at Lee's, so I spent most of the Sebadoh set standing on the riser-thing three+ feet above the crowd. The band hasn't toured in 14 years or something so the sounds were classic early-90s lo-fi indie madness. (Our group was also about 14 years younger than, like, 95% of the rest of the audience.) I thought it would be cool if they played a Flaming Lips cover (you know, 'cause why wouldn't that be cool?) but instead they busted out the most insane cover of... Tom Petty's "Free Fallin'". With most of the original lyrics! And screaming!
Of course, I didn't crawl into bed until 2:30am; 21 hours since I'd started the day, and (alarmingly) a full 24 since I'd gone to bed the previous night. Morning. Whichever.
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I now have only (only!) five papers and one exam left in the year. I've had the most delicious plate of toast+jam and scrambled eggs (I'm very particular about my scrambled eggs... I like them just so and no one else knows how to make them properly). I'm thinking I may play a little Katamari, do a few dishes, and continue enjoying the weekend. It's raining but that only means that I'll grocery-shop tomorrow.
Edit: FIC REC: An Undying Passion for Cupcakes by
ignipes, Harry Potter AU.
Author's summary: This one is totally AU post-Voldie happily-ever-aftersunshine-and-toe-biting-tulips. I, uh, got a little carried away. Youknow, when you have a little idea, and it's cute like a clownfishdarting through the coral--and then it grows? Tentacles? Fangs?Seaweed dripping all over? The ancient rumbling of Cthulu risingthrough the waves? Yeah. That's what happened. ...and that says it all, really. Happy and touching, just a little hurty in parts and absolutely unfluffy.
...
Edit: So. If Goose from Top Gun = the goofy Ron Weasley of the film, and Goose also = Wash because both are goofy blond pilots who like Hawaiian shirts; then Ron obviously = Wash, Hermione = Zoe and Harry = Mal. Obviously.
It all started when I got up at 5:30 and continued to work on That Damn English Paper (tm). I didn't mean to get up at 5:30, but I'd managed to reset the time on my alarm clock (not the alarm, but the actual time) and going back to bed for another hour after only 3 hours of sleep seemed fairly ridiculous so I poked the paper for a while. Then I went to work, where I Accomplished Work-Type Stuff and... continued to work on That Damn English Paper (tm). Finally, I gave up on it, printed whatever I had and ran to class.
We had a guest lecturer in The Damn English Class: Peter Fitting! He's a "name to know" in sf studies, and I quietly geeked out as he babbled at us in a poorly-prepared (but still amusing) lecture about sf lit, sf film and Philip K. Dick. After the lecture I asked him what he thought of Alien: Resurrection (only because he'd mentioned the Alien movies, not because I have lots of fun defending that movie) and he likes it. HA! *is validated*
I used the hour in between the lecture and tutorial to geek with a classmate about academics. I was still riding the high from the most interesting lecture I've had all year from The Damn English Class (tm), which meant I was in full brain-on mode. Complete with fliailing and passionate defense of wanky Fine Arts theory. Tutorial was bearable because of the afterglow from actually using my brain on a Friday, and from being able to cross That Damn English Paper (tm) off the class, and also because we were talking about Minority Report. The TA brought up BSG (me: "Killer robots! YAY!"), and then we watched a few bits from Minority Report (me: "Oooh, look at Tom Cruise, with his hooded sweater and his stubble... he's got street cred!"). I kept up a snarky out-loud commentary on whatever part of the film the TA was fast-forwarding through, mostly about Tom Cruise's douchitude and how cute the little spider-bots were. There was also one particularly nice burn of Katie Holmes. Normally that class is soul-suckingly awful... but add some mockage of Minority Report and it made for a surprisingly pleasant class.
It was also the last tutorial of the year. Go figure, eh?
Class (blessfully) over, I found me an
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Somewhere in the evening I decided that I wanted to see Sebadoh, too. Partly because I didn't realize that Lou Barlow is also the brains behind Folk Implosion (I really like Folk Implosion). But mostly, I was having too much fun with people I love and don't see nearly as much as I'd like. The show was sold out (even the scalpers had no tickets!) but a random guy had an extra ticket. WIN! The show was great, and we'd got there early enough to grab one of the side tables at Lee's, so I spent most of the Sebadoh set standing on the riser-thing three+ feet above the crowd. The band hasn't toured in 14 years or something so the sounds were classic early-90s lo-fi indie madness. (Our group was also about 14 years younger than, like, 95% of the rest of the audience.) I thought it would be cool if they played a Flaming Lips cover (you know, 'cause why wouldn't that be cool?) but instead they busted out the most insane cover of... Tom Petty's "Free Fallin'". With most of the original lyrics! And screaming!
Of course, I didn't crawl into bed until 2:30am; 21 hours since I'd started the day, and (alarmingly) a full 24 since I'd gone to bed the previous night. Morning. Whichever.
...
I now have only (only!) five papers and one exam left in the year. I've had the most delicious plate of toast+jam and scrambled eggs (I'm very particular about my scrambled eggs... I like them just so and no one else knows how to make them properly). I'm thinking I may play a little Katamari, do a few dishes, and continue enjoying the weekend. It's raining but that only means that I'll grocery-shop tomorrow.
Edit: FIC REC: An Undying Passion for Cupcakes by
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Author's summary: This one is totally AU post-Voldie happily-ever-aftersunshine-and-toe-biting-tulips. I, uh, got a little carried away. Youknow, when you have a little idea, and it's cute like a clownfishdarting through the coral--and then it grows? Tentacles? Fangs?Seaweed dripping all over? The ancient rumbling of Cthulu risingthrough the waves? Yeah. That's what happened. ...and that says it all, really. Happy and touching, just a little hurty in parts and absolutely unfluffy.
...
Edit: So. If Goose from Top Gun = the goofy Ron Weasley of the film, and Goose also = Wash because both are goofy blond pilots who like Hawaiian shirts; then Ron obviously = Wash, Hermione = Zoe and Harry = Mal. Obviously.
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Ha! I know, right?
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If Goose = Wash then does Zoe = Maverick? Mal = Viper? AUGH HEAD ASPLODE
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Zoe either = Maverick (either that or the Meg Ryan character *shudder*); Mal = Ice Man, competing for Zoe/Mav's affections. (see: "War Stories")
i'm watching ctv saturday night romance movies
I never really bought in to the whol Mal being attracted to Zoe bit. It'd be such a real dick move for him, and it'd be extremely counter-productive to how the crew's functionality (is that even a word?) At least by trying to pursuing Inara he's not directly screwing up a relationship that's key to the ship's operations.
ha-ha.
I think that the end of "War Stories" made it very clear that Mal and Zoe wouldn't ever get together; it's all in Wash's poor, deluded, jealous mind.
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As in ... I did not send it to you. But I was planning on it, since I have the re-ish of it and there's a second disk with stuff on it, including this really long track where they say "Sebadoh" a lot.
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*makes grabby motions at the second disc*
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Any way I can hop aboard that stagecoach?
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thank ya kindly
I should upload You're Livin' All Over Me and Bug by Dinasow for you, if you don't already have them. "Freak Scene" is one of the great indie anthems of all time, f'sho.
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And yes, live-ish "What Else Is New" starts with banter and some noodling before the song starts. Crowd noises, all that. The "Get Me" starts all acoustic-y but ends up with an electric guitar solo, and it sounds like a studio recording.
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I know J Mascis is heavily influenced by Neil Young, but dude even kinda <a href="http://www.seland.org/images/20050913160200_seland.org-133.jpg >looks</a> like him. Crazy.
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Hmmm...were you offering to upload in the first place? I'd love to hear them, even if they might be the same version.
I know J Mascis is heavily influenced by Neil Young, but dude even kinda looks (http://www.seland.org/images/20050913160200_seland.org-133.jpg) like him. Crazy.
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What Else is New (http://www.sendspace.com/file/qywcw4); Get Me (http://www.sendspace.com/file/fp7lx1).
And another album-and-a-bit (http://www.sendspace.com/file/zoxnyk) from FI.
re: photo. Crazy, indeed. Not particularly sexy, but indie appeal I suppose transcends the physical.
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And apropos of nothing, my father has decided to refer to Minority Report as Second Banana Somethingorother. He couldn't remember the title, but remembered that it had something to do with "bananas. Or second bananas. Or something like that."
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Your dad? Is awesome. Speaking of The Wacky, I couldn't stop myself from buying
undeadchocolate pudding yesterday at the grocery store. Though, it would have been far more entertaining if I'd bought it at the hardware store. Just saying.no subject
The chocolate pudding joke? Will never die.
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Beauty, eh?
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