Child of Technology

Okay, I just have to say, that I had a great big warm and fuzzy feeling this morning when I started up my computer to watch Harry Potter on DVD while laying in bed with the sunlight streaming through my window. I haven't done this in about 9 months!

It will never replace just reading a good book in bed on a lazy Saturday morning, but it does feel damn good. I'm more excited about the fact I'll be able to finally type up some of my stories.

I saw Shay, Fidelma (the gal with the lovely hair layers), Matt, Fiona (the hardworking gal with very impressive organising skills!) and Sal, and I spent most of the night with Josh, Gavin, and Lisa. Faker and Big Heavy Stuff did very well @ the Annandale, and I enjoyed them heaps, but to be honest, the most visually entertaining act of the night was the drunk dude dancing in front of me and Josh. As Josh pointed out, this is obviously the guy that Elaine from Seinfield modeled her dance moves after! ;-) (Hey, if you're going to dance badly, you might as well do it for a good cause, and Youth Suicide Prevention definitely classifies as a great one.)

Big sorries to Andrew and Damian whom I didn't get to see last night! :(

I'm online now chatting with JJ and he is cracking me up. I've been catching him up on what a crazy/funny week I've had. Unfortunately none of it is appropriate for blogging, so you'll have to take my word for it. We were saying how my life is like a bizarre sitcom. I asked JJ if my sitcom would get good ratings and he said my sitcom would get great ratings and it would never be cancelled. He also said if my life were a TV show it would be: "Ally McBeal on Crack Meets Twin Peaks." ;-) He has known me for like 12 years now, so he would know!

Off to get myself a feed...."FEED ME, SEYMORE!" (As said in Little Shop of Horrors ;-)

p.s. The gang last night said to give big hellos to our favourite former Sydney-sider, Kristikeet! ;-) Oh, and big kudos to you, Kristen, for getting boys addicted to the Gilmore Girls!

Viva la computadora!

My computer lives! AMEN! Dear ladies and gentleman of the internet, I weep before you with astounding happiness. This is the first time I've used my computer successfully (i.e. without it dying or me wanting to kill it) since about May. Yay! Yay! Yay! Huge HUGE thanks to my boys at work! They rock SO hard! :-)

Going to see Big Heavy Stuff and Faker Friday night at the Annandale Hotel - you should all check it out because a) it's two great bands, people! and b) even more importantly, the $10 cover goes to a great cause - youth suicide prevention.

Saturday night methinks there shall be some dancing going on - that is if I get over this annoying uber-tiredness thing I've got going on!

Last night's presentation of the latest Maya software features @ Hoyts George St was pretty cool. Damian thought I was going to kill him for inviting me along, but in spite of the geeky presenters, everything was pretty funky. Makes you really appreciate all those special effects and amazing animating action we take for granted these days. We also got to see Reign of Fire which was worth it just to see Christian Bale and Matthew McConnoughey looking so buff ;-)

Mission Impossible

It seemed so easy. I've been left to house-sit for Jorge and Ray's apartment, except that I'm not actually living there. I'm just going over there every other day to water the plants and feed the fish, etc. I'm supposed to check their mail too. Who knew that would be the hardest part? I had the keys to the place for a while, but no one told me what key went to what. Ray left on Sunday. He said he would email me "futher instructions." Huh? He said he'd leave the mailbox keys on the kitchen table with more further instuctions. Huh?

So I got an email from Ray in Turkey. The keyboard he was using must have had some Turkish stuff going on as there were tons of symbols and I couldn't make much out. Something about mailboxes being near the main entrance of the building (which entrance is the main one? I think I have gone in and out of their building 5 different ways!) and to not close the mailbox door all the way or it wouldn't shut. HUH?

So, that's all I had. I emailed Jorge to ask him for more info, in case I got stuck on these.

And I did.

I went over last night for the first time and I never found the bloody mailboxes. It took me a while to figure out which key got you in the front door of the building, and then I realised it wasn't even locked! Hehe! So I got inside and fumbled around for the right keys for the apartment door. People kept going by looking at me like I was breaking in or something. Ooops. So I got inside, fed the fish, watered the plants, took in the laundry from outside. Then I rewarded myself by playing Ray's piano for a half hour. I am sure the neighbours loved it. Ray left me a pile of pics from my "photo shoot" and once again I've proven to be the most un-photogenic person on the planet. I actually look scary in some of the photos and we all know how intimidating I am! The pics are good quality, it's just the subject matter (me) is just not happening on the photos. Oh well!

So, only thing left to do: check the mail. Easy, right?

Wrong!

So I went downstairs by what SEEMED like a logical "main entrance." Nope. No mailboxes. I walked out and then left. Nothing. Went back and turned right. Nothing. Where the hell would the postman have to go? Surely it can't be somewhere difficult? So I did a circle around the whole building and ended up alone in a dodgy alley way with two equally dodgy men walking by and I high-tailed it the hell out of there...

So this morning I get an e-mail from Jorge saying that outside the elevators there is a locked door and I have to use the pink key to open the door that leads to the mailroom. Ah-HA. Great directions, Ray! ;-)

Anyhoo, I'll try again tomorrow!

Tonight I'm off to a 4 hour Reign of Fire extravaganza at Hoyts on George Street....

Kids Today

Just a very quick quickie. On Saturday night I did indeed go see iOTA and Ben Kweller (USA). The funniest thing were these cute little teenagers waiting to get into the venue next to us. A boy and a girl. They looked all of 16 but were probably 18. They were so excited, they looked ready to burst. The boy turned to me and said, "Are you here to see Ben Kweller or iOTA?" and I said "Both." I thought his face was going to break from the huge smile on his face. He was beaming. He searched for the perfect response to my answer..."RAD!" he yelled. Hahahahahaha! I was laughing so hard. I have not heard anyone say "Rad!" in so long.

Anyway, it was nice to see such enthusiasm - he didn't appear to be on anything either, so yay! We ended up sitting with these little punks, who looked like they were in heaven...more about everything later - I gotta get home to see 24! I got my priorities straight, alright!

Thanks to the McGuires for actually taking the time to read through my looooooooooooong entries! ;-)