Some kind of a thing

Dublin screening of Serenity! Go! Booketh your tickets!

http://www.cantstopthesignal.co.uk/screenings/

It's on the same nght as the Weezer concert! Oh crap. What am I going to do?!

Okay, yes, my last entry may have been a wee bit on the vague side, but I can't say any of it was inaccurate.

ATP was , more or less, the greatest thing that's ever happened. Why am I not there now? I couldn't have had more fun. the_deb, jaaam, and kakhanded were all there, plus Meggers and Harry. The best thing about ATP is that, unlike other music festivals, where one has to rough it camping, we had our own chalet, with a shower and kitchen and the like. Plus all the gigs were indoors. Fabulousness abounded. I have never seen so many earnestly cool people in one place in my life. Or so many pairs of Converse. At home, my yellow faux-Converse are at least vaguely interesting, but at ATP they just blended in with a tide of similarly-clad feet.

Highlights included - Buck 65 (Oh God I love him)
- Peaches (Sexy and terrifying in one handy package)
- Dancing to Belle and Sebastian djing (right there! All up in our faces!)
- Getting to hang out with my buds in bed til two in the afternoon (sweaty)
- The candy, oh the sweet delicious candy (I can stop any time I want)
- Yuka Honda (but four songs? Come ON lady)
- The Zombies (ROCK!)
- Yoko Ono being just as pretentious as I expected her to be.

So, yes, a fab time was had by all, I think. When can I go back? Now? How about now?





Now?

Okay, so for lil_nibbler's sake, I'm updating. See, I think I'm going to struggle to come up with anything that anyone would find interesting, but that probably means that the Law They Call Sod will kick in and I'll witter on for pages. Though of course that doesn't mean any of it will be interesting.

I had a nice quiet birthday, just the way I like it. I went to work, got some pressies, got LOTS of cake, came home, watched some tv and went to bed. I have an intense dislike of fuss being made on my birthday, so it was pretty much perfect.

I'd organised to share a birthday do with two of the girls from work - Nora and Emma - so we all headed into town for that. Lots of lovely people showed up at the Globe, and then splinter groups formed. I factioned off with those going to DTwo, which was okay. I boogied, but the place was full of complete knobs. When someone finds a place in Dublin that's knob-free, could they please tell me? But keep it on the down-low, obviously. I left there about three and headed for the Nitelink. However, we had to make a detour for Chinese on the way there. It was a matter of life or death. How Springrolls Saved My Life. I'd pay to see it.

Saturday was recovery time. Ate bagels and bought a t-shirt. It's yellow and I'm wearing it RIGHT NOW. Oh yes, I love my new t-shirt. Though I did spill Ribena on it earlier. Oh well, that's par for the course if you want to be a Jars t-shirt. It's best to get it out of the way early in the relationship.

The rest of my Saturday was spent asking God why he lets Keanu Reeves ruin films. Stupid Constantine... could have been so good... rassen frassen...

Also, Nibbler? Lost is nearly over! But they got a second season! And some very exciting things happened that I can't tell you about! Except that I love Sun. And I finally get why people like Jack so much. As Pants said, "How is it that there's nothing sexier than damage?"

Gosh, I really can write a decent amount about completely boring crap, can't I? Just call me Gustave.



ETA - that livejournal really doesn't take exceptionally long song titles into account, does it? So, I was listening to The Soft Lightes - The Robots in my Bedroom Were Playing Arena Rock, but apparently that won't fit. So look below to see what I'm listening to now. Which, hopefully, has a shorter name.

I just booked my flights to London for ATP. Vincent Gallo had better pull the finger out for this one, 'cos I don't get out of bed at five in the morning for no reason, is all I'm saying. Maybe I'll sleep in the airport... Okay, yes, I realise that that's ridiculous. Ridiculous LIKE A FOX!

My birthday preparations have already begun in earnest. That is, I've received my first gift. the_deb got me a book of short stories by Tim Burton. So adorably twisted. AND jaaam is surprsing me with something on Tuesday. AND I've pretty much decided where I'm going next Friday for some inebriated felicitations. It just sounds better than piss-up, doesn't it?

I have a feeling I've missed something on tv tonight. It's hard to keep track of what I'm watching and not watching when I'm bittorrenting some stuff and watching some stuff on tv, and some stuff catches up on tv so I stop torrenting them and when's the next episode of Lost and when is Stargate: Aquarium back? So, yeah, confusing. Oh, there is Dr. Who. But that's on Saturdays. And tonight is not a Saturday. I hope.

Hm.