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This has been an exemplary weekend. A weekend, in fact, worthy of blogging about.
On Friday night Cass, Nicki, Xi, Lachlan and I saw Kid Confucius, a band that I'd not seen or heard before, but thoroughly enjoyed. I don't really have the muso vocabulary to describe their sound properly, but I suppose that something akin to funk-rock would cover it. They were fun, and talented, and there was much dancing. I'd not been to the Oxford Art Factory before, but it was exactly the sort of trendy yet unpretentious and appropriately dank and dark space I like. Not too loud in between bands, either, which is a relief.
Saturday night was Nerd Night. As a last minute addition to Adam, Lachlan and Benny's Xbox LAN I brought my spare controllers and assisted in the slaughter of many zombies and disgraced myself at Rock Band. Four player Left 4 Dead on a projector, it has to be said, is a fine experience, especially when augmented perfectly by beer and pizza.
Today we dragged ourselves out of bed late and stumbled several steps from the front door to the Marrickville Street Festival, where I bought bratwurst and candy and pork buns and the sexiest leather man-bag I could find. I loves it and it smells like leather. As much as I like my Ghost in the Shell bag, it's not always necessary to use something half the size of myself to carry a book and a pen.
And that brings you up to date, with the exception of My Name is Bruce, which was pretty much exactly what I signed on for. By which I mean awesome.
On Friday night Cass, Nicki, Xi, Lachlan and I saw Kid Confucius, a band that I'd not seen or heard before, but thoroughly enjoyed. I don't really have the muso vocabulary to describe their sound properly, but I suppose that something akin to funk-rock would cover it. They were fun, and talented, and there was much dancing. I'd not been to the Oxford Art Factory before, but it was exactly the sort of trendy yet unpretentious and appropriately dank and dark space I like. Not too loud in between bands, either, which is a relief.
Saturday night was Nerd Night. As a last minute addition to Adam, Lachlan and Benny's Xbox LAN I brought my spare controllers and assisted in the slaughter of many zombies and disgraced myself at Rock Band. Four player Left 4 Dead on a projector, it has to be said, is a fine experience, especially when augmented perfectly by beer and pizza.
Today we dragged ourselves out of bed late and stumbled several steps from the front door to the Marrickville Street Festival, where I bought bratwurst and candy and pork buns and the sexiest leather man-bag I could find. I loves it and it smells like leather. As much as I like my Ghost in the Shell bag, it's not always necessary to use something half the size of myself to carry a book and a pen.
And that brings you up to date, with the exception of My Name is Bruce, which was pretty much exactly what I signed on for. By which I mean awesome.