The saga continues
First, the real-life update:
Just saw Elektra. That was totally mad. Totally cool fighting etc. Jennifer Garner is so totally hot. And this other girl in it was kinda cute too. Seriously, there are too many totally hot actresses in the world. Did I mention Emmy Rossum? Well, I saw Phantom of the Opera in Sydney and she's cool in that. Oh, and of course Violet from The Incredibles. ^^
My cold is steadily improving. The other day, when I was feeling totally crap, Whitney said something like 'now you've hit rock bottom you can start coming back up.' Turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts. Score!
I got Half-Life 2 working properly Friday night, almost exactly 24 hours after I got it. To restate: I hate Valve and I hate Gabe Newell. On the other hand I love them because the game is totally awesome, even if I have to make the graphics look all shoddy (ie turn the res down) to make it run smoothly. It's pretty random. This morning I spent like 5 hours driving a buggy around blasting these monsters called 'antlions,' and then I got this ball of pheromones or something so now infinite amounts of them are helping me break into this prison. Why I am breaking INTO a prison is beyond me. I just like the infinite antlions. *squeezes pheremone ball* Score!
Now, we return you to the Incredibly Detailed Woodford Report, courtesy of My L33t Memory Ski||5.
Back on Monday 27th. So I forgot a bit.
That afternoon we saw this guy called Ashton Kutcher or Axl Torvalds. He played the slide guitar. (More on that contraption later.) He was pretty damn cool, was a one-man-band, so he had a kick-drum and stuff. Played this awesome song about dolphins and made dolphin noises. That was a highlight, to be sure.
Tuesday 28th.
We all get up. Drew's mattress has deflated overnight. Ahahaha. Somehow he blows it back up over the course of the day using various cars and mouths etc. During breakfast Gabe notices a workshop in the Exchange tent labelled 'GAMELAN technique.' The nerds perk up. Alas, it is pronounced like 'Babylon' with different letters, not like 'Game LAN,' so the geeks perk down again.
We decide to catch the Early Morning Blues in the big top and get there to see the very end of Brendan Powers's act, much to Brendan (Elliot)'s dismay. The next act was this dude called Lucky Ocean which I'm sure is a stage same so I called him Danny Ocean, which is George Clooney out of Ocean's Eleven/Twelve, a dude much cooler than this Lucky dude. But Lucky played the slide guitar pretty good and sang this bluesy stuff which was orright. He's American.
The next fella onstage was Jeff Lang and I must say he was heaps better than that George Ocean dude. He has mad slide guitar skillz and his bassist, this guy called Cummerford or something, was TOTALLY ROCKIN THE HOUSE YO. Best bass player I have ever seen ever. Totally better than Lucky Clooney or whatever the fup his name is. (He didn't play bass.) So Cummerford busted out on the electrified double bass and the proper bass and Jeff Lang busted out with his slide guitar. For those who don't know a slide guitar is just like a normal guitar except for lazy people, so you lay it down on your knees. I know, it seemed crazy to me too, but I guess it made sense to some thousand-year-old Italian dude who built the first one in 500 A.D. in a small workshop underneath a brothel in Naples. Except he couldn't have played it cos they didn't have amps back then.
I have a feeling we didn't do anything from when Jeff Lang finished at 12 until about 2:30, when somehow every single person we knew managed to get to this Commie place called, get this, The Red Star, to listen to this almost-purely-instrumental jazz band called Kafka. I didn't go that hard on them, sure they played well but they were boring and repetitive. Brendan however got massively hard on so much as the mention of their name and managed to go to about 5 of their concerts, buy their CD and get it signed. Weird kid.
Once again I'm pretty sure nothing musical happened after that so I'll skip to a bit after dinner, or perhaps it was before dinner. Everyone's back at camp. I'm rooting through my tent looking for my torch, torches always seem to disappear whenever it gets dark and you actually NEED them, it's quite odd really. Then I hear this German-accented 'Hallo!'
I find the torch, crawl out, and see this woman I TOTALLY DO NOT KNOW sitting in my chair with everyone looking at her! And she seems to be selling things! So I assume she's some kind of hippie Girl Scout.
Then it seems like Lachlan knows her. So I assume she's some kind of freak. Yet in my wildest dreams I could not have imagined the truth.
She's got this tray right, and she's going on about how 'Ve have these powerballz, they vill keep you going vor hours und hours, all through ze day.'
*Dramatic pause. Either that or nobody's buying. Then-*
'Ve also have hash cookies!'
There it is. The first proper drug dealer I've ever met. No Matrix-style greatcoat, no sleazy looks, not even dark glasses. Instead we have this middle-aged Germanic hippie asking to borrow my damned torch to give change. GIVE CHANGE. I didn't think drug dealers gave change, I thought they'd bust a cap in yo ass if you didn't have the correct amount. 'YOU GIVIN ME SHRAPNEL? I GIVE YOU SHRAPNEL! WITH MAH SHOT-GUN!' But instead she's got this little purse full of change. Jesus. Next they'll be giving receipts. And discounts on fuel if you buy more than $50 worth.
Most everyone bought some cookies. The little lady recommends eating them in the day instead of at night, with the basic reasoning that you're drinking at night, and you want to be whacked in some way ALL the time. Once she was gone most everyone who bought some had some, realizing shortly after that maybe they shouldn't have trusted her. But she gave change, dammit, so she must be okay.
We go to the amphitheatre concert. Up first are The Beautiful Girls. They were kinda good, I think I was tuned out. Not to mention Drew was sitting next to me with his hands in his shirt shaking with cold. He'd had some cookies. At some point he got up and stumbled back to camp to get a jumper. We then remembered that he didn't own a jumper. And he was stoned out of his head. We then forgot about him and watched Xavier Rudd.
Xavier Rudd is this one-man-band who, although he looked white from my vantage point, is full Aboriginal. At least he seemed to be wearing war paint and played the didgeridoo. Cool didge playing, although I see what Gabe means about all his songs being the same. He also plays the slide guitar. I should have called this post 'slide guitar' cos that's all its about.
After Xavier was the second and final Cat Empire concert, which I stayed for all of. Others said it wasn't as good as Mondays but I preferred this one, I think. The guy who sings and plays trumpet who isn't Felix has become really, really good at trumpet. His voice is strangely high, like he's on helium. Maybe he is a castrati. Anyway he did a funny little sing-along with the crowd and he did this mad scat that went like 'zap zappady dap zap a doo ba etc.'
Then I went to bed.
Wow, that's massive. I'm so not writing any more now.
Just saw Elektra. That was totally mad. Totally cool fighting etc. Jennifer Garner is so totally hot. And this other girl in it was kinda cute too. Seriously, there are too many totally hot actresses in the world. Did I mention Emmy Rossum? Well, I saw Phantom of the Opera in Sydney and she's cool in that. Oh, and of course Violet from The Incredibles. ^^
My cold is steadily improving. The other day, when I was feeling totally crap, Whitney said something like 'now you've hit rock bottom you can start coming back up.' Turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy of sorts. Score!
I got Half-Life 2 working properly Friday night, almost exactly 24 hours after I got it. To restate: I hate Valve and I hate Gabe Newell. On the other hand I love them because the game is totally awesome, even if I have to make the graphics look all shoddy (ie turn the res down) to make it run smoothly. It's pretty random. This morning I spent like 5 hours driving a buggy around blasting these monsters called 'antlions,' and then I got this ball of pheromones or something so now infinite amounts of them are helping me break into this prison. Why I am breaking INTO a prison is beyond me. I just like the infinite antlions. *squeezes pheremone ball* Score!
Now, we return you to the Incredibly Detailed Woodford Report, courtesy of My L33t Memory Ski||5.
Back on Monday 27th. So I forgot a bit.
That afternoon we saw this guy called Ashton Kutcher or Axl Torvalds. He played the slide guitar. (More on that contraption later.) He was pretty damn cool, was a one-man-band, so he had a kick-drum and stuff. Played this awesome song about dolphins and made dolphin noises. That was a highlight, to be sure.
Tuesday 28th.
We all get up. Drew's mattress has deflated overnight. Ahahaha. Somehow he blows it back up over the course of the day using various cars and mouths etc. During breakfast Gabe notices a workshop in the Exchange tent labelled 'GAMELAN technique.' The nerds perk up. Alas, it is pronounced like 'Babylon' with different letters, not like 'Game LAN,' so the geeks perk down again.
We decide to catch the Early Morning Blues in the big top and get there to see the very end of Brendan Powers's act, much to Brendan (Elliot)'s dismay. The next act was this dude called Lucky Ocean which I'm sure is a stage same so I called him Danny Ocean, which is George Clooney out of Ocean's Eleven/Twelve, a dude much cooler than this Lucky dude. But Lucky played the slide guitar pretty good and sang this bluesy stuff which was orright. He's American.
The next fella onstage was Jeff Lang and I must say he was heaps better than that George Ocean dude. He has mad slide guitar skillz and his bassist, this guy called Cummerford or something, was TOTALLY ROCKIN THE HOUSE YO. Best bass player I have ever seen ever. Totally better than Lucky Clooney or whatever the fup his name is. (He didn't play bass.) So Cummerford busted out on the electrified double bass and the proper bass and Jeff Lang busted out with his slide guitar. For those who don't know a slide guitar is just like a normal guitar except for lazy people, so you lay it down on your knees. I know, it seemed crazy to me too, but I guess it made sense to some thousand-year-old Italian dude who built the first one in 500 A.D. in a small workshop underneath a brothel in Naples. Except he couldn't have played it cos they didn't have amps back then.
I have a feeling we didn't do anything from when Jeff Lang finished at 12 until about 2:30, when somehow every single person we knew managed to get to this Commie place called, get this, The Red Star, to listen to this almost-purely-instrumental jazz band called Kafka. I didn't go that hard on them, sure they played well but they were boring and repetitive. Brendan however got massively hard on so much as the mention of their name and managed to go to about 5 of their concerts, buy their CD and get it signed. Weird kid.
Once again I'm pretty sure nothing musical happened after that so I'll skip to a bit after dinner, or perhaps it was before dinner. Everyone's back at camp. I'm rooting through my tent looking for my torch, torches always seem to disappear whenever it gets dark and you actually NEED them, it's quite odd really. Then I hear this German-accented 'Hallo!'
I find the torch, crawl out, and see this woman I TOTALLY DO NOT KNOW sitting in my chair with everyone looking at her! And she seems to be selling things! So I assume she's some kind of hippie Girl Scout.
Then it seems like Lachlan knows her. So I assume she's some kind of freak. Yet in my wildest dreams I could not have imagined the truth.
She's got this tray right, and she's going on about how 'Ve have these powerballz, they vill keep you going vor hours und hours, all through ze day.'
*Dramatic pause. Either that or nobody's buying. Then-*
'Ve also have hash cookies!'
There it is. The first proper drug dealer I've ever met. No Matrix-style greatcoat, no sleazy looks, not even dark glasses. Instead we have this middle-aged Germanic hippie asking to borrow my damned torch to give change. GIVE CHANGE. I didn't think drug dealers gave change, I thought they'd bust a cap in yo ass if you didn't have the correct amount. 'YOU GIVIN ME SHRAPNEL? I GIVE YOU SHRAPNEL! WITH MAH SHOT-GUN!' But instead she's got this little purse full of change. Jesus. Next they'll be giving receipts. And discounts on fuel if you buy more than $50 worth.
Most everyone bought some cookies. The little lady recommends eating them in the day instead of at night, with the basic reasoning that you're drinking at night, and you want to be whacked in some way ALL the time. Once she was gone most everyone who bought some had some, realizing shortly after that maybe they shouldn't have trusted her. But she gave change, dammit, so she must be okay.
We go to the amphitheatre concert. Up first are The Beautiful Girls. They were kinda good, I think I was tuned out. Not to mention Drew was sitting next to me with his hands in his shirt shaking with cold. He'd had some cookies. At some point he got up and stumbled back to camp to get a jumper. We then remembered that he didn't own a jumper. And he was stoned out of his head. We then forgot about him and watched Xavier Rudd.
Xavier Rudd is this one-man-band who, although he looked white from my vantage point, is full Aboriginal. At least he seemed to be wearing war paint and played the didgeridoo. Cool didge playing, although I see what Gabe means about all his songs being the same. He also plays the slide guitar. I should have called this post 'slide guitar' cos that's all its about.
After Xavier was the second and final Cat Empire concert, which I stayed for all of. Others said it wasn't as good as Mondays but I preferred this one, I think. The guy who sings and plays trumpet who isn't Felix has become really, really good at trumpet. His voice is strangely high, like he's on helium. Maybe he is a castrati. Anyway he did a funny little sing-along with the crowd and he did this mad scat that went like 'zap zappady dap zap a doo ba etc.'
Then I went to bed.
Wow, that's massive. I'm so not writing any more now.