preggie stuff + the boy with the fallopian voice
I was never one of the most graceful creatures to have walked the Earth, but my gait has now been reduced to a clumsy waddle. My thighs, not exactly slim to begin with, are now comparable to modest-sized tree trunks. All the better to support my belly, now the size of a basketball. Ah, the joys of pregnancy. And despite being one of the contributing parties, the men don't get it, of course.
Me: My thighs are huge!
Aaron: Ok.
Me: They're like tree trunks!
Aaron: Ok.
Me: Thanks for being sympathetic.
Aaron: You're welcome.
It's terribly expensive to have a child. Even though ours was unplanned, it doesn't mean I don't want the best for him. We've spent lots of money so far, and the little tyke hasn't even been born! Big ticket items like the cot, stroller aside, there's so many things to buy! I just spent more than three hundred bucks on nappies, bottles, steam steriliser for the bottles, clothes, a baby bathtub, blankets and towels. And the shopping's not nearly done yet.
Money aside, I'm stressed out about being a parent. No surprises there, but there's a really silly thing that I keep worrying about. See, I don't swear that much on the internet, but in real life, at home and at work, I drop the f-bomb like nobody's business. I can see myself screaming FUCK! non-stop in the hospital as I bring a new human being into the world. I've always maintained that cuss words are just words for people to express their feelings. I've always felt that people who tsked tsked at cuss words are stick-in-the-muds. But now, for the first time, the whole idea of being a Bad Influence seem real. I don't want to stop cussing coz I don't want to do an about-face on my Principles. But I also don't want my son's first words to be "fuck". Scary shit, parenthood.
I wanted to write about the Jason Mraz gig, which was bloody tops, but I'm too lazy to do a separate entry. I have a love-hate relationship with his record company. While I'm grateful that they discovered Mraz and brought him to my attention, it's criminal how they've buried the essence of his music by churning out overproduced albums filled with radio-friendly tunes. The albums are rubbish. Mraz should always be enjoyed acoustically (preferrably live) with just the supercool Tocca on percussion. He's so spontaneous, witty and entertaining. His voice is pure and clear, ethereal but strong. The best part of the show was when he observed what an elegant theatre it was, then he started speaking in a Brit accent and sang the rest of "The Remedy" in an operatic voice. Awesome. He also said he was being stalked by someone who sent a huge bag of food to his hotel room at 10.30pm and called him at 12.30am to ask if he got it.
Setlist
Plane
Wordplay
Rocket Man
Geek In The Pink
After An Afternoon
Unfold -> Unravel -> Unfold
Please Don't Tell Her
You And I Both
The Remedy
0% Interest -> Where Is The Love
[encore]
The Boy's Gone
Life Is Wonderful
I'm Yours
Also, does anyone have any data Panik tracks to share besides "Rulers and the States", "Sense Not Sense", "Cubis (I Love You)" and "Minimum Wage"?
Me: My thighs are huge!
Aaron: Ok.
Me: They're like tree trunks!
Aaron: Ok.
Me: Thanks for being sympathetic.
Aaron: You're welcome.
It's terribly expensive to have a child. Even though ours was unplanned, it doesn't mean I don't want the best for him. We've spent lots of money so far, and the little tyke hasn't even been born! Big ticket items like the cot, stroller aside, there's so many things to buy! I just spent more than three hundred bucks on nappies, bottles, steam steriliser for the bottles, clothes, a baby bathtub, blankets and towels. And the shopping's not nearly done yet.
Money aside, I'm stressed out about being a parent. No surprises there, but there's a really silly thing that I keep worrying about. See, I don't swear that much on the internet, but in real life, at home and at work, I drop the f-bomb like nobody's business. I can see myself screaming FUCK! non-stop in the hospital as I bring a new human being into the world. I've always maintained that cuss words are just words for people to express their feelings. I've always felt that people who tsked tsked at cuss words are stick-in-the-muds. But now, for the first time, the whole idea of being a Bad Influence seem real. I don't want to stop cussing coz I don't want to do an about-face on my Principles. But I also don't want my son's first words to be "fuck". Scary shit, parenthood.
I wanted to write about the Jason Mraz gig, which was bloody tops, but I'm too lazy to do a separate entry. I have a love-hate relationship with his record company. While I'm grateful that they discovered Mraz and brought him to my attention, it's criminal how they've buried the essence of his music by churning out overproduced albums filled with radio-friendly tunes. The albums are rubbish. Mraz should always be enjoyed acoustically (preferrably live) with just the supercool Tocca on percussion. He's so spontaneous, witty and entertaining. His voice is pure and clear, ethereal but strong. The best part of the show was when he observed what an elegant theatre it was, then he started speaking in a Brit accent and sang the rest of "The Remedy" in an operatic voice. Awesome. He also said he was being stalked by someone who sent a huge bag of food to his hotel room at 10.30pm and called him at 12.30am to ask if he got it.
Setlist
Plane
Wordplay
Rocket Man
Geek In The Pink
After An Afternoon
Unfold -> Unravel -> Unfold
Please Don't Tell Her
You And I Both
The Remedy
0% Interest -> Where Is The Love
[encore]
The Boy's Gone
Life Is Wonderful
I'm Yours
Also, does anyone have any data Panik tracks to share besides "Rulers and the States", "Sense Not Sense", "Cubis (I Love You)" and "Minimum Wage"?