Cor, chief!
Recent events:
1. My birthday wasn't terribly impressive. It felt like an average day and more than once I forgot the significance of it, and then it really plummeted as the day went on. And work wasn't terribly interesting, nor was the hour-long walk back home when I didn't have money to catch a bus.
2. On Saturday, of course, I did the Time Machine and Bradley joined me for the last hour of it, and then we grabbed a rather sorry lunch together from Panchero's before I had to work the homecoming game. Afterward, I went with Becky and Bradley to the former's place and we chatted as I dined on Mexican food and Bradley played loads of twee-pop. Well, except for the impromptu Wu-Tang dance party we had. The three of us ventured over to this Art Party that was frankly rather nondescript. I saw quite a few people I recognized, including Ann (I haven't seen her since we were naked at the party I held back in August), but we left early and couldn't come up with anything else to do.
3. I reviewed some records on Sunday before heading up to the station for the DJ meeting. I briefly returned home for dinner and an extremely huge slice of rich chocolate birthday cake (replete with massive strawberries, I shudder to think about what Monsanto-developed hormones were injected into it) before tabling the Stars concert. The opening act was a decent Norwegian singer-songwriter fellow whose moniker escapes me. My mother thought he was cute but was informed by one of the CDU staff that he was gay. Eh well. The mix was really odd for the first portion of Stars' performance - it sounded I was listening to them with earplugs on, frankly - but it improved (as did they) as the concert progressed and some of the new songs didn't sound half-bad, even if nothing from their new record holds a candle to past efforts. The crowd was a lot larger and less intimate this time (as another friend of mine noted, "More people have discovered their connection to Broken Social Scene!"). When they were here in November of 2005, I'd say there were about 200-250 people there and most of them knew all the words and were singing along and calling out for their favorite songs, and it just felt a lot more special and sweet. They were in cracking form that night and it still ranks as one of my three favorite performances. Sunday night wasn't nearly as good, though not terrible by any stretch of the imagination. After the concert, I briefly attended 80's Night at The Beta Bar, and it was smaller than ever. Hopefully it'll be crazy on Veterans' Day Weekend.
4. My internet's been really dodgy since Monday. It'll stay on for about 2-3 hours and then disappear for four hours, and when it disappears it basically does the following: connects to the Internet for 5-30 seconds, abruptly cuts off for ten minutes, comes back on and does the same thing over and over. It's rather frustrating. I worked on music for most of Monday and watched Hiroshima Mon Amour, I attended a PR meeting on Tuesday, and yesterday I ventured down to the Union as I always do to sell merchandise for the station. I dropped by the Music Department office and tarried around there before heading home, warming up a frozen pizza, and plopping in bed by 8 PM. To my surprise, I woke up at 5:30 (or rather, my brother woke me up on accident), but I drifted back to sleep again and finally rose from slumber just before 8 this morning. I suppose I didn't realize how tired I was, but I've been lacking in sleep for two weeks, so the restfulness was heavily desired and much needed.
5. Today I'm DJing at 2 PM, and then tomorrow and Saturday I'm working for Florida A&M homecoming-related events. There's little else I foresee in my future at the moment.
P.S. I'm finally on last.fm; c'est moi.