from this power ...

[aquandrian]

Here's a thought.

Tonight when I leave Sydney for the Southern Highlands, I could leave the laptop behind. A weekend without the Internet and GIMP? Now that would really be taking a break from my life. Well, it won't be that long, really. I'll prolly be back online Sunday arvo. Ari and I are going to birthday drinks of a high school friend

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[whirlygig]

Andrew's real estate agent disappeared for a few months. They kept calling, kept leaving voicemail, and he just never returned their call. Now the leak in their bathroom has started dripping on the people below, so the plumber dropped around without any warning the other day, when someone was in the shower. Apparently, he's going to return. Ooh! He might already have returned. The cold tap in the bathroom might actually work now, so that I don't have to wash my hands a) in incredibly hot water; or b) in the bath. The excitement!

Now they just have to grab the real estate agent to fix the door coming off its hinges. Gah.

[aquandrian]

Jesus Fucking Christ. Who are they, d'you know? Raine & Horne Summer Hill?

[whirlygig]

someone or other First National, Ashfield. It's not the front door, mind, just one of the bedrooms.

[aquandrian]

Ahhh, Ashfield ... okay, that's better ... I was panicking a little that it might be one of the Summer Hill real estate agents I'll soon be pleading with for accommodation.

Still, bedroom or front door, that really fucking sucks. Especially in winter when people are prolly trying to conserve heat. I send angry vibes on Andrew's behalf.

[boojumlol]

Michael Marshall Smith is a GOD. It's good to be back in the hands of a master.

Nice to know you're enjoying it. That collection was the second MMS work I read, after Only Forward, and I confess I wasn't prepared for how traumatic/depressing some of the stories were going to be. You, having read Spares and The Straw Men aren't quite in the same situation, I guess.

If it does get you down, go read Sunshine. I'm not usually a huge vampire fan, but I loved that book. It left me feeling happy.

[aquandrian]

Yeah, I get what you mean about the trauma/depression ... I'm about halfway through after carefully skipping the first story because of your warning. Just finished Save As ... at the traffic lights this morning and was contemplating how despite the dark content and the disturbing endings, he still makes me feel secure and satisfied. I think it just says so much for the skill of him. Odd, isn't it?

I actually read Sunshine first. Loved the beginning but was sorely disappointed a third into it. Don't know why, I think it's something about Robin McKinley, found the same with her other books actually ... she has great premises, starts off really well, hooks me with her voice (especially with this one) but somewhere along the track she loses me. With this, I didn't like the lectures, the telling but not showing. She built a great world but gah, I got so sick of being told about it. There was something off about this protagonist, I can't figure out what it is but she just left me cold and the ending totally left me dissatisfied. Weird. It'

[boojumlol]

I read a few reviews of Sunshine, and a couple of people said similar things. I also got impatient with being told about the world, and I think at times she lost control of the speech/thought style she was attempting. I mostly liked her voice, though, and I thought the practicality and rambling stream of consciousness stopped the vampire bits from being a little too traditional gothic. I must admit Con is now my second favourite vampire - I don't think Spike will ever be displaced, especially considering I'm not usually a fan of vampire books/films.

[aquandrian]

Oh phew, good. I thought I was overreacting. :p

[boojumlol]

Oh, and I read The Crow and like it, except for the flashback to Shelley's rape, which was a bit much for me. I admit I laughed at the book a little at first for its level of angst, but then got into it.

I'm saving the others for when I have more time. Once I start a book I have no control over myself.

[aquandrian]

Ahhhh, I can't wait to see your reaction to the chick lit. You're either going to hate it or love it. :p

[sheba_finesse]

Good girl! As lovely as shoes may be, moving-outness is better.

Real estate agents are the devil. We're still waiting for our toilet to be fixed.

[aquandrian]

Thank you, Shebamummy. *beams*

Oh, gah. What's the deal with you guys getting a plumber in to fix it? They won't cover the cost, right? Sorry, can you tell I've never signed a lease? :p

[sheba_finesse]

*giggle* Y'know, you are possibly the only person aside from my Pwannypet who could get away with calling me Shebamummy.

As far as the plumber thing goes, we're not allowed to organise one ourselves, they won't pay for it. We have to wait until they decide they can be bothered organising it. Unless it's an emergency, in which case there is a particular plumber we have to call.

[aquandrian]

Haha, always grabbing privileges, me.

Gah, that so fucking sucks!! And I suppose bugging them won't work, will it? Grrrr. The more I hear and discover about real estate people, the less I like them.

But then, happily enough, the one real estate person I've dealt with so far on my own moving out-ness has been a real darling. I was kinda worrying about missing out on opportunities by coming down this weekend, especially two places in particular. I just called her and she told me neither will be open for inspection this weekend. YES! *pulls punch* Life is good sometimes.

[zooey_wanderer]

So...

this cake that your having and eating at the same time...

... is it chocolate???

yay for theckthy booths and moving out!!

Have a good weekend, darrrlinkkkk

[aquandrian]

YAH! Choclett ... wif wif lil honeycomb bits ... and buried cherries ... all of it soaked in alkeehol

[zooey_wanderer]

Oh, that's quite dark, innit? Which i guess it would be given the subject matter..

go me with the incisive insights!

Okay, I'm tirrid.

Dinner was lovely. Packing goes ok. Have not written a single new poem.

*shame*

I need to get my life on track! In my defence, I did spend five hours in the Uni library on saturday working on my presentation for wednesday, so i did do some work.

The ghosts of these unborn poems are haunting me though...

*tries not to panic*

Hope you had a luverly weekend.

*smooches*

[aquandrian]

Mmm, there's a whole twin Christ metaphor happening there that I picked up on before I discovered the Ian Curtis connection. But, no, you are right. It is dark ... and unlike a lot of other JA songs, even the tone of the music is dark. The chorus "go away, leave us alone, we don't know ya, who you are" he does in this deep menacing tone, really beautifully chilling and why the fuck am I telling you about it instead of just taping it???

My kingdom for a CD burner. *facepalms*

Not to worry, babe. Once you get the move out of the way and settled into your new place, I'm sure you can tackle that recalcitrant poetic trollop muse good. *resists the urge to use the word squirt, goddamn burroughs*

Good luck for the presentation! *sends projecty!voice vibes*

*headbutts affectionately*