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Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008
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19 year old: "The Internet is pretty awesome for stalking people."
Self : "Yup, I've been stalking since the ol' LiveJournal days."
19 year old: *blank stare* "What's LiveJournal? Is that really ancient?"
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Peacefully reading my theguardian and New Scientist in the Botanic Gardens today, I heard the inevitable inept acoustic guitar. Barely-teens playing and occasionally singing Placebo and Nirvana songs. Groan. You were born after he died! It's not relevant anymore! Get into something of today!
I'm a grumpy old man, complaining about the kids music. Granted, the classic grumpy old man wouldn't be wishing the kids were playing Klaxons or Knife songs instead, but I'm well on my way.
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Thursday, April 12th, 2007
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(16:13:14) Niall J Hewitt: I've just now started the wine
(16:13:22) Niall J Hewitt: it is good wine, and had a lovely cork.
(16:13:51) Niall J Hewitt: a plastic cork, not a cork cork, so no worrying about breaking it and dropping grains of bark into the wine
(16:14:11) Niall J Hewitt: and no worrying about the biodiversity of Portugal and Sardinia
(16:14:35) Niall J Hewitt: and it wasn't too firm like some plastic corks, the corkscrew just easily sank into it like a favourite sofa
(16:14:39) Niall J Hewitt: a good cork
(16:14:56) CameraObscura: you are good
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Cthulhu
Blender
Jonathan Franzen
Mornings
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Tuesday, February 6th, 2007
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Seasons. Amazing. I'm going to be a little late for work now because
1) It's much brighter outside than I thought it should be at "going to work" time.
2) I decided to LJ this fact.
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Monday, November 13th, 2006
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The much anticipated Bristol/Anja trip! Excited. Eight weeks since I last saw Anja in person.
Wednesday 4:30 am, on my way to a bus to the airport. The adventure begins! Saw the sunrise over the clouds from the plane window. Stunning. Kind of annoyed at all the business-types being so impassive about it all. I've watched a sunset from high above once before, back when I was skydiving. Shadows filling up the hollows behind hills like a thick dark liquid, while I was falling down into it.
10:30 am. Back to sleep, but in a new place. Haircut-wise, I blend in pretty well with the many lesbians I am to meet on this Jaunt.
Middayish. Why is there a picture of Lou Firefish in the UWE art school? Small world.
Lunch is a good excuse to start my plan for the Wednesday, which is to get absurdly drunk. This is not the first pitcher of the day, and far from the last.
Colourful.
Large photos, which don't really advance the storytelling without explanation. I just hate it when pages load quickly and smoothly, don't you?
Does anyone reading this not know Anja? Here she is. She is good.
Wednesday night was spent with a very large, and I mean really very large,
bottle of rum, ham and cheese toasties and a couple of films. The Bristol 'scene' is explained to me, the lack of change in the Belfast 'scene' is explained to her. Toasts are dedicated to John "Good" Quinn.
Thursday inevitably picks up where Wednesday left off.
Rum, "herbal dietary supplements" from a Rastafarian shop, and The Interwebs. An enjoyable combination, we end up downloading a whole lot of Girls Aloud videos on my phone.
Off for gay Thursday. First the silly-camp-sounding Pineapple (downstairs Mynt-esque) and then the delighfully-twee-sounding Queen's Shilling (upstairs Mynt-esque, except with people there).
Helen from a long-ago Big Brother was there, we stalked her relentlessly.
*Welsh accent, with extra drunkenness* "But I'm not a lesbian! I'm straight!" Heartbreaker.
We had dinosaur stickers from last Saturday's Guardian. Cue many confused faces when we say things like "You must be a Stegosaurus" and stick it on to them. Poor Velociraptor girl tho, I think I might have really offended her. I only meant that she's a sharp-clawed predator...
Friday started out with the usual jaunts and cocktails, but by early evening descended into the indescribable. Get a bus to an out of town shopping centre, buy a bottle of water, go back home. People must have been worrying about the two fragile-looking indies. Fido Dido was the only thing that made sense. Friday was an early night.
Saturday morning was a wee bit sore, but not too sore to wonder at why in the world this building needs so many chimneys :
Honestly, that's just greedy.
Sitting next to none other than Ciaran Deadmeat on the flight home. Small small world.
Yawn. Goodtimes were had, anyway, if you want to summarise in three words.
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Tuesday, September 5th, 2006
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What I'm eating for breakfast: Powerade
How come: In bed
Favorite kind of rash: Carpet
Probably going to have to: Get a job
Why not: will pick the wrong one
Would I get: a sense of that all is right
Plans for today: wait for tomorrow.
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Thursday, August 24th, 2006
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Some of my friends (no-one real, I don't think) and I were in a bus crash, and to save one of them, a guy from a nearby chippie used body parts from a few others. The ones that didn't survive, he battered and fried the rest of their bodies. It was delicious. I think the bus had big stabilizers out the sides, but they obviously didn't help in the end.
I ended up living in a bedroom at the back of the chippie. I had to go though some secret passage with electrical wiring to get there. Claire Doodle was on her way to come and see us. I had to eat all the fried bodies before she got there so she wouldn't be too upset. While doing so, I was watching the Tick, and my remote control broke, which was annoying, because it was recorded with Ricki Lake at the start of the file. To fastforward I had to drop a pound coin into an empty wine glass. There were three empty wine glasses there, moving the coin into the others could make it rewind or pause.
While crawling through the tunnel, I overheard that Radio 1 had picked up on my story, with a lot of sympathy.
Dreams are great.
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Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
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Monday, February 6th, 2006
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
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Howl's Moving Castle.
This film deserves me to tell The Internets that you should go and see it. It's heart-achingly beautiful. If you've seen Princess Mononoke or Spirited Away, these are also similar films by Miyazake, sort of Shinto fairy-tale stuff. Childrens' movies? I guess. Sigh. Yes, everyone tells each other they love them at the end, and the monsters turn into heroes, and yeah, yeah... aw, but so sweet.
I could watch it again, even. It's all hand-drawn, there's an amazing amount of detail packed into every image, little funny things happening in the background, totally absorbing. Perfectly paced, 100% wrapped up in the story, eventually noticed the fire exit sign near the screen after an hour, and thought "still in the real world? ... no thank you". Miyazakiland please, where true love is all you need to overcome any obstacle. Feel the fresh air in the magic anime meadows.
It's in the QFT (yeah, so it might be slightly out of focus from time to time, but at least there's mega comfy seats, and a bar) but only until Thursday.
I'd never been to the cinema by myself before, but then again, indie is short for independent.
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Friday, January 27th, 2006
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So, I typed a letter, largely to play with my new typewriter. It amuses me, okay?
Then, and this is the interesting part, I put it in an envelope, texted John to get his postal address, wrote that on the envelope, and put a stamp up in the corner. The stamp cost 30p, and means that when I left the envelope in a postbox out in the street, LOADS of people are going to work to get it to the address. And the patterns and symbols on the page actually represent words, which represent thoughts!
People don't think about these things enough! It's amazing! SOCIETY!
Consciousness, empathy, life, senses, thoughts, feelings, language, identity... sometimes I'm just overwhelmed at the existence of these things.
Would you guess I've just had a large mochachino? :)
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Wednesday, January 25th, 2006
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Thursday, January 19th, 2006
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My mobile text inbox is full. It's been brimming over for months now, I have to delete messages to pick up new ones, but now I can't actually find *any* I wouldn't mind deleting. Far too sentimental.
Non-random example, looking for ones people probably won't mind me sharing : just after I had sent a message saying "NoDancing later?" to Niall Harden
"I'll be there. P.s. when my phone beeped i said 'please be something unstressful like niall saying "no dancing later?"'
Was funny. That one turned out to be *particularly* good NoDancing.
There are 94, which all remind me of some sort of goodtimes. And there are two in my sent messages section.
Sigh. I actually do read my inbox when I need a bit of a pick-me-up.
The oldest one is from Dylan Chalet. It says "Hi anja. No problem. What are your full names. You'll be on the guest list. My head hurts"
13:14 23rd August 2005. Despite getting my identity wrong, I can't delete that! Reminds me of Dublin Trip and Vital, which was when these past couple of years started turning good for me. And Dilbot's too lovely.
Far too sentimental.
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Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
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Using only songs from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions...
Pick an artist: Magnetic Fields
1.) Are you a male or female? Sweet-Lovin' Man
2.) Describe yourself: Young And Insane
3.) How do you feel about yourself? I Wish I Had An Evil Twin
4.) Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Take Ecstasy With Me
5.) Describe your current boyfriend/girlfriend: Either You Don't Love Me Or I Don't Love You
6.) Describe where you currently live: Desert Island (lie)
7.) If you could go anywhere, where would you go: (Come Back from) San Francisco
8.) describe your best friend: Crowd Of Drifters
9.) Your favorite color is: Blue You
10.) You know that: Time Enough for Rocking When We're Old
11.) What's the weather like?: All the Umbrellas in London
12.) If your life was a television show, what would it be called?: The Night You Can't Remember. Or, Yeah. Oh, Yeah
13.) What is life to you?: Nothing Matters When We're Dancing
14.) What is the best advice you have to give?: Kiss Me Like You Mean It
15.) If you could change your name, what would you change it to?: The Death of Ferdinand de Saussure
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Wednesday, September 21st, 2005
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Dear Internet, Today I have been mostly a bit dazed and unsettled. Turns out I'm in final year now, which came as a surprise. I had been doing the MSci four year physics course, but, um, no. As of today I'm on the three year BSc. I'm *graduating* in July. This makes real life terrifyingly close. Eeekk. I'm in final year. This is going to take some time to sink in.
So at least something bad has happened to me, for the first time in a few weeks. I used to be indie. Recently, read on down there, I've been too bloody cheerful. Like a game show host. I don't want to be a game show host.
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Monday, September 19th, 2005
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Hey, you.
Yay for living with Leah! She is the best housemate.
Yay for being back in town. The countryside is sort of pretty, but more boring.
Yay for having gigs and cinemas and clubs and bars to go to.
Yay for freshers wandering around town, looking slightly anxious and excited.
Yay for seeing friends often and not having to sit on a bus for two hours each way to do so.
Boo at the weather today.
Vaguely indifferent at my flat off Botanic being finished on time or not. I am happy where I am.
And now - to search for pear cider.
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Monday, September 12th, 2005
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More fantastic news - I seem to be moving in with Leah for a few weeks. How good is this? *puts hands far apart* It's this good. Wonderful. Thanks there!
Completes a very cheerful weekend for me, really. I went scarf shopping with Boyinept. No, really. I went scarf shopping with Damien Boyinept. Had I died and surprisingly found myself in heaven? It fits the facts. Party de Boyinept in the Union was awesome. Deci's a really good DJ! I had slagged him off a bit, based on some Queen's Radio listenings, but I take it back now. Party de Boyinept - Reading National Geographic at the bar, with a new scarf (edit: and mono eyeliner)... are we the most indie kids ever? I think so. Go us.
Oh wow. It was just all good. Dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance dance. Thanks there, all involved - really ;)
Saturday was the day between one party and the next, not worth my while going home. I had thought that I might get a bit bored, not a bit of it. I do enjoy Belfast, if you can try to ignore what some people get up to. It's got that small-town meeting people on the street potenial, which I'm enjoying these days. Leah's! My new house! YAY! Apart from being persuaded to get a lift over from the Dublin Road on account of a godforsaken actual fucking ~sniper~, fuck sake, it's 2005, not the Dark Ages (with guns). But, yeah, thanks there Eoghan, it's better not to be shot at.
Yes, Leah's. Lovely night, lovely people. Yeah, you. I think I got the most tipsy / merry, ever. I'm not overly happy at having to use that word, but it's the right one. I have thoroughly enjoyed this weekend. Mind, I can tell it's Definitely time for me to move back into town when I start buying new clothes on the Sunday because I've been up the whole weekend with only my ickle backpack with a spare tshirt and such. YAY! I'm moving back to town! Such goodtimes.
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Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
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So, aye. That was a night out, of sorts.
Started off according to plan, lovely coffee with the Boymostinept, I so can't wait to move in round the corner. Really, it's difficult to fully convey the ferocious magnitude of my new flat's proximity to Clements. Terrifying in many ways.
But, like, wa? I didn't get into the gig? By the end of the night, I was, fer cryin out loud, on the guestlist for Oppenheimer and The Chalets, with them talking to the manager about me. The manager of course knows me too, I go to the Empire all the time, but I just guess that once the dickless on the door says no, it's a matter of sheer stubbornness and not being seen to change your little mind. Ah well.
Love and kudos to Damien for hanging around outside with me, thanks for that. You're a legend. (except you actually exist, which makes you even better). Also to Anja, who made some wonderful arguments on my behalf as well, and thanks to Rocky, Shaun and Dylan, you did try. Thanks. Aw, you're all so lovely. I actually felt really good about it.
Also, I saw Oppenheimer only last Wednesday at Vital, and the Chalets then and on Saturday too... and the other band was Panda Kopanda, who, well, they're certainly better at making music than me, so it's not my place to slag them off, but... you know what I'm getting at.
I'm pretty sure I could have got in the side door, the other person with the same problem that night did so, but only because all those guys were talking to Empire people about me, I didn't want to do anything that would get me in trouble, not for my trouble, which may have been worth it, but because the last thing I ever want to do is reflect badly on my friends.
So, aye. There was no point me loitering any further, so off it was to the Union, stopping again at Clements for a quick coffee and catch up with a random old school friend. "I'm working till midnight" Niall Harden had told me, so I assumed this would be the Union job. As it turns out, no. But, really, I can make the best of things.
Picture the scene: At the bar, in the empty Speakeasy, with a bourbon and ginger, because if film noir and blues music has taught us anything, that is the only drink one can have while wondering if the New Friend one was meant to meet thinks one has stood her up. Okay, so they didn't have any ginger ale, it was Coke, but in spirit...
Enough of this. I wasn't moping at all. I've been in a very good mood for the last few days especially, and I refused last night to be any exception. The bar staff were thoroughly not at all busy, so they all took it in turns to invent new cocktails for me. Wonderful. I had a good night of chatting away with them, with them giving me insanely cheap and insanely strong new creations, using as many exotic ingredients as the Speakeasy could provide. I thought I had cracked the Fine Art Of Zero To Hammered In £8.22, but this took it to new levels.
By the time Deci, Kieran and company turned up after the Empire gig, wow. I was *rollixed* and very merry. We stayed on till (after) closing time, talking about the prospective record shop in the Union idea. We like it, a lot. Ideas we also mooted included an open air cinema near the PEC car park and (mine here) a Silent Disco. Really, I do hope we talk seriously about these sometime again, and even better, do something about it. The Union said they'd give us a few months rent-free for the record shop... and there's Invest NI, LEDU, and various small business funding type dealies. Please do actually comment here about this, let me know if it's sheer bloody madness, given that every Belfast independent record shop except Hector's Godforsaken House has closed down in the last few years, Backbeat being the last of it.
I do hope that wasn't just drunken rambling. Then to sleep at Leah's, staying up talking, with tea. Absolutely lovely. I had a very good night. Kieran, thanks for lift, you are indeed a Gentleman and a Scholar.
Oh! Most.random.thing.ever! Just left lovely Leah's in the morning, you may well know where it is, next door to the Lyric. I was walking, actually right past the door when my phone rang. "Hi, Niall? This is Clare from the Lyric Theatre, I've just read your CV..." Fantastic stuff. So, aye, went in and talked, which maybe wasn't the brightest idea, it being a Morning After, but aye. Seems I'm getting that job, hopefully. Anja, I will see what I can do about you too. I am hopeful. :)
Off home via Castle Harden, picking up a dynamite mix CD. I really do have a lot of tremendously marvelous friends. There is no way for me to have a bad night. You're great! :) What a pleasant day.
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Monday, September 5th, 2005
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Rocknrollgoodtimes = Such, yes.
The festival = Soulwax, Chalets, Flaming Lips, (or "Flips" as I'm going to call them from now on, just to annoy you), Kraftwerk, Human League, blah blah blah, look on the EP website, it was fucking amazing.
Silent Disco! = Yes! Yes yes yes. I'd do this again. Niall Harden, forget the record shop, new gimmicky idea here.
It's a dancefloor where can talk to people when you want. This is very good for making new friends! :)
The randomers = Brilliant! Talking to fellow EPers just sitting around you is a thoroughly nice experience. Apparantly two guys are posting me demo tapes. Sweet. Some I was talking to while curled up with my new friend in a bed under a tree, with magical music from a funk band and mere metres away from a pear cider bar. Who knew life could be this good?
When people try to not be awake anymore = Yes, I remember reading an article about this 'sleep'. Do people ever do that? Nah.
Scarfs = Scarves are life!
Rumour = It'll be a three day event next year? This is from a fellow EPer on my bus home (Hello Emma, you are lovely), and it's on "The Internet" so it's got to be true. Awesome.
Photos => Friends page, possibly. Not of me though. I abandoned yizall, my LJing bus lot, except for some essential moments - Anja, we are the Chalets front row, always :)
So, yeah, bring on Tuesday!
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
*gives you all a hug*
Thank you for the best weekend of my life.
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sick.
energetic.
nostalgic.