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Life lessons ...
Mar. 26th, 2010 11:29 pm... learnt from Rock Band:
- I have approximately the vocal range of Lady Gaga and exactly the vocal range of Debbie Harry. Only, you know, obviously without any professional training or fantastically kickass pop careers.
- I really really really hate Aerosmith.
- Rocking out is easier when pissed.
- J can get fantastically geeky about the technical quality of Jonathan Coulton songs.
- It makes total sense why drummers wear very little.
Here endeth the lesson.
- I have approximately the vocal range of Lady Gaga and exactly the vocal range of Debbie Harry. Only, you know, obviously without any professional training or fantastically kickass pop careers.
- I really really really hate Aerosmith.
- Rocking out is easier when pissed.
- J can get fantastically geeky about the technical quality of Jonathan Coulton songs.
- It makes total sense why drummers wear very little.
Here endeth the lesson.
Happy New Year!
Jan. 1st, 2010 12:40 pmParty was awesome, drunken Rock Band is fun, I am now going teetotal until the new job starts because my liver is starting to send up "Ow ow ow" flags.
I hereby decree 2010 shall be full of win.
J is demanding I make him food. I am refusing to make him food. He is wondering if the Patriarchy will give him a trade-in on his woman. Such is my life.
I hereby decree 2010 shall be full of win.
J is demanding I make him food. I am refusing to make him food. He is wondering if the Patriarchy will give him a trade-in on his woman. Such is my life.
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Dec. 27th, 2009 07:28 pmRighto, having consumed tea, orange juice, chips and wrestling, I feel up to a proper Christmas-themed update.
Christmas Day: We were in the Tron and headed out to J's parents' place for delicious barbeque lunch. I was totally not expecting to get presents, but more fool me - pretty jewellery and bath smellies from J's parents (aka his mum) and a really pretty blank journal with a sparkly corset-themed cover from his sister R. And J's gift from his brother was labelled "To Uncle J and Aunty S" so clearly I am One Of Them now.
Obligatory Christmas embarrassment moments: J's sister also-J giving him a lecture about Making An Honest Woman Out Of Me before we have kids; J's mother referring to me as "a total Earth Mother" after I had the one-year-old niece thrust into my arms; swearing in front of J's dad. *pauses for expected ZOMG YOU WHAT??? from Tron-people*
J however maintains that this last has only endeared me to his siblings because (a) they would never get away with it and (b) apparently they think I am "a nice polite girl" so find it hilarious.
Non-embarrassing Christmas hilarity: Being in a wonderful outsider-looking-in position to observe Tense Family Dynamics. God it's much better when it's not my *own* family bullshit.
Boxing Day: Driven up to Auckland-town by J's dad. Brunch with Mum/stepdad2/stephellspawn/Grandfather, full of delicious Emotional Bollocks, but the *main* thing was ZOMG DIGITAL CAMERA from Grandfather. J now took the role of Outside Observer Shaking Head Sadly At Family Dynamics.
BBQ dinner with Grandma/rest of Auckland-based fam. More excellent gifts including Borders gift card, iTunes gift card, pretty jewellery. Had to verbally bitchslap Elder Stephellspawn for calling cousin A a "homo". Think he now lives in fear of me. Am pleased.
Back to A&A's for *real* New York pizza and gossip and sleeping. And delicious raspberry liqueur thing.
Today: Brunch with A&A, flight home, semi-comatose setting up of Rock Band, Dunkin Donuts.
Next: Getting well pissed and playing some drums.
Minor political rant: RSA 0, Jewish Council 1. Because nothing screams "we're desperately striving for relevance"* like saying that a group of dedicated WW2 re-enactors "just don't understand the symbolism" of Nazi uniforms.
Side snark: anyone else read the Granny Herald's description of "Nazi uniforms" vs. the re-enactors "suchandsuch regiment" and wonder which of the two actually knows what they're talking about?
*Copyright Paula Bennett, 2009, all rights reserved.
Christmas Day: We were in the Tron and headed out to J's parents' place for delicious barbeque lunch. I was totally not expecting to get presents, but more fool me - pretty jewellery and bath smellies from J's parents (aka his mum) and a really pretty blank journal with a sparkly corset-themed cover from his sister R. And J's gift from his brother was labelled "To Uncle J and Aunty S" so clearly I am One Of Them now.
Obligatory Christmas embarrassment moments: J's sister also-J giving him a lecture about Making An Honest Woman Out Of Me before we have kids; J's mother referring to me as "a total Earth Mother" after I had the one-year-old niece thrust into my arms; swearing in front of J's dad. *pauses for expected ZOMG YOU WHAT??? from Tron-people*
J however maintains that this last has only endeared me to his siblings because (a) they would never get away with it and (b) apparently they think I am "a nice polite girl" so find it hilarious.
Non-embarrassing Christmas hilarity: Being in a wonderful outsider-looking-in position to observe Tense Family Dynamics. God it's much better when it's not my *own* family bullshit.
Boxing Day: Driven up to Auckland-town by J's dad. Brunch with Mum/stepdad2/stephellspawn/Grandfather, full of delicious Emotional Bollocks, but the *main* thing was ZOMG DIGITAL CAMERA from Grandfather. J now took the role of Outside Observer Shaking Head Sadly At Family Dynamics.
BBQ dinner with Grandma/rest of Auckland-based fam. More excellent gifts including Borders gift card, iTunes gift card, pretty jewellery. Had to verbally bitchslap Elder Stephellspawn for calling cousin A a "homo". Think he now lives in fear of me. Am pleased.
Back to A&A's for *real* New York pizza and gossip and sleeping. And delicious raspberry liqueur thing.
Today: Brunch with A&A, flight home, semi-comatose setting up of Rock Band, Dunkin Donuts.
Next: Getting well pissed and playing some drums.
Minor political rant: RSA 0, Jewish Council 1. Because nothing screams "we're desperately striving for relevance"* like saying that a group of dedicated WW2 re-enactors "just don't understand the symbolism" of Nazi uniforms.
Side snark: anyone else read the Granny Herald's description of "Nazi uniforms" vs. the re-enactors "suchandsuch regiment" and wonder which of the two actually knows what they're talking about?
*Copyright Paula Bennett, 2009, all rights reserved.
