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Australian dance ...
Feb. 21st, 2004 11:58 pmAll right, updating for the last few days:
Hung out with Piccalo for a good portion of Thursday evening and pretty much all of Friday. Which was awesome, 'cause I never see her enough anymore. She dropped by on Thursday to pick up some stuff, and then we went out to dinner, and then to Barnes & Noble to pick up a comic book called Lenore, written by a guy who hadn't slept in three days and then had to go to the hospital for a caffine overdoes. The moral of Lenore: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back place several 8 inch blades through their head. If they come back again, run ... just run.
Friday was more Piccalo goodness, with a tape of random recordings off the International Channel, and a comic called Sai. The recordings included a recent appearance of Gackt on Hey!x3 (and reaffirmed my fear of the hosts) and a lot of Korean music videos (one of which was by a band named Turtles, and had two rappers). She came with me to my calligraphy class, got kicked out of the classroom and had to stay in the library (I still feel bad about that), and then we went to have pizza for dinner. Over pizza, we had a long philosophical discussion about the twins and how fucked up everything is going to be, and how fucked up everything is. Not necessarily how fucked up it will be for us, mind you, but the conversation was depressing nonetheless, as it has made us realize that there is nothing we can do, no matter how hard we try. (About what isn't important.)
Went to see an Australian dance company tonight. It was more colorful than the 70s, longer than Titanic, and had more endings than Return of the King. But it was good. Very good. ^^ There were lots of pretty people running about dressed in very little. The costume designers seemed to have a slight obsession with thongs and chaps, seeing as every male wore one or the other, or both, for at least ten minutes. The choreography was a bit odd at times (but when isn't modern choreography?), but thankfully there was none of that "swooning" move (you know, where they trace their hands up their chest and fall to the floor?). There were, however, lots and lots of Gackt-esque hand-spaz motions. It was interesting.
Hung out with Piccalo for a good portion of Thursday evening and pretty much all of Friday. Which was awesome, 'cause I never see her enough anymore. She dropped by on Thursday to pick up some stuff, and then we went out to dinner, and then to Barnes & Noble to pick up a comic book called Lenore, written by a guy who hadn't slept in three days and then had to go to the hospital for a caffine overdoes. The moral of Lenore: If you love someone, set them free. If they come back place several 8 inch blades through their head. If they come back again, run ... just run.
Friday was more Piccalo goodness, with a tape of random recordings off the International Channel, and a comic called Sai. The recordings included a recent appearance of Gackt on Hey!x3 (and reaffirmed my fear of the hosts) and a lot of Korean music videos (one of which was by a band named Turtles, and had two rappers). She came with me to my calligraphy class, got kicked out of the classroom and had to stay in the library (I still feel bad about that), and then we went to have pizza for dinner. Over pizza, we had a long philosophical discussion about the twins and how fucked up everything is going to be, and how fucked up everything is. Not necessarily how fucked up it will be for us, mind you, but the conversation was depressing nonetheless, as it has made us realize that there is nothing we can do, no matter how hard we try. (About what isn't important.)
Went to see an Australian dance company tonight. It was more colorful than the 70s, longer than Titanic, and had more endings than Return of the King. But it was good. Very good. ^^ There were lots of pretty people running about dressed in very little. The costume designers seemed to have a slight obsession with thongs and chaps, seeing as every male wore one or the other, or both, for at least ten minutes. The choreography was a bit odd at times (but when isn't modern choreography?), but thankfully there was none of that "swooning" move (you know, where they trace their hands up their chest and fall to the floor?). There were, however, lots and lots of Gackt-esque hand-spaz motions. It was interesting.
