heystasa: (wonder girl)
One sorf of awful thing, and one spectacularly good one.


Awful:

Can now cross "have a car accident" off the to do list.

I'm fine, and car should be fixed within a couple of weeks, but it was the single most terrifying experience of my life and I never, ever want to go through something like that again.



Amazing:

Going to see the Cure at the Opera House next week.

Once that's done, and I've sat in the same room as Robert Smith, I can pretty much die happy.

In an almost constant state of omgomgomgomgomgomgomggmogmgomgomogmgomgomg.
heystasa: (OMFG DEAN)

1. I have one of those automatic airfreshener things in my loungeroom atm, you know the kind that sprays by itself at set intervals? (My normal response every single time it goes off is O_o)

Last night, I was watching tv and a chick sprayed perfume. The thing went off at the exact same time. It was awesome.



2. OKAY YOU GUYS WILL LIKE THIS.

My capslock key played up. For about 3 minutes, my capslock key said it was off, but acted like it was on, and vice versa.

FOR THREE MINUTES CAPSLOCK WAS THE ACTUAL NATURAL STATE OF MY COMPUTER. AND THIS HAPPENED WHILE TALKING TO ONE OF THE CAPSIEST PPL I KNOW.

AM BEGINNING TO THINK AM THE CENTRE OF SOME SORT OF BIZARRE QUANTUM FLUX... THINGY.

    
heystasa: (wonder girl)
So anyway, I pretty much hate my job.  Not like in a My life is miserable I weep over the steering wheel every morning, kind of way, but more a sort of, Oh my god I hate filling the fucking coke fridge. What the fucking hell, have you people never heard of TAPS, jesus. And what the what, BP, how are we still using fecking DOS, are you even aware of the 21st century? kind of way. It's not awful and not all that strenuous, and the pay is good, but it's crappy and unstimulating, and the slushie machines are noisy as hell.

HOWEVER. There is one thing I kinda love about it.

One of my jobs, the actual formal name for it is "Facing and Filling" the shelves and fridges. It's basically putting out stock (filling), and making sure it's all at the front of the shelf/fridge with the label facing forward (facing).

So, um, it might happen that, uh, while walking back to the counter after turning all the cokes around, I might, occasionally, maybe, sort of, um, do this: 



HOH YES. I AM A MUTHAFLIPPING FACER YOU GUISE :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD


Also, election happened. FIFTEEN HOUR FREAKING DAY, my god, but I actually enjoyed it. Even if my throat was killing me after asking 400 people's names, addresses, if they've voted so far in this election, no, in THIS election. With THESE candidates. Today or in the last few weeks. LOL. The answer I want to hear is no. Awesome. Here're your ballots, this is what you do with them. 

The moral is: people. For seriously. Be kind to your polling officials. That certified list is bloody huge.

But you know the really amazing thing is how many people in the world are named Francis.


I HATE KANGAROOS AND ALSO EVERY OTHER DRIVER ON THE ROADS. FUCKING HOPPY BASTARDS HAVE NO SENSE OF TIMING AND I ALWAYS GET STUCK BEHIND CARAVANS, TRUCKS, UTES LOADED UP WITH DIRT AND RUBBISH, OR OLD PEOPLE WHO ARE IDEALOGICALLY OPPOSED TO GOING A SANE SPEED. I had a really unfortunate drive in this morning and have been ranting about this all day.


My beloved car has reached the stage where bits are literally falling off  when I touch them, and my speedo is completely beyond saving. But on the other hand I HAVE A NEW COMPUTER~~~  \o/   Or, will do, on Monday. I beautiful new desktop with a massive 21 INCH SCREEN I CAN'T EVEN that's powerful enough to handle my ridiculously expensive video and image editing software. I am so in love with it, seriously. Expect many comments on old posts when I finally get it, because I doubt I'll ever want to leave it and will finally be able to catch up on all the internet I've missed lately for whatever reason.


Speaking of, HELLO BBS HOW ARE YOU I'VE MISSED YOOOUUUUUU SFM, MY GOD. I'm still sort of everywhere, but can't wait to get this new computer going and actually, you know, participate on this LJ thing with all you wonderful people again. <3


Oh hang on, one last thing: Have I mentioned that I'm going to Brisbane to chill with mah peeps? BECAUSE YEAH, I'M GOING TO FREAKING BRISBANE(!!!!) TO CHILL WITH MY BEAUTIFUL, BADARSE FREAKING PEEPS(!!!!), JSYK (\O/)


heystasa: (Ryu)

Today, after a big day of uni, I went into the city to buy some Hitchcock DVDs from JB Hi-Fi. One of them was Rope, my favourite film from last semester, and a just all around amazing movie. Not so well known as some of his others, but so, so good.

So, just now, while going through my uni bag, I see the DVDs in there, and decide to take a closer look at the cases. I pull out Rope first. I smile. I look closely. I notice the weird font. I notice the picture of Jimmy Stewart. I have a bit of a giggle at how incredibly subtext-y the picture of David dying is. I notice the sticker in the top left hand corner with a picture of Alan Jones and informing me that he recommends this movie.

I explode into laughter.

Alan Jones. Has a recommends series.

And it wasn't just stuck to the plastic, either, it's on the case itself. I mea-- I don't even, like, why? What does Alan Jones have to do with anything? And, I mean, I never even hear anything about him except when he's said something crazy or incredibly offensive. It's a lovely picture of the man, but I honestly don't care about Alan Jones's taste in movies. This is the strangest marketing strategy.

Also, come to think of it, isn't Alan Jones massively homophobic? To the point where many people think he's rather in denial? Yet he's recommending a film that contains extremely obvious and unignorable homoerotic subtext that Hitch thought was so integral to the piece that he worked it in despite the restrictions of the hyper-conservative Hayes Code.

I'm sort of tossing up whether or not to remove the sticker. On the one hand, I want my Hitchcock all nice and sleak and unsullied, but on the other, the thing is hilarious.


I actually went to JB because I wanted both Rope and Vertigo, and I wasn't sure I'd get them both anywhere closer. I wanted Rope because I love it, and Vertigo because I'm so in love with Hitchcock in general right now, and I'm presenting and writing on it for Modes of Viewing this semester and want to watch it this weekend. Both star James Stewart, who is qucikly becoming a favourite actor of mine. But I'll talk about that another time. Possibly at length.

So, I went shopping for my two highly thought of, brilliant pieces of classical cinema, directed by one of the most famous, influential, brilliant directors in cinematic history. So sophisticated are my tastes! So impressed anyone seeing me with them must have been! However, Vertigo being on a 'buy 2 get 1 free!' shelf, I also left with Spiderman 3 and The Fast and the Furious.

I think that's much more impressive really.


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