Silly things

I thought Leif was joking about this, but here goes:

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?"

The other one I've been dying to do; go to the google site and search for "Jude needs":

• Jude needs consoling
• Jude needs someone to dedicate some time to her and figure outher depth of training
• Jude needs to modernize the facilities and provide expansion for new technologies
• Jude needs to maintain its commitment to finding a cure forchildhood cancers and other catastrophic diseases
• Jude Needs Your Help
• Jude needs you to be active and involved
• Jude needs counseling
• Jude needs to clear some debrisout of his way to continue (bloody unisex name)
• Jude needs more time withan incredibly busy God
• Jude needs to find a woman his own age
• Jude needs critical daily medication
• Jude needs to get research done (hey, I've still got a month before honours starts)
• Jude's needs your donations!!!

et cetera

Shocking me right out of my brain

I was walking down a very familiar road the other day towards the location of the milk bar that my sister and I always used to visit. I could do this trip with my eyes closed. I had a friend who used to live on that street, as well as others who you could visit from that direction.

As I walked down the street I notcied two new houses. Not one, but two. A house had been knocked down, the land divided and two new houses built.

What is happening to the area I grew up in? What I can't believe is that this happened in this place so close to me, and used to be so dear to me, and I can't even remember them knocking the old house down.

I'm scared of the day that my Mum sells this place and whoever with a lot of money destroys it to build his own dream home. My poor little house. My childhood. My sister's.

Them's the breaks I spose.

Onto happier thoughts. I'm going to Tasmania with my boy at the end of February. We're going to the Cadbury Factory, Hot Springs, Tahune Airwalk, Trout fishing as well as other things. If any one wants to recommend places to go while down there, feel free.

But I'm rather excited about it.

The representative from Melbourne has the floor.

How do you make several thousand Green Day fans sing and dance to YMCA?

Get a pink bunny to ask them to.

After all the stress I went through in order to ensure that everyone who wanted one got a ticket, and getting the money back and standing around for ages waiting for a multicoloured wristband, I finally got to see Green Day.

Now, I wasn't the biggest fan in the world when I decided to but the tickets, I'm honestly not sure what inspired me to spend that much money. Most expensive concert I've ever attended.

But it was worth every penny. They put on such a show, even if the Jimmy Eat World performance was, sadly, lacking songs from the album "Futures" (I've been dying to see them tour it).

But Green Day were just spectacular. Special guests (such as Chris from the Living End), fireworks, specially manufactured Green Day/America Idiot confetti falling from the sky (at which point every Green Day fan in Melbourne instantly turned into a kitten), explosions (over the words "bang bang goes the broken glass" in Holiday) et cetera, et cetera.

There was also a fair amount of non-Green Day songs being performed such as "Always look on the bright side of life", "Shout", and "We are the champions." There was also a Green Day song that was performed by random members of the audience.

Then there was the fun of getting home. That wound up being interesting. There was not a single helpful sign in the Telstra Dome parking lot leading to huge numbers of cars rolling around in a confused stupor while sturggling in the queues of cars wanting to leave while attemping not to hit a large number of pedestrians wandering aimlessly around the parking lot, presumably, trying to locate their own car in all the mess. Then there was just constructino every where, meaning traffic on the real roads was just as bad, arguments over whether or not we should be playing J-pop and desprate screams for a 7-11 as we were all exhausted and dehydrated.

But hey, anything's fun when you've got your friends about.

The guy who does deserve the pity award however, is some guy who was in a heavy mosh, quite close to the stage. People were told they were allowed to queue at the gates at 9, but doors opened at 4.30. We joined to queue at 4.30 and still waited an hour before getting inside. At this point there was already a large mosh (who weren't doing much due to the lack of music) even though Green Day didn't wander onto the stage until about 9.

One minute into the first song that they played (American Idiot, for the record), some guy fainted. After all those hours, the discomfort and the money, he saw Green Day play for the whole of one minute.