Monday, September 13, 2004

Nocturnal Championz

There is a horrible lack of SPOD at today's music outlets.
HMV: "Sorry mate, we don't have any Sod"
Utopia: "Spod? Um... (glances at other guy behind counter)... no man sorry"
HUM: "You again? Look, no SPOD until Monday ok?"
Well it's Monday! And they still don't have it at HUM. So what if I have been pretending to be different people when I ring the store so it looks like SPOD has more than one fan? Argh I want new SPOD so bad. But anyway...

Friday night! Such a ridiculous night needs at least to be put on some sort of blog. It started out with me, Charlie, Jian and some of Garth's friends going to the Hordern Pavillion to see MUSE. Through some sort of ridiculous fault in the moshpit, we were able to get to the very front of the stage even though there were millions... ok thousands of MUSE fans who had been waiting in the mosh for ages just to get close. The concert itself was ridiculously RAD, they played all their awesome pompous operatic songs, complete with a giant screen depiciting apocalypses and totalitarian governments, a keyboard that lit up at the front depending upon which keys were lit and ridiculously cool moonwalking. Sigh. The crowd was pretty insane, at one point I was horizontal but somehow still standing up, possibly because I was balanced on 7 bodies. The end of the show saw Matt Bellamy sit on the drumkit and stare at the drummer whilst he was doing a drum solo, slowly knocking off one drum piece at a time until he had nothing left except the snare and bass drum. Hooray!

Hello MUSE!

After the show I stayed and tried to get the roadies and security guards to give my a MUSE pick or drumstick. I tried to convince him that MUSE hate yellow picks and that he would be a bad roadie if he left it with the band. Failing that, I lowered my standards and asked for anything remotely touched by MUSE, including MUSE broken pens, MUSE garbage and MUSE lint. But to no avail. Huzzah for MUSE!

Well after that there was a mixup with the taxis that left me stranded on South Downling St without enough money to catch a taxi home. So I waited for ages for a bus and somehow ended up at the Clare hotel with Kyle, Scott, BRYDIE, Xavier, Sean and others, who had just seen the arts revue. Plenty of chick drink drinking and robot dancing ensued until about 2:30 in the morning.

Chick drink drinking drinking fun for all!

After the Clare closed we, for some reason, walked to the Bridge St part of Central and put people in taxis, which left just Kyle and I to get back to Glebe/Newtown on foot. So we set off only to run into Will at Railway Square waiting for a bus after seeing the Rocky Horror Picture Show. He told illuminated us on the vintage porn collecting that secretly goes on at Fisher library! Apparently Fisher has one of the greatest porn collections in the world. They should tell THAT to the private boys schools for open day.

Upon reaching Sydney uni we were suprised to find anti ACTION Rose propaganda chalking around. (Stuff like: Beware of Rose's thorns, Rose has thrush). After getting framed for the chalking by the security guards (we were just picking up the remaining used chalk pieces!) we took it upon ourselves to edit some of the Rose slags. So, with the help of soap + wet towles provided of course by Will (sheriff powers again!), we made the 'Rose has thrush' one say 'Classic prose is a rush'. Funny because it's true!

Classic Prose is a Rush: doesn't look so good when it's not 3am.

After that we hung around the deserted Manning area for a while playing some awesomely nerdy jokes... like "Oh it's 3 o'clock, better go to class..." hahahahaha hi-larious. Then I started to get ridiculously tired and made my way back up Carillon to home... only to be stopped by Charlie and the other MUSE people, who were wasted and wanted to see some crappy dancing. I was more than happy to deliver on demand. Then we partook in some driving around the third year college carpark blasting 'Fucken' Awesome' very loudly on Charlie's "phat" "phumpin" etc. system. Then there was some more classic synchronized 'Fucken' Awesome' dancing until we took the act on the road to Women's caprark after being shouted at by Nigel. By this point it was 5am and time for bed.

Huzzah! I'm still tired.

Oh and I thought of an awesome new feature for Microsoft Word: Auto Plagarise. Basically with the touch of a button it goes through and replaces as many words as possible with their synonyms, thus turning someone else's work into your very own!

Auto Plagarise!


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