Merrymaking!

So, I went to see An Cafe last wednesday. It was good I tell you. GOOD. It was so nice to see them live, and they graciously played Smile Ichiban Ii Onna as their final song, so I was very happy. Despite not knowing any of their new songs, it was a good gig. I haven't been able to find a torrent of their new album anywhere. I know, I'm shameless. But I'm a poor student and it's expensive to start odering CD's from Japan!
Anyway. There was a rather notable majority of 10-15 yearolds in the audience. I think me and my company were the only actual adults there, if not counting the parents who had brought their little snot nosed angles to get squealgasms over pretty J-rock boys. (By the way, Vesa and Sini, thank you alot for driving me, you guys! Not that you read this blog anyway. No one does.)
One definate thing I'll carry from the night, is my conviction that Kanon noticed me in the audience. (Not so far fetched if you consider that I was surrounded by 10 yearold girls who were quite a bit shorter than me. And I was rather close to the stage) He winked at me. I swear! [/derangedfangirlmode]
I've started watching Farscape again. Good Goddess I love that series, I can't believe I forgot that. I have to get the DVD-set one day.
By the way, did I mention I've finished the sketch for the drawing I'm going to do on a white T? [instert outrageous assumption that the non existent audience knows what I'm talking about]
Well, it's lush, that's what it is. As soon as I can get my hands on a scanner, I'll post it. And then I'll be back with the finished shirtlicious version.
My writer's block also seems to be yielding in front of me. Finally! I'd actually love to start posting chapters of the story I'm writing, but I'm too paranoid to do that. I'd spend my days in a neurotic state wondering who at the current moment is stealing my ideas. Not that anything would change in my mental condition, though. Just the reason for neurosis would change.
I really need to kick myself back into gear, so to say. There are a ton of things I need to take care of, and which I have been avoiding.
I actually wouldn't put up much of a struggle if society suddenly reverted into an 19th century format, of men doing the money earning, and women staying at home all leisurely like. Because obviously in this scenario, I would have a rich husband and spend my days drinking tea and saying "I do declare!" a lot.

Twitter brought me here.

Okay, so I realised a long while back, that a food blog would simply not work for me. I'm too lazy to actually take pictures and note down what I'm doing and when, and how much I'm using what and at which point of the cooking process. So instead, I'm going to provide you all with just another blog, where someone rambles on and on, about things nobody really cares about. Yay! I might still post recipes when I actually get around to it. Anyway, the real reason why I decided to post now, after like, what, a year? Was that I recently joined twitter, and quickly noticed that, once again, my obsession with writing long pieces of text, would just not, and indeed is not, even possible there. At the current moment, I am watching Braveheart, for the very first time in my life, and I am entirely incapable of just saying that. Even when just noting "I'm watching Braveheart, btw." No, I can't be quiet, even while I'm watching the bloody film. If I watch a film on my laptop, I have this need, nay, this URGE, to comment/complain about things in it, to everyone and anyone who'll listen. Mel Gibson? With a fake Scottish accent? All hairy and in a kilt? I bet this is what being on acid feels like. Seriously. And why are all the women of the wealthier persuasion wearing crushed velvet? THAT DID NOT EXIST IN THE 13TH CENTURY! -sigh-
When I finally get around to it, I'll change the header picture and the background. At the moment though, back to Mel Gibson and his receding hairline. Over and out! o/