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  <updated>2007-01-04T02:07:05Z</updated>
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    <title>the difficult second post</title>
    <published>2007-01-04T02:07:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-04T02:07:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>none!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">this is the point whereby i tend to abandon blogs and such things. it's all a bit tiresome, isn't it? oops, wrong audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let's see. have been enduring a ridiculously persistent headache for way too long now... seems no amount of ibuprofen, paracetamol or even various herbal remedies can make the slightest difference. oooh there is a cop car in andy_yayus' street. that seems unusual. didn't cure my headache though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, yes, i went to Falls for the first time in approximately 9 years. it was almost as much of BoganFest2006 as I had anticipated - except there were way way way way way more drunk kids. upon reflection, this all makes sense given that last time i was there i was one of those drunk kids and so the rest of the fest would have seemed all rather large, gross and old in comparison. urgh. especially that dirty old drunk who climbed into our tent at 4am - wrong tent, my ass. fourtunately no such unwanted tent action this year. instead, shared a kickass fancypants 'i go hiking' tent with my beloved. better than that, we were in the vip area. which, although the 1k walk to and from the festival site proper certainly did not make me feel very vippy, was glorious and quiet and moron free by comparison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really enjoyed the bands too... Falls demands a lot more of the festival attendee than Meredith, my music festa of choice. Because campsites are so far from the stages (vip or not, given the much larger crowd numbers and general lay out of the festival), you are pretty much stuck in the band watching area for the entire day. contrast to meredith whereby you are camped 3 minutes from the stage, so at the first sign of a band you can't be arsed checking out you can head on back to your campsite and talk shit in peace and quiet, reload on beverages and eat snacks, alternate clothes, or nap. None of that flexibility at Falls - pack your backpack in the am with food, warm clothes for later and anything else you will need or go without. aside from a heavy backpack (no impractical yet visually pleasing handbags at the Falls) this means you actually watch bands the whole time. i mean christ. where is the fun in that? well, as it turns out, it was very very fun. especially when you discovered that bands that you completely overlooked on the bill were in fact really really awesome. so not as social as 'um, guys... guess we should head over, tapes n tapes are gonna start soon', but infinitely more educational, music-wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also learnt something new about myself - i &lt;heart&gt; laminates. having a backstage pass on a lanyard was sooooooo rad. especially when the people at the ticket pick-up spot couldn't find an envelope with my name on it containing the loser 'vip' (and i use the term extermely loosely) wrist band which they had already handed to beloved. until they located that 'lammy' in the 'photographer' pile, i thought i was gonna cry and/or head home alone. anyway, i can see how much i could grow rather partial to being a rockstar myself.... or perhaps for the first time i was able to empathise just a teeny bit with Emmy's life goal of becoming a rock-star's trophywife. clearly getting access to the $5 plates of food and free coffee was the highpoint of this ego-on-a-lanyard experiment, but being able to sit in complete comfort on a little bench thing at the front of the stage during Modest Mouse's set is right up there, too. Oh yeh, and I also learnt that plectrum is the long word for pick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache update: 2 ibuprofen + 2 paracetamol + 1 chocolate truffle = moderate improvement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerk. time to go and think solemnly about my career sector for a while. or check my PMs on m+n. you know, something constructive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo</content>
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    <title>because 4 beagles are better than 1</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T07:56:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T07:56:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the boxing day news report on WIN</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i hung out with 4 beagles today. in the process i realised how beagle-like i am. especially in regards to eating.</content>
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