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tammaiyaY hallo thar, LJ. Once more, despite best intentions, it has been a while since I last updated.
... Wow, way to make this sound like Confession. ANYWAY.
Since then, I have been to the hairdresser, watched Ponyo, gone to Sydney to see Wicked and The Mikado, went through a debacle with my car battery dying, and come back.
First, the hair! Usually I don't bother with fashion picspams. Mostly because I am usually a very boring person, fashion-wise, and when I'm not, I'm still a lazy one. (Also not terribly photogenic.) However, the fact that my hair is now purple automatically makes anything I wear more interesting, so there's a handful of photos beneath the cut. (It's very hard to convey the actual bright fuschia-ish-ness of the colour, it tends to come out more deep red in photos, but whatever.)
From the day I got it done, hence the straightness.
Decided to do something mildly interesting with it when I went out to see Ponyo with Jen. My expression in this photo is really ridiculous...
Both from tonight. Stood under a bright light so the purple would be more obvious. The photo quality is bad, but it's the most accurate in terms of colour. Everyone at work kept commenting on the fact that my hair matched my top. I did consider maybe I should refrain from wearing purple for the next few weeks... except I have a lot of purple, and I've been wearing black for the past week... whatever, I got a general positive vibe from having colour-coordinated hair, it just kind of drew a lot more attention than I thought it would. (Not the hair colour itself, I thought that would warrant comments since I've always been blonde since I started working there in 2002, but my top. O.o)
Anyhow, moving on from that:
* Ponyo was perhaps not the greatest Ghibli masterpiece ever, but it was cute and endearing and a really sweet take on the Little Mermaid.
* Nosebleed seats for Wicked, so it probably would have been better if I could see more, but the production was really well done. I was surprised by the ending, having read the book. Rohan thought it was a cop-out... which it kind of was, but these days I am kind of all about the cop-out happy ending. It's terrible; a part of me still cares about artistic integrity and whatever, but most of me has reached a point of "fuck sad endings! I want my cliche happily ever after! >:(" which has been especially noticable since Mirage. I mean, I'll make a certain exception for things which make no secret going in of the fact that this will all end in tears, but then I'll probably think twice before I start watching it. I'm even less likely to go for the unhappy ending if it's fanfic. Particularly anything long. Angst in the middle, sure, but only if there's some kind of payoff! I don't WANT to be depressed. Also, I always shipped Elphaba/Glinda, but I would consider adding Fiyero into the mix after the musical. I don't remember being that interesting in him in the book, but he and Elphaba were kind of cute in the stage version and I could be persuaded by Fiyero/Glinda.
* The Mikado was FANTASTIC. Anthony Warlow was so, so funny as Ko-Ko. Of course it's the best role in the show, but he played it beautifully, and The List (a song about people who deserve to be executed, which always gets updated to fit with modern times) was absolutely hilarious and included Kevin 07, Steven Fielding, Godwin Grech, the surtitlist and yuppies in the inner west who drive 4WDs, amongst other things. (It was very Australian, you have to know about Aussie politics to get the first three.) We were three rows back on the side, which were the cheap seats and you couldn't see the surtitles without craning your neck but they were actually really good seats for something like Gilbert & Sullivan, where you could see all the exaggerated comic expressions and all the slapstick movements. It was overall a really impressive production, and I found it especially interesting how the costumes and stage were all a fusion of Japan and 19thC Britain to highlight just how un-Japanese the operetta really is. (Some of the costumes were HIDEOUS with their bows and lace and pink, but funny. XD And I really liked the fans which had "The Times" newspaper printed on them that the "gentlemen of Japan" had.)
* I was originally intending to spend the weekend at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_leareth's place. This plan was rather derailed when I discovered my car battery was flat. In fact, I had to delay my trip home by one day, because it turned out when I bought the car my parents and I had somehow forgotten to do anything about roadside assistance and NRMA made me wait 48 hours from joining before my membership activated. In the meantime, everyone kept asking me if I'd left the headlights on and nobody believed that they turn off automatically even if I do forget. Which they do, by the way. It turned out I'd left the interior light on when I was getting my stuff out of the car. So in the end I didn't get to stay over at Leareth's-- it was too late by the time I realised my car was dead on Friday, on Saturday night it was too hard to arrange a way to move my stuff when we were going to the Opera House (and also, by the end of the night I could barely walk from sore feet), and I had to be with my car to call the NRMA on Monday morning so Sunday was out too. In the end we just went shopping Saturday afternoon, went to the opera together with my brother in the evening as planned, and I caught public transport to chill out at her place on Sunday evening. Sunday public transport sucks, on that note. :|
* On a related whingy note, I was feeling kind of like my drive home was cursed in a really mundane way, because on top of the delay from the battery - which also meant I had to leave in a hurry without being quite ready because neither my brother or I thought it through when I rang the NRMA, nor did we expect them to arrive quite so quickly, and then the guy jump-started the car and was like, right, you can't turn it off for an hour, and I was like, ... crap, that means I have to leave for Canberra like, NOW and get petrol on the highway. :< But anyway, that aside, between the sore calves (walking in flat sandals because I couldn't wear my boots after the blisters), cramped hands (fsjklfjsdlfsd KH 358/2 Days, it's a good game but it's like an express to RSI central and my hands STILL hurt), my sunglasses breaking on the weekend and the weird weather (it was raining so hard at one point I could barely see the car in front), I was SERIOUSLY beginning to wonder if someone was trying to tell me something.
... hm. this is getting long. There's other stuff I could talk about but the post is already rather tl;dr and also has taken me far too much time to write, so I think I'll leave it at that. Anyway!
... Wow, way to make this sound like Confession. ANYWAY.
Since then, I have been to the hairdresser, watched Ponyo, gone to Sydney to see Wicked and The Mikado, went through a debacle with my car battery dying, and come back.
First, the hair! Usually I don't bother with fashion picspams. Mostly because I am usually a very boring person, fashion-wise, and when I'm not, I'm still a lazy one. (Also not terribly photogenic.) However, the fact that my hair is now purple automatically makes anything I wear more interesting, so there's a handful of photos beneath the cut. (It's very hard to convey the actual bright fuschia-ish-ness of the colour, it tends to come out more deep red in photos, but whatever.)
From the day I got it done, hence the straightness.
Decided to do something mildly interesting with it when I went out to see Ponyo with Jen. My expression in this photo is really ridiculous...
Both from tonight. Stood under a bright light so the purple would be more obvious. The photo quality is bad, but it's the most accurate in terms of colour. Everyone at work kept commenting on the fact that my hair matched my top. I did consider maybe I should refrain from wearing purple for the next few weeks... except I have a lot of purple, and I've been wearing black for the past week... whatever, I got a general positive vibe from having colour-coordinated hair, it just kind of drew a lot more attention than I thought it would. (Not the hair colour itself, I thought that would warrant comments since I've always been blonde since I started working there in 2002, but my top. O.o)
Anyhow, moving on from that:
* Ponyo was perhaps not the greatest Ghibli masterpiece ever, but it was cute and endearing and a really sweet take on the Little Mermaid.
* Nosebleed seats for Wicked, so it probably would have been better if I could see more, but the production was really well done. I was surprised by the ending, having read the book. Rohan thought it was a cop-out... which it kind of was, but these days I am kind of all about the cop-out happy ending. It's terrible; a part of me still cares about artistic integrity and whatever, but most of me has reached a point of "fuck sad endings! I want my cliche happily ever after! >:(" which has been especially noticable since Mirage. I mean, I'll make a certain exception for things which make no secret going in of the fact that this will all end in tears, but then I'll probably think twice before I start watching it. I'm even less likely to go for the unhappy ending if it's fanfic. Particularly anything long. Angst in the middle, sure, but only if there's some kind of payoff! I don't WANT to be depressed. Also, I always shipped Elphaba/Glinda, but I would consider adding Fiyero into the mix after the musical. I don't remember being that interesting in him in the book, but he and Elphaba were kind of cute in the stage version and I could be persuaded by Fiyero/Glinda.
* The Mikado was FANTASTIC. Anthony Warlow was so, so funny as Ko-Ko. Of course it's the best role in the show, but he played it beautifully, and The List (a song about people who deserve to be executed, which always gets updated to fit with modern times) was absolutely hilarious and included Kevin 07, Steven Fielding, Godwin Grech, the surtitlist and yuppies in the inner west who drive 4WDs, amongst other things. (It was very Australian, you have to know about Aussie politics to get the first three.) We were three rows back on the side, which were the cheap seats and you couldn't see the surtitles without craning your neck but they were actually really good seats for something like Gilbert & Sullivan, where you could see all the exaggerated comic expressions and all the slapstick movements. It was overall a really impressive production, and I found it especially interesting how the costumes and stage were all a fusion of Japan and 19thC Britain to highlight just how un-Japanese the operetta really is. (Some of the costumes were HIDEOUS with their bows and lace and pink, but funny. XD And I really liked the fans which had "The Times" newspaper printed on them that the "gentlemen of Japan" had.)
* I was originally intending to spend the weekend at
_leareth's place. This plan was rather derailed when I discovered my car battery was flat. In fact, I had to delay my trip home by one day, because it turned out when I bought the car my parents and I had somehow forgotten to do anything about roadside assistance and NRMA made me wait 48 hours from joining before my membership activated. In the meantime, everyone kept asking me if I'd left the headlights on and nobody believed that they turn off automatically even if I do forget. Which they do, by the way. It turned out I'd left the interior light on when I was getting my stuff out of the car. So in the end I didn't get to stay over at Leareth's-- it was too late by the time I realised my car was dead on Friday, on Saturday night it was too hard to arrange a way to move my stuff when we were going to the Opera House (and also, by the end of the night I could barely walk from sore feet), and I had to be with my car to call the NRMA on Monday morning so Sunday was out too. In the end we just went shopping Saturday afternoon, went to the opera together with my brother in the evening as planned, and I caught public transport to chill out at her place on Sunday evening. Sunday public transport sucks, on that note. :|* On a related whingy note, I was feeling kind of like my drive home was cursed in a really mundane way, because on top of the delay from the battery - which also meant I had to leave in a hurry without being quite ready because neither my brother or I thought it through when I rang the NRMA, nor did we expect them to arrive quite so quickly, and then the guy jump-started the car and was like, right, you can't turn it off for an hour, and I was like, ... crap, that means I have to leave for Canberra like, NOW and get petrol on the highway. :< But anyway, that aside, between the sore calves (walking in flat sandals because I couldn't wear my boots after the blisters), cramped hands (fsjklfjsdlfsd KH 358/2 Days, it's a good game but it's like an express to RSI central and my hands STILL hurt), my sunglasses breaking on the weekend and the weird weather (it was raining so hard at one point I could barely see the car in front), I was SERIOUSLY beginning to wonder if someone was trying to tell me something.
... hm. this is getting long. There's other stuff I could talk about but the post is already rather tl;dr and also has taken me far too much time to write, so I think I'll leave it at that. Anyway!
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Date: 2009-10-06 04:18 pm (UTC)And wow...; m ; Purple hair...that definitely does look really nice and pretty. Ahaha. lD My father would disown me if I did anything of that sort...so I guess that makes me boringer. eheh. <3
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Date: 2009-10-07 12:31 am (UTC)