Freedom and Joss Whedon

South Wharf

I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! It hasn't really sunk in yet that I've left my job - I was there for six years afterall. I'm sure it will seem more real on Monday morning...

I have a meet and greet for a temp role at a large law firm on Tuesday afternoon. I bought myself a new suit today in preparation. Wish me luck!

I went out on Friday night to celebrate my freedom with friends. We had drinks then dinner and coffee on Hardware Lane in the city. It was fun.

I can't believe I forgot to mention earlier that I'm going to see Joss Whedon, the creator/writer/director of Buffy and Angel and many other shows, deliver a keynote address during the Melbourne Writers' Festival! Yays!

Sundae Sunday

My driver's licence might tell you I'm 37, but on the inside I'm nine years old. Check out my new lip gloss...

It smells like chocolate pudding. Mmmmm.  I did manage not to buy one in every flavour (there was also vanilla, butterscotch and strawberry shortcake). I also resisted the hair gel with glitter in it, although I did think "Oooh! Cool!" when I saw it on the shelf...


Vampire coincidence

Yes, I'm still going on the Angel box set. Last night I discovered this neat little circle of vampirey connectedness:

* Angel is a vampire;
* The theme to the show is performed by a band called Darling Violetta;
* The name Darling Violetta comes from the greeting Bela Lugosi used in letters to his mistress Violetta; and 
* Bela Lugosi starred in the first authorised film adaptation of Bram Stoker's Dracula!

(PS Yay for Google and Wikipedia. I loves the interwebs!)

I wonder if this is why Darling Violetta was chosen from a number of contenders to perform the theme or if it was just a coincidence? I prefer to think it's the latter.

The theme for the show is infact a nice piece of music. I've always loved the cello in it. It gives me goosebumps. I've been listening to it all morning on repeat. You'd think after having heard it so much in the past few weeks I'd be tired of it, but no. Here 'tis: 

Moon watching, leaf watching

The past three nights as I have been lying on my couch watching (you guessed it) Angel, the moon has appeared in the corner of my loungeroom window, big and yellow and full, and slowly arced its way across the night sky. I've been watching the man in the moon almost as much as my TV screen, and he's been looking back at me.

Last night the moon drifted in and out of light cloud. It was a little spooky, but awesome, and also quite a fitting backdrop (OK, sidedrop) to my DVD viewing since Angel is a creature of the night and the show has taken a darker, more dramatic turn in series two.

I like that I can lie on my couch and gaze at the moon. It's one of the many things I love about where I live.

Leafwatch

The leaf on my deiffenbachia is all but unfurled now. Yay. And what's more, another tiny shoot has appeared (just in front of the stem). Double yay. I definitely haven't killed it. Phew.  

Well, whaddya know?

Still no computer at home. Angel marathon ensues.

You may recall that Angel doesn't dance, but hel-lo! David Boreanaz does, and with his shirt off too. *wolf whistles*

Thank you, YouTube.

NaBloPoMo: over and out

Yay! NaBloPoMo is over and I get to cross something else off my list of 101 Things to Do Before I'm 40. OK, it's not quite as impressive as becoming an early riser or a vegetarian, or even lasting a whole week without dropping the F bomb (still working on them), but it's done.

Thank you for reading...or should I say persevering?

My laptop is in getting fixed which means I have more time for...watching Angel!  Hurrah! I started season two last night, which features Angel 'singing' Barry Manilow's Mandy at a demon-friendly karaoke bar so Lorne (the green dude with the horns) can read his aura. When Lorne asks him why he chose Mandy, Angel says because he thinks "it's kinda pretty". Not quite as amusing as the dorky dancing, but still chuckle-worthy.

Hair, green, more Angel

I got my hair cut and coloured today. Same colour (blue/black) and same style (super short). It always gives me a little boost having my hair done.

More rain today. I'm really happy to see that the grass on the banks of the river and the hill at Birrarung Marr has greened up again after our spring heatwave, even if it's only a matter of time before it dies off again.

I'm looking forward to another quite night in with Angel tonight. Still going on season one.

Angel of mirth

I have been watching this video of Angel all day and cackling like a loon. I can't get enough of it. I had my cranky pants pulled up to my armpits when I got to work this morning, but repeated viewings of this video put me in a good mood. I laughed away my ill humour. Told you Angel is awesome.  

The video shows Angel (in the black) and Wesley (in the cable knit jumper) dancing like dorks. Apologies for the Crazy Frog music - it's not in the actual episode, but I think it makes the scene even funnier because Angel is such a brooding, ernest vampire-with-a-heart who likes to spend time alone in a dark room and here he is busting out the circle-claps and other dorky dance moves. Bahahaha.

I watched the episode last night and nearly wet my pants. See, this is the benefit of having a bad memory - I'd forgotten all about it! I'd also forgotten about the episode where Angel sings Mandy in a karaoke bar until I found it on YouTube. I have that to look forward to.

I hope I'm not boring you with my Angel waffling. It's probably very tedious for you, but I am enjoying it SO much.

Just for something different. Here's a picture of the sunset last night, seen from my loungeroom window.

Rain, rain and more rain. And more phwoar

Well, did it rain! It was raining when I got into bed, raining as I drifted off to sleep, raining when I got up during the night to pee and raining when I woke up this morning. It rained until lunch time and then a little more in the afternoon. It was bliss.

We've had more than 40 mm of rain this weekend. It hasn't rained like this in ages. Everything feels clean and refreshed and cool. Aaaah.

It was good weather to continue my Angel marathon. I'm onto the third disc now. Only 27 to go after that. One of the (hot) main characters has died, but a new (hot) main character has joined. It's wall-to-wall hotness. This is the new hot guy - Wesley.

C'mere and let me tend your wounds, Wesley

Oh, and it's funny. It's the writing that I love the most. Really. I wouldn't pay that much money just to look at hot guys. I can do that on the net for free.

I did leave the house in the afternoon to buy food. When I was walking home through the park, I head a low roar over the top of my iPod. I took my ear phones out and looked up to see a low flying plane (a big one) emerge from a gap in the clouds and then disappear again after a few seconds. It's not common to see planes that large flying so low around here.

Soggy, sewing and phwoarness

City in the rain

I got caught in the rain walking home today. My leather thongs got all slippery and squishy and hard to walk in and the bottom of my jeans got soggy and dragged along the ground, but it was ace all the same. So refreshing.  

I'd been over to The Thread Den with my friend Anna practising sewing in zips, and it was really humid and sticky when we emerged, drained but (sort of) triumphant. The rain really cooled things off.

And it's still going now - it's been coming down steadily for hours. I hope it's still going when I go to bed.

I think I might watch one more episode of Angel before I call it a night. I watched the first episode last night and the opening music gave me goosebumps. I'm loving it...especially loving seeing David Boreanaz (who plays the role of Angel, the demon-slaying vampire-with-a-soul) in a black singlet....and with his shirt ripped open....and in a towel...Phwoar. *fans self*

See what I mean?

Looks like someone else got caught in the rain. Here, let me dry you off....

Speaking of sewing, Anna and I struggled with putting in zips, but I think we'd got the hang of it by the end of our sewing session. They weren't pretty, but they were functional. Learning new things is hard...but at least it might help to stave off dementia.

Angel and Gin

I nearly choked on my lamb chop tonight as I was browsing through the day's junkmail over dinner - in a good way. I've been looking for a DVD box set of the full series of Angel for quite some time, to no avail. And there it was tonight, sitting in the BIG W catalogue! Big W, of all places! Yays!

I. Must. Own. It.  It can be an early Christmas present to myself....er...as well as the pair of rather expensive shoes I bought last weekend. Hey, if I don't spoil me, who will?

I love Gin

Remember the mix 'tape' I got from my NZ Twitter pal? Well, one of the songs on there is by a young NZ woman called Gin Wigmore and she is fantastic. How did I not discover her before now? Thank you Twitter pal!

I bought her debut CD Holy Smoke last night and it's great. I am playing it right now quite loudly because....MY FLATMATE IS AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYEEEEEEEEEEE! *jumps on up and down on bed* Ahem.

Here is a song called Oh My: