warning: unexpected word vomit
Mar. 23rd, 2011 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osarabaI couldn't tell you why but this whole week has been a blur. I know it's Wednesday but I it feels like Friday. While walking from the train to the office this morning I was stunned to realize it was actually only Wednesday when I saw the farmer's market on the corner, which is only there on Wednesdays. Yesterday felt like Friday too. I dunno guys, I'm clearly walking around/sitting at my desk in a trance-like state.
Last night I made another batch of my vegetarian chili, which is always fun times since it means several hours standing watch as the chili simmers on the stove, kitchen smelling like cinnamon, eating chili off the mixing spoon every couple of minutes, talking to my roomie(s) and/or reading fic. But it was like an interlude that quickly ended, and now I'm back to this haze I've been in.
The end of last week was awesome, seeing Dub Trio, Tinie Tempah and Skream & Benga, one after the other, three days in a row. DT was mostly drinking and swaying, the crowd was kinda boring but I wasn't surprised. TT was okay but only on for 1/2 hour and the DJ stopped the music too many times to let the audience sing the words back. Maybe 1/4 of the crowd was British but the rest of us were like, "DUDE. We don't know all the words, we're here to hear YOU sing them." I mean, it's normally fine, but it was a 1/2-hour set, come on. Plus, it was 2-fucking-AM and I'd been there since 10pm, and drinking since 6pm and I just wanted to fucking dance.
After TT left Hellfire Machina (a local dubstep/DJ group) went on, and I liked their mixes, though I didn't stay very long to hear them as some guy was being a bit too gropey and it made me want to leave. It's not like I'm unaware that Webster Hall isn't a fucking meat market on the weekends but I want to dance to dubstep for cheap. The Top 40 room is probably way worse. Ugh, whatever.
The dubstep event at Terminal 5 on Saturday was kind of fucking awesome and kind of lame. It was PACKED. The DJ before Skream & Benga was pretty good, and Skream & Benga were GREAT, but I found it hard to enjoy the crowd. It was too packed for proper dancing, but there was no moshing and I just wanted to push people so bad.
Actually, I really wanted to punch an inordinate number of people that night. I started yelling at some guy not to be one of those douchebags who has to *cue manly voice* "protect my girlfriend" by holding onto the barrier in front and basically shoving everyone else out of the way so he can stay plastered to her back. Turns out the guy wasn't even this girl's boyfriend! He'd just fucking followed her around/through the crowd! And when I started yelling at him, the story came out and some people hauled him away from the girl. JFC PEOPLE WTF.
I somehow have the knack for moving up in a crowd, always, even if I'm not really trying to, so by the time Skream & Benga's set was over (oh, and btw was super ecstatic when they played a teeny bit of Unorthodox by Wretch 32 and a P Money song that I wasn't familiar with but was probably Skream's remix of Left the Room!), I was in the second row (which is when the incident above happened). And then shortly after Simian Mobile Disco started, I ended up in the first row. At some point this tiny Asian girl behind me tapped on my shoulder and asked if she could "stand there". As in. Where I was currently standing. WTF? For a second I couldn't believe I heard right... and my only response was... "But I'm standing here." To which she was like, "Oh. Okay." SRSLY, WTF? Should I have been, "OH, YOU'RE SO TINY, PRETTY YOUNG GIRL, LET ME GIVE YOU MY SPOT BECAUSE YOU ASKED SO SWEETLY!" JFC. Wait your turn or fight for it just like everyone else here. I still can't figure out why she thought asking me was going to get her a spot.
Ironically, about 20 minutes later I couldn't stand the music anymore, it was so fucking boring, so I left.
Um. Yeah. I just started typing and this all came out.
In thoughts completely unrelated and somewhat happier-- did everyone get to see the Sergeant Slaughter, My Big Brother short film with Tom Hardy waggling his dick around? And yes, I mean that literally. He waggled it. Like eyebrows. CUTEST. THING. EVER. The video is no longer available on YouTube, of course, and at the time I thought I should save the video to my hd but I didn't do it because I had to run and now it's too late. If you have a copy, please send it my way-- there are people I need to show it to!
OLD NEWS: JGL has been confirmed as Alberto Falcone for TDKR and I will HAPPILY DEVOUR ALL THE BANE/FALCONE FANFIC (and variations thereof) EVER. Basically, GIVE ME ALL THE SERIAL KILLER FIC. ALL OF IT. I'm excited for the possibilities, but I'm also content to wait til 2012 for the explosion. As I'm barely keeping afloat as it is, juggling a million and one Inception WIPs and trying to explore Merlin fic. GDI Merlin fandom, stop being so awesome.
ETA: GIF OF WAGGLING COCK. HEE. Clearly, this is NSFW.
ETA2: Good recs and best description of dubstep (at bottom): http://www.side-line.com/forum/threads.php?id=37198_0_20_0_C
Last night I made another batch of my vegetarian chili, which is always fun times since it means several hours standing watch as the chili simmers on the stove, kitchen smelling like cinnamon, eating chili off the mixing spoon every couple of minutes, talking to my roomie(s) and/or reading fic. But it was like an interlude that quickly ended, and now I'm back to this haze I've been in.
The end of last week was awesome, seeing Dub Trio, Tinie Tempah and Skream & Benga, one after the other, three days in a row. DT was mostly drinking and swaying, the crowd was kinda boring but I wasn't surprised. TT was okay but only on for 1/2 hour and the DJ stopped the music too many times to let the audience sing the words back. Maybe 1/4 of the crowd was British but the rest of us were like, "DUDE. We don't know all the words, we're here to hear YOU sing them." I mean, it's normally fine, but it was a 1/2-hour set, come on. Plus, it was 2-fucking-AM and I'd been there since 10pm, and drinking since 6pm and I just wanted to fucking dance.
After TT left Hellfire Machina (a local dubstep/DJ group) went on, and I liked their mixes, though I didn't stay very long to hear them as some guy was being a bit too gropey and it made me want to leave. It's not like I'm unaware that Webster Hall isn't a fucking meat market on the weekends but I want to dance to dubstep for cheap. The Top 40 room is probably way worse. Ugh, whatever.
The dubstep event at Terminal 5 on Saturday was kind of fucking awesome and kind of lame. It was PACKED. The DJ before Skream & Benga was pretty good, and Skream & Benga were GREAT, but I found it hard to enjoy the crowd. It was too packed for proper dancing, but there was no moshing and I just wanted to push people so bad.
Actually, I really wanted to punch an inordinate number of people that night. I started yelling at some guy not to be one of those douchebags who has to *cue manly voice* "protect my girlfriend" by holding onto the barrier in front and basically shoving everyone else out of the way so he can stay plastered to her back. Turns out the guy wasn't even this girl's boyfriend! He'd just fucking followed her around/through the crowd! And when I started yelling at him, the story came out and some people hauled him away from the girl. JFC PEOPLE WTF.
I somehow have the knack for moving up in a crowd, always, even if I'm not really trying to, so by the time Skream & Benga's set was over (oh, and btw was super ecstatic when they played a teeny bit of Unorthodox by Wretch 32 and a P Money song that I wasn't familiar with but was probably Skream's remix of Left the Room!), I was in the second row (which is when the incident above happened). And then shortly after Simian Mobile Disco started, I ended up in the first row. At some point this tiny Asian girl behind me tapped on my shoulder and asked if she could "stand there". As in. Where I was currently standing. WTF? For a second I couldn't believe I heard right... and my only response was... "But I'm standing here." To which she was like, "Oh. Okay." SRSLY, WTF? Should I have been, "OH, YOU'RE SO TINY, PRETTY YOUNG GIRL, LET ME GIVE YOU MY SPOT BECAUSE YOU ASKED SO SWEETLY!" JFC. Wait your turn or fight for it just like everyone else here. I still can't figure out why she thought asking me was going to get her a spot.
Ironically, about 20 minutes later I couldn't stand the music anymore, it was so fucking boring, so I left.
Um. Yeah. I just started typing and this all came out.
In thoughts completely unrelated and somewhat happier-- did everyone get to see the Sergeant Slaughter, My Big Brother short film with Tom Hardy waggling his dick around? And yes, I mean that literally. He waggled it. Like eyebrows. CUTEST. THING. EVER. The video is no longer available on YouTube, of course, and at the time I thought I should save the video to my hd but I didn't do it because I had to run and now it's too late. If you have a copy, please send it my way-- there are people I need to show it to!
OLD NEWS: JGL has been confirmed as Alberto Falcone for TDKR and I will HAPPILY DEVOUR ALL THE BANE/FALCONE FANFIC (and variations thereof) EVER. Basically, GIVE ME ALL THE SERIAL KILLER FIC. ALL OF IT. I'm excited for the possibilities, but I'm also content to wait til 2012 for the explosion. As I'm barely keeping afloat as it is, juggling a million and one Inception WIPs and trying to explore Merlin fic. GDI Merlin fandom, stop being so awesome.
ETA: GIF OF WAGGLING COCK. HEE. Clearly, this is NSFW.
ETA2: Good recs and best description of dubstep (at bottom): http://www.side-line.com/forum/threads.php?id=37198_0_20_0_C
