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I never really knew where I stood on the whole issue of Valentines. Is it just a way for greetings card companies to make more money? Is there really any substance to the romance of it all? I am sick of listening to chicks complain about how commercial it has all become when they are really just bitterly knowing that no gifts are coming their way. And dudes are just as bad because they don't want to make any grand gestures incase they set a standard they know they won't maintain next year. I don't like to make generalisations like that, because I certainly did see some very stressed florists running around yesterday, so plenty of folks did in fact get something nice. I still haven't made up my mind on whether to feel the romance just because of a day in the calender. However, on a regular basis there is a young girl who catches my afternoon bus. Her beau is always sitting on a park bench waiting for her and without fail everytime she exits the bus, they see each other they both smile, embrace, kiss and walk off hand in hand. I think that's worth much more than any roses or chocolates in a heart shaped box.
http://tinyurl.com/smc6gA friend of mine (who shall remain nameless until she starts blogging here and gives herself a silly name) sent me the connection to this site. It's a piece from the boys at CNNNN about the wisdom of Americans. It's hilarious, take a look. In all fairness though, I don't know which countries are part of the 'axis of evil'.
I have been at band practice this evening. Things are coming along quite nicely. The photo above is a bit grainy, but you can still make out the mullets and bad 80's style. You will notice I am not in the photo, because I am behind the camera that took the shot! My favourites on our play list are Girls on Film and Kids in America, both classics! The sound of the continuous camera shutter at the beginning of 'Girls' still takes me back. But the point I'd like to raise is the eye opener of having the printed lyrics to all the songs we are performing and finding out the stupid stuff that I have been singing for all these years is totally wrong. Which brings me to telling you that up until only a few years ago, when I would soulfully be singing along with my eye's closed and fists clenched to David Bowie's Ashes to Ashes (not a song that we do by the way) I would be saying " ashes to ashes, bunk to bunket, we know Major Tom's a junket". The real words are 'funk to funky, we know Major Tom's a junky'. I know you guys must have some similiar stuff to share.....
Ok, so I think I am getting the hang of this bad boy! As promised Nancy, I have started this post with a photo taken from my window. It may look like a paparazzi shot, but I swear I was only a few feet away, and while I am not expecting a christmas card this year from the lovely Ms Davis, I did get to say hello to her. All the folks on the set of the show said that she was stealing every scene. I guess we will have to wait (here in Oz) for the show to be screened in December to see for ourselves. I was politely asked by the crew to get out of my gawking position so that they could film through the window these shots were taken from. I obliged so that my little apartment by the river could finally have her own shot at stardom. Alas, I was not asked to take a leading role myself. Nevermind. My day will come. Oh Yes. My day will come.
No I am not making some deep statement about life. I am still trying to work out how this works. Hang in there girls, any day now I'll know what the skinny is. I really just want to know if I am the only one that can see that photo of a flower? Because if you can, it may just mean that I learnt something new today about blogging.
