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Good to get away from the bit for a bit.

the boys have settled down for the night already , they have clean soft blankies and the heater is on 🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

so...haven't been around for a while, so I thought I'd launch myself back in with a random question:

Would it be really fucking weird to get in touch with a teacher who went above and beyond to help me through some really, really tough shit 30 years ago to just say "hey, I've always remembered you, and I have turned out OK and am pretty successful, thanks"?

edit: thanks everyone

It's frustrating when you know exactly how your voice should sound, and you can't quite get it right. Especially when you know you've done it before.

It's been so long since I've taken singing somewhat seriously. It's a lot of fun!

Just have to be patient I guess.

Tuesday night scotch..

It's school night but day was botched

I will only have one

Because I must be up with the sun..

But oh I need a Tuesday night scotch

(Far from the best of the DT poets but my little contribution to open mic night for Spud) Edit because formatting

A few weeks ago an old codge ran into the side of the man's car. Today we've fostered a 2024 Toyota Kluger so we took it to macca's.

Melbcat thanks you for her birthday wishes! She’s just having a chill one today, enjoyed a slant of sunlight and then some snuggling.

I wish I’d been more proactive about getting on the Internet Archive or watching stuff in general before the options got cut down. Couldn’t find the classic slashers but that’s ok I guess, been a bit stressed lately so probably don’t want to watch anything too full on.

I watched Suspiria (1977) which I’d heard about. It was… alright? Interesting in terms of shots and effects but I found it a bit hard to pay attention and some of it was a little corny.

I expected to be into it because of the soundtrack but while it was good music well executed it was also a little overwhelming, it was meant to rev you up and give a sense of panic and dread like the musical equivalent of jangling nerves and a pounding heart - but it more gave me a headache with the sound effects and banging, like over application of a heavy perfume. It was all just a little too much sensory wise. The flickering lights also probably didn’t help.

One thing I did like was the shot of the scene which the girl ran through showing that it was a reflection, and the way her own shadow seemed to be chasing her. It was really nicely done to imply a topsy turvy reality and a sense of paranoia.

It definitely did have a dreamlike/nightmarish quality with the way the scenes ran together without much context for what was going on, and the mood lighting.

I can see why it’s a cult movie.

Only Murders In The Building has been very entertaining this season, best season since the original I reckon.

I've been craving broccoli for days since having a delicious yet extremely simple stir-fry of it at my aunties. Just broccoli, oil, garlif and mushroom seasoning at the end (all of which I now have).

She has a magic touch with cooking - and a much hotter burner - but I watched her make it from start to finish so I really think I could replicate something similar... broccolibroccolibroccoli I'm gonna eat a whole head of it tonight 😋

Trams are too busy... Oh well..

Made it down the bellarine to check on the chillos. Asked the p's over the w/e to water them as it'd been over a week.. said they didn't need to they're fine. Got down and sure enough they certainly did need a drink. Dry as a chip.

Glad they all made it. Currently tucked in under the led disco light. A lot are getting their 2nd true leaves :)

Should start speeding up soon. This part is slowww.

I legit did not even realise it was the first. Nor I even realise it was the GF on the weekend.

I have been under a rock.

Looks like my work team is going to have some big changes coming up. All good news - just people having good life changes and bigger and better things. But did they all need to confide in me today? Separately and quietly?! Walking around not saying anything but feeling sad but happy but also stressed about workload and next things.

I’m pretty sure cat ~~adopted~~ enslaved me

It’s Melbcat’s birthday today! (Well one of the dates I have on her paperwork.)

17 years old 🎉🎂🥳🎈

So tonight I'm going to an event that I have never been to before; a poetry reading at a local pub by a modern author. They have an open mic as well, but I am not even close to confident enough to consider that.

But I do consider this my first step towards the culture and being a part of a community, after dabbling so long with prose and only reading poetry books since I was a small child. I think my first book, that I can remember, is one I still have: a book of Childrens Poetry (Lewis carrol, William Blake, etc) that contributed heavily to my love of the artform.

I have no idea why I feel so anxious and nervous, or why I want to back out. I guess avoidance and the fear I'll make a fool of myself, despite not performing at all. Idk, I hope I can find a welcoming community within that space, but even if I don't, I'll still write. I don't think I could stop writing, even if I wanted to.