Let’s wrap #1

When I’ve got nothing specific to write about I’ll do a little wrap up of life in general. OK?

So at the beginning of last week I was feeling very “Ride On” by AC/DC, i.e. lonley and lost and a little sad. Then the days went on and I had a light bulb moment. Burlesque, the light bulb said. That’s what I need in my life to cheer me up. Glitter and false eyelashes and nipple tassles. I enquired with people in the know and on Thursday night I was watching a presentation night for a burlesque class. It was wonderful, very life affirming and I’m hoping to start a class in the next couple of months. Stay tuned for further developments (I promise not to post photos without a Public Service Announcement/Warning first).

Friday night was ska night and another chance to see the wonderful Melbourne Ska Orchestra. The venue was the HiFi Bar at EQ and I must say I don’t like it. Not a great venue and not one I hope to re-visit any time soon. MSO were great as always and I really enjoyed their support band Backy Skank. I can’t help but feel happy and alive listening to ska. It was a very odd crowd though; lots of hipsters in shorts and braces with ironic moustaches…not sure what was going on there.

Saturday night’s much anticipated Swans vs Collingwood game was disappointing as we haven’t found our mojo so far this season. I’m getting a t-shirt printed: “Buddy is a Duddy” (for those following along with the Buddy Franklin saga… well there might be one or two of you…). Two losses to start the year is not ideal but there’s a long way to go and I’m nothing if not an optimist. In other news my 2014 Swans man candy Gary Rohan looked mighty fine out on the field; last year’s broken leg hasn’t slowed him down at all.

Sunday was spent at the playground in the morning and doing a short but very enjoyable bushwalk with friends in the afternoon. As much as I hate nature it is nice to walk through trees and see little lizards scurrying about (the giant spider in the giant web was not so great… one of the many reasons to hate nature). The kids didn’t whinge as much as usual which I will take as a sign of enjoyment.


Then there’s nothing I like more than finishing the weekend with My Kitchen Rules and yet another round of nit treatment in Miss M’s hair. This is by far the worst nit year ever. They are superhuman now, the evil little shits.

(Hopefully no one has slipped into a coma reading that exciting installment of DKG’s poor excuse for a life. Will work on making it more interesting in the future… oh, who am I kidding, this is as good as it gets folks.)

New York state of mind

For those keeping up it’s been almost 10 months since McNulty walked out of our lives. It’s gone by pretty fast I must say. Probably because I’ve been busy getting on with it and also riding the rollercoaster otherwise known as my relationship with the Joker. That relationship can now also be filed under the “splitsville” category. I don’t have much to say about it because it hurts like a mofo right now. When it was good it was awesome and when it wasn’t it was death by a thousand paper cuts.

Today I’m thinking about New York. Mainly because I think I need an escape hatch and there’s not many places on earth I’d rather be than in NYC. It equals happy. I’m not booking my flights at this point because I promised myself I wouldn’t until the divorce was finalised (as a reward of sorts), because I know I can’t run away from my brain and my heart, because I had so wanted to go there with the Joker and because my relationship with my NYC-based sister is a little brittle right now.

There are other peripheral life things going on which mean I need to stay put, clear my brain and get through the next few months as calmly as possible. I’m not so good at calm or rational or sensible; it’ll be a bit of a challenge.

So I’m going to day dream about doughnuts and Momofuku duck and lobster rolls and walking along the Highline and day time happy hour $5 Bloody Marys. I’m going to convince myself that going alone will be even more awesomer than going with the Joker. I’m going to choose happy. And I’m going to stay in a New York state of mind until I’m back there very soon.

A Tale of Two Movies

…like a Tale of Two Cities but with a lot less Charles Dickens.

So after not going to the movies for many months (thanks for nothing Woody Allen, “Blue Jasmine” put me off the art form almost permanently) I ended up going twice in one weekend.

On Saturday I ventured out to see “I, Frankenstein” with a very old flame who, after almost thirty years, has popped up in my life as a much needed friend. There’s not a lot out at the moment and I didn’t want something heavy like “12 Years A Slave” (though I hear it is a great film) or a romantic comedy of any kind.

So a bit of action fantasy it was. It’ll come as no surprise to anyone that this was a bit of nonsense built around some action and special effects. The storyline was barely coherent but a good cast gave it more credibility than it really deserved. How they got Bill Nighy on board is anyone’s guess.

Some of the effects were great, especially the gargoyles coming to life, but that’s the best I can say about it. Good Saturday afternoon light entertainment (and I cared more about these laughably drawn characters than I did about anyone in “Blue Jasmine”).

Sunday’s cinematic excursion was to see “Pompeii” which really should be entitled “A Lame Vehicle To Cash In On Kit Harington’s Current GoT-based Popularity” (which I will admit is a mouthful – which is probably not a word I should be using when writing about Kit Harington…).

This pile of schlock is rated M which would lead one (if one was a dirty, middle aged woman) to believe some sex scenes would be included. One would be sadly and greatly mistaken if one was to assume this. The M rating is obviously for the stylised violence which was not particularly violent, unless I am particularly jaded, but certainly unnecessarily extensive, drawn out and repetitive (enough already!).

The promised Kit Harington abs (which were possibly photoshopped) played a cruelly tiny role and seriously only made a cameo appearance at best (truth in advertising I say). There was a great deal of KH brooding sensously into the camera. There was only ONE. TINY. KISS. That’s it. If I was Emily Browning (the so-called love interest) I would be having stern words with my manager about getting her into that role under false pretences.

Basically there was lots of gladiator fighting, lots of Keifer Sutherland being nasty, lots of Kit Harington looking broody, lots of CGI of Pompeii and rumbling Vesuvius, lots of things exploding and fire and crumbling buildings and people running. But nowhere near enough Kit Harington nudity. Well basically none.

So I’m back to hanging out for Game of Thrones to return in just two short weeks where I a much more likely to see nudity, Kit Harington/Jon Snow and otherwise.

Sorry Bec

I’ve been thinking about why I haven’t been writing these past few months. It’s not like I haven’t been doing or feeling or thinking anything. I have. But a lot of it is private and painful and weird and boring. I wish, like Eden, I could write easily (possibly/probably she doesn’t do it easily at all) about the private and painful but it gets stuck in my throat and won’t come out properly. At least not without the potential of hurting me and/or others.

So all this personal and private and painful stuff gets PM’d to my friend Bec late at night or early in the morning. Poor thing, how she copes with my stupid ranting is beyond me. She deserves a medal and one of these days I’ll get one minted for her.

This morning I was thinking maybe I can’t share (all of the) private and painful stuff but maybe I can share more of the weird and boring stuff. I like weird and boring on other people’s blogs so that’s the way to go.

You have been warned.

Blogs, what are they good for?

I can’t answer that. My blog has been good for absolutely nothing for a very long period of time.

I think about it often. Sometimes I even have an idea which floats idly by the blank canvass of my mind. This usually happens in the car, in the shower or in the middle of the night. By the time I’m sitting in front of the computer I have absolutely no bloody idea of what that idea was.

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything. No point even apologising because I’m not actually sorry. It is what is, or isn’t.

However, other blogs are good for lots of things. Like making me laugh and think, mostly both things at the same time. Sometimes cry. Lately Edenland (google it, I can’t be bothered with the linky thingy) has been very important in helping me find and keep my perspective. She is an awesome blogger. I was going to list some others but frankly I just can’t be bothered and will do so one day soon. The Bloggers Who Inspire Me … or some such…

Recently I put on Facebook that I’ve learnt absolutely nothing so far in life. That may have been an exaggeration. Sometimes the lessons take a while to see through the fog. And sometimes I just mentally manufacture a whole pile of bitter and twisted which clouds my judgement.

Bottom line? I’m happy. I’m moving, somewhere unknown, but moving. I’m reading quite a lot and thinking. I’m writing (a whole, actual kids book which is most likely a load of crappola but it was a very interesting experience producing it, longhand, lying on my bed in the course of one afternoon). I hope to write more here but won’t make any promises.