So, yesterday was Australia Day. Whee. It's one of a very few days where you'll see thousands of people here waving the Union Flag about all over the place.
Anyway, my parental types felt (a) patriotic and (b) like paying for food. So, in the manner of the RotS incident, they decided I was going with them, called to tell me, then came and took me for food. Yey.
Then, of course, we went to see the nationalistic display of splodeystuff. I'm not sure why every country with some day of nationalistic pride decides to celebrate it by detonating crate upon crate of low-yield explosives. Well, why apart from 'fire pretty'.
Before the splodeystuff, they had a live band, which is the kind of idea that's interesting in theory. Being the patriotic band they are, they played... um... iconic pieces of Australiana, such as... uhh... Summer of '69. And Play That Funky Music. And Blister in the Sun. Methinks they didn't quite think things through.
Oh, and there was a guy in the crowd who looked exactly like Hiro. That amused me.
And then, after much circling, some elite paratroopers fell out of a plane with non-glowy glowsticks, trusting life and limb to a device designed by a guy from the Renaissance who wanted to be an accountant. So, they plummeted to the earth, and presumably landed in relative safety, because a paratrooper who makes Major should be able to land safely.
Then, of course, came splodeystuff, with gratuitous ACDC. Mmm, gratuitous ACDC. Anyway, the splodeystuff sploded, and then stopped for a bit, and a plane flew over, and then they started with the splodeystuff that looked eerily like AAA, which kind of amused me, especially since they'd mounted it on monuments. Plus they did a kind of blendy-musicy-thing, like three different soundtracks squished into one, which gave it a dystopian feel that I liked on levels not at all nationalistic.
Yay me.
Oh, and they anthemed. One day, I want to gather together a crack team of elite choristers, strategically position them, and have them sing the second verse. Seriously.
And then the flag-draped lemmings swarmed away from the park, so we went in search of cake and strong liquor - a search that was entirely successful.
And... this post is somewhat less iconoclastic than I expected. Oh well. Yay for strong liquor?
In other news:
nomicide gets another mention; if you were planning to play, please go and join. In particular,
silmaril - you answered the sign-up poll in the comm; if you'd like to play, please do join, otherwise you won't actually be able to post, or vote on, proposals.
Anyway, my parental types felt (a) patriotic and (b) like paying for food. So, in the manner of the RotS incident, they decided I was going with them, called to tell me, then came and took me for food. Yey.
Then, of course, we went to see the nationalistic display of splodeystuff. I'm not sure why every country with some day of nationalistic pride decides to celebrate it by detonating crate upon crate of low-yield explosives. Well, why apart from 'fire pretty'.
Before the splodeystuff, they had a live band, which is the kind of idea that's interesting in theory. Being the patriotic band they are, they played... um... iconic pieces of Australiana, such as... uhh... Summer of '69. And Play That Funky Music. And Blister in the Sun. Methinks they didn't quite think things through.
Oh, and there was a guy in the crowd who looked exactly like Hiro. That amused me.
And then, after much circling, some elite paratroopers fell out of a plane with non-glowy glowsticks, trusting life and limb to a device designed by a guy from the Renaissance who wanted to be an accountant. So, they plummeted to the earth, and presumably landed in relative safety, because a paratrooper who makes Major should be able to land safely.
Then, of course, came splodeystuff, with gratuitous ACDC. Mmm, gratuitous ACDC. Anyway, the splodeystuff sploded, and then stopped for a bit, and a plane flew over, and then they started with the splodeystuff that looked eerily like AAA, which kind of amused me, especially since they'd mounted it on monuments. Plus they did a kind of blendy-musicy-thing, like three different soundtracks squished into one, which gave it a dystopian feel that I liked on levels not at all nationalistic.
Yay me.
Oh, and they anthemed. One day, I want to gather together a crack team of elite choristers, strategically position them, and have them sing the second verse. Seriously.
And then the flag-draped lemmings swarmed away from the park, so we went in search of cake and strong liquor - a search that was entirely successful.
And... this post is somewhat less iconoclastic than I expected. Oh well. Yay for strong liquor?
In other news:
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Date: 2007-01-26 04:15 pm (UTC)Why are we...? I think. Sleep may be advisable.
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