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Stupid daylight savings time; I feel like it's... well... the wrong time, and seem to be getting nothing done.
HOWEVER. I watched Ziggy Stardust The Motion Picture on my commute today. How the heck had I not seen this before? No, seriously, how? I guess I've never really done the whole films-of-concerts thing, although the live album from that show has become one of my go to, "play all the way through so I don't have to keep changing the song" albums - and watching it was just the best time. I came very close to just screaming out "YEAH, BOWIE!" or something right on the bus. Seriously, watching it was *almost* like being at that show in 1972. That was probably the closest I'll come until I go traveling in time with the Doctor and will drag him back to exactly this period in rock, end up teaming up with young David Bowie to fight some evil aliens and thus learn that a lot of Bowie's Ziggy Stardust and other spacey wacey stuff was totally based on true stories. *nod*
Seriously, what a fun bus ride. Unfortunately, I appear to have lost my mp3 player pouch; it must have been a casualty of my exuberance and distraction during the trip. Then I came home and started looking for my old iPod with its pouch only to not find either of them. What the hell? I was planning on trading in the old iPod for store credit somewhere and I could really use a backup pouch/case thing... Weird.
Also: I totally want to get some rocker chic appropriate, smokey eye-type eye makeup. I finally experimented with some simpler eyeshadow for my date last night and realized I'm not as bad as I thought with it. (I should totally try my hand at the full Bowie Aladdin Sane lightning bolt makeup, too; I think learning how to do that would be a good life skill for me, for various Halloweens and so on.) I was a bit dressed up for dinner and mini putt but who cares. I love how I lost to my boyfriend at mini putt but the place we went to also had trivia questions at each hole/level; this month's theme was authors of literature and philosophy and I absolutely killed it. Seriously, when I see Oscar Wilde and Mary Wollstoncraft Shelley... yeah. Good times.
HOWEVER. I watched Ziggy Stardust The Motion Picture on my commute today. How the heck had I not seen this before? No, seriously, how? I guess I've never really done the whole films-of-concerts thing, although the live album from that show has become one of my go to, "play all the way through so I don't have to keep changing the song" albums - and watching it was just the best time. I came very close to just screaming out "YEAH, BOWIE!" or something right on the bus. Seriously, watching it was *almost* like being at that show in 1972. That was probably the closest I'll come until I go traveling in time with the Doctor and will drag him back to exactly this period in rock, end up teaming up with young David Bowie to fight some evil aliens and thus learn that a lot of Bowie's Ziggy Stardust and other spacey wacey stuff was totally based on true stories. *nod*
Seriously, what a fun bus ride. Unfortunately, I appear to have lost my mp3 player pouch; it must have been a casualty of my exuberance and distraction during the trip. Then I came home and started looking for my old iPod with its pouch only to not find either of them. What the hell? I was planning on trading in the old iPod for store credit somewhere and I could really use a backup pouch/case thing... Weird.
Also: I totally want to get some rocker chic appropriate, smokey eye-type eye makeup. I finally experimented with some simpler eyeshadow for my date last night and realized I'm not as bad as I thought with it. (I should totally try my hand at the full Bowie Aladdin Sane lightning bolt makeup, too; I think learning how to do that would be a good life skill for me, for various Halloweens and so on.) I was a bit dressed up for dinner and mini putt but who cares. I love how I lost to my boyfriend at mini putt but the place we went to also had trivia questions at each hole/level; this month's theme was authors of literature and philosophy and I absolutely killed it. Seriously, when I see Oscar Wilde and Mary Wollstoncraft Shelley... yeah. Good times.