Life as a Ticket Purchaser

All of my most significantly memorable moments involving the arts (for want of a better word) have been tainted by the evil soul-sucking sess-pool which is the ticket vendor.
On several occasions I have had prime seats cruelly snatched from my grasp owing to time-outs, server-downages and overflow.

I have watched as tickets for the Idiot Zone for Greenday disappeared and I was relegated to the back with the peasents, I screeched and howled like a banchee (whilst at work) as TICKETEK timed out when processing my Red Hot Chili Peppers tickets for the Chili Bowl and when I finally logged back on I got a ticket in the tier closest to being up God's nostril and cursed them again as they sold me a ticket to the West Tigers Premiership then reniged due to overselling.

Now again as my faveourite Sweet Transvestite is performed by the supurb and sensual iOTA I have been tortured by Ticketmaster as I was about to purchase tickets in row BB for Rocky Horror Show when it all goes horribly wrong and I am left typing in a zillion word verifactions (protection against unfair use of automated programs my ASS) with the crushing feeling that row J is the best I can find, I am just about to give up WHEN HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL AND THERE THEY ARE!!! Row BB!!

Purchase = Joy

Life as a Fan

EVERYBODY, BACKSTREET'S BACK ALRIGHT!!

*SIGH* As the (now) four boys pelted out thier cheesy yet classic hits from the soundtrack of my youth I screamed like a giddy school girl, while they DANCED around the stage - who knew choreographed moves were still in?

The faces were still familiar, Howie Dorough belted out his latest solo effort a salsa-esque nod to his heritage, looking the best out of all four Brian Littrell peddled his earnest country song about the brevity of life, a slightly plump Nick Carter still trying to hold onto the last screeds of boyhood played his drums and guitar like a rockstar and A.J McClean aka Johnny No Name (I'm being serious here) looking like a badly groomed poor man's Dave Navarro hip pumped his way through his single Driveby.

I hate it when bands you've been listening to for 10years do nothing but play the new album, but BSB played a nice little mix of hits of old and even did the dance from the Everybody film clip sans the funky costumes :(

I couldn't help having hysterics everytime they played out some contrived choreographed dance routine, these are men in thier 30's (except Nick who's 28) surely they should be allowed to keep the last shreds of dignity and not dance around like fools... but this brings forward another problem, the fact that they play none of thier own music and therefore would be standing around like tools so in lieu of standing around like tools they danced around like tools.

But for all my pessemistic critisusm, I still had a blast when they played the old school pop power ballads. They never had any embarrassing Ashley Simpson lip syncing problems (owing to the fact that they actually sing), and still manage to harmonise possibly with a deeper resonance than before so they don't need to rely on the barrotone element that Kevin (who left to have a family after his father passed away) used to provide.

All in all a top gig, even if a little girly nerdy and proves to me that even though my music tastes have changed I can still appreciate glimpsing backward.

ps; I did post the video for Everybody here but something went wrong and it was not letting my comments be viewed... weird.

Life as a Facebook Addict

Hi my name is Reanan and I am a Facebook addict.

I can't help myself. I checked F/B about a million times today, ok maybe not a million but at least half a dozen.

I know that work places ban F/B from certain times and indeed all together, and think that it might be a good move for me.

After the inital F/B crush I thought, hey I'll get over Facey a bit, but I don't think that I have. I even had to have an application cleanup where I deleted all those shit apps that those people who add everything ever created have sent me.

I now ignore those requests.

I have tinkered with my news feed preferences, I show less profile and relationship changes but more photos friends and events. I rely on F/B to tell me how dirty and gifted I am, who's birthday is when and when my friends send a puppy to me.

IN SHORT I HAVE A PROBLEM.

This is all of course (read I hope) syptomatic of that fact I am on the computer for a good portion of the day job hunting. Surely when I have meaningful, exciting and fulfilling (read busy, stressful and highly paying) employment my facey co-dependency will gradually lessen....?

ALSO was just watching womans murder club, can any one tell me how that cute little Jill Bernhardt played by Laura Harris makes her hair look like that? I mean I get it they have stylists and stuff but seriously, it looks like a perfect mini plum of hair, its incredible to me!

The only time my hair looks incredible is post hair dresser and when Alicia GHD's it.

Maybe it's a wig?

Life as a Twenty Something

Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear Reanan, Happy Birthday to me!

On the weekend, I turned 24 tipping me into the deep end of my early twenties (yeah baby I am still riding the early twenties!)
All in all, despite a few hitches (Dad not being 100% well, and not having ajob) I had a pretty good birthday, celebrating with friends and a family with cake, and wine and tequila!

As I get into a sensible age, where we can all can on reasonably well and sit down in a resturant and have a lovely dinner, I realise how much I am beginning to spurn the younger whippersnappers (even though I was one not to long ago.)
I notice the pub is getting to be full of obnoxious brats in fluro shirts and canvas boat shoes, abhorently who five years ago would have been just my type (fluro shirts and boat shoes aside.)

Apprently I am totally uncool, several of my friends had to explain to me who this Hannah Montana girl is. Now that I know I find it even worse!

Hannah Montana is a Disney show about ordinary school girl Miley Stewart who by night turns into a super pop singer Hannah Montana unbeknosts to her family and adoring friends.

I don't really know what disturbs me more; the fact that my friends know what about this show, the fact that this 16 year old girl has two fake aliases, OR THE FACT THAT THIS HANNAH MONTANA/MILEY STEWART IS REALLY CALLED MILEY CYRUS MAKING HER DAUGHTER OF BILLY RAY - ACHY BREAKY HEART fame - CYRUS?

In addition to being totally intolerant and uncool, I find myself checking out 'older men' - MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?
Now by older men I don't mean J. Howard Marshall but rather dashing looking 30ish men *GASP* in suits and leather shoes who smell good and don't wear thier collars up.

If cocktails, nicely presented men & better jobs (I hope for all three this year) is what being twenty something is about I say all aboard!

Life as a sponge

I'd like to think that when possible I am a genuinly generous person, who gives what I can when I can to those I love and while it feels natural to sponge of one's parents (since I've been doing it since birth) I find it difficult to do so from friends.

Today I went on a lovely outting into our fair sunny city with my friend Lou and we enjoyed a lovely coffee, she had her latest tattoo done and then we caught light fetish shopping and some lunch and popped into Glebe for a spot of gelato... Only problem was all I paid for was to get my sweet self in and two scoops of gelato!

I know she said she'd shout me lunch, and the day was truely exceptional but truth is all this letching is starting to depress me a little.

I want to earn money, granted I also want to loafe about in the city with my friends but I have a spending problem and can't help myself. The need to spend has overcome me and I cannot resist spending my last twenty bucks to my name on a scoop of gelato and a diet coke.

I have resolved my New Years New Job New Life plan of attack to be;

1. Budget & Pay off credit card

2. Try to aim for quality clothes and shoes, supplementing wardrobe only occasionally with bargin cute things.

3. SAVE MONEY.

This all presupposes that I EVER find a job, and cease being boringly unemployable with expectations that are apprently too high although totally attainable if I try hard enough.