You might have heard that It's A Wellington Life is asking for… - Tactical Ninja
Sep. 28th, 2010
You might have heard that It's A Wellington Life is asking for photographs of billboards (for the council elections) on which the candidate has their face and 'Vote For Me!" with no indication of their policies. We have one of those at the bottom of our road - at least, I think we do. It's a woman, about my age, brown hair (sorry, can't remember her name), with the slogan "No 1 for Future Wellington!" I'm trying to decide if this is a statement of policy. I'm also trying to shush the voice in my head going "No 1 for Great Justice!"
Thing is, the face-on-billboard thing does sort-of work to get you known. Well, it worked for one person - John Morrison. The only reason I know his name is because he's The Guy With The Porno Moustache. And because of the porno moustache, I looked closer and caught his name. But also because of the porno moustache, I didn't vote for him. Yep, I'm Judgey McJudgerson.
My parents were responsible for my taste in music.
"No really Tats?"
Hehe yeah. Even though my Dad told me on numerous occasions that the music I like isn't really music. Even though most of the music I like wasn't even acknowledged as a genre until the 1990s.
They didn't like loud noise. Dad was a 'seen and not heard' kind of guy, and our house was always quiet (ish - we were kids after all). Any music being played was in the background, and it was in the spectrum of big band, swing, folk, Elvis, hippie stuff from the 60s, or the Neil Diamond/Don McLean genre I don't even know the name for (dont judge me!). ie, there was no hard rock, no metal, no rock 'n' roll, nothing that could be jarring to the ears. And they never had loud parties with blaring music. I now wonder if this is because Dad was going deaf early like I am, and couldn't hear people talking if the music was loud.
Anyway, here I am as a product of that, listening to an entirely different genre of music but in exactly the same spectrum. Psytrance replaces big band, house/dubstep* replaces swing, ambient replaces folk/hippie stuff, and bands like LIVE replace the Neil Diamond/Don McLean stuff (again, don't judge me!). I went through a phase of being into rock/metal, but my ears got over it really fast. And I don't really even enjoy live bands (sorry Sophie!), because indoors the amplification required to overcome the drums makes the whole thing too loud, and outdoors it all runs together and to me sounds like just noise. This isn't a reflection of the skill of the bands, it's just what I'm into or not.
My parents successfully turned me into them. *EEP*
* Yes I do like dubstep. Just not All Fucking Night at a dance party.
Last night I found another ball of wool I'd forgotten I had. Looks like the blue blanket's gonna be bigger than originally anticipated.
Finally, I wanted to say publicly that the haircut I got from Wildilocks is pretty damn awesome in the staying-power department. Cass cut it before Mum died, which means it's been at least 10 weeks. I didn't mention at the time that I was thinking of growing it out, but it is growing out really well. I am impressed and would thoroughly recommend Wildilocks as a hairdresser for wayward hair.