Vampires Will Never Hurt You

I drove down the coast on Friday night, it was pretty wild. There wasn't just rain, it was like driving through a car wash for a half hour, minus the suds and big brush things. It was intense. A trip that normally takes only one hour ended up taking two and there were parts were I was even a little nervous. I actually got out of the right hand lane. Even though everyone was travelling at 60 kilometres an hour there were still a few nutcases who thought they'd try and travel at the normal speeds. I think that they may have had a death wish. They certainly couldn't read as all of those massive signs kept flashing, "Slow down in the rain." In the end though I made it, and that's that.

My weekend has been one of recharging and regeneration. Apart from those few beers and a couple of those nails in the coffin. Otherwise though it's been very wholesome. I've been eating fish. I've been drinking water. I've been swimming in the ocean and generally feeling pretty good. There were times when I wish that I had taken a companion with me, or that I was still in the Vegas so that I could partake in some of the festive gatherings that were happening around the place, but I knew that would have been detrimental to my health and possible mental state.

I bought a magazine while I was down there. It's a magazine that I used to buy fairly regularly when I was 16 or so, but it's been a while since I bought an edition here in Australia (I don't count overseas copies as they are cultural). Now, you may be thinking that I'm talking about some pornographic magazine, and you'd be partly right. It was an FHM, but if I was buying it for porn appeal then I would have been bitterly disappointed. I don't know what's happened to that magazine, but it used to be alright. The jokes used to be funny, the girls used to be hotter and less fake, it just seems like something that little boys pass around between each other and snigger at. It really was disappointing. Maybe it's some lowest common denominator thing. Anyways, I bought one so what does that say about me?

The reason I bought it was because it came with a free dvd searching for Australia's funniest stand up. I've thought about stand up a couple of times. Not because I think that I'm funny or anything, but because I imagine that it'd be an incredibly hard thing to do. Especially if you bombed. I once met a guy who did a bit of stand up, and in our conversation he didn't present himself as a spectacularly funny person. I wasn't disappointed, I realise that it's something that they work hard at, but it'd be an extremely challenging thing to do. I mean, who is to say what's funny? Just because you think something's funny doesn't mean that the next person will. In the dvd the people that got the most laughs were those who appealed to everyone. One guy made jokes about his relationship with his girlfriend. One cracked lines about how he looked like a terrorist. One spoke about anal bleaching. I'm not too sure about that last one, as I haven't met anybody who openly admits to have received some highlights down that way, but he was very funny.

I'm off to a rock and roll show tonight. The band is My Chemical Romance and I'm looking forward to it. I didn't realise that they were even in Australia until Friday, and I thought that there show would have sold out here in Brisbane, but apparently not. I'm looking forward to being one of the biggest, oldest, hairiest and un-made up people there. It should be good though. The clincher for me was when Gerard, the singer, said that one of their influences that doesn't get mentioned all that often is the Smashing Pumpkins. I know that they don't really sound like the Pumpkins, but I feel that there is a similar sort of movement with them. I guess. Ha!