girl anachronism

I used to have to really, really try to stop myself from going out almost every single night, every week. I never got hangovers so I could quite easily go straight out from uni, get home around 5 am and be bright as a button for four lectures starting at 9, and then three hours of labs in the afternoon, and then repeat. Now I take about three days to psyche myself up and get in the mood for a proper night out, and as much as i still enjoy a good dance, I essentially have to completely write off the following day if I make it past my fourth drink or so (if I haven't succumbed to hiccups by that point). I much prefer a quiet one in the Prince or the Machar and a good moan about something/everything.

Droool.

I was just thinking that. Absolute mountain of food. Good condiments post on the last page. My flatmate used to have this T-shirt: Our flat was always full of sauce, absolutely tonnes of bottles of stuff, very little actual food. I'm a sucker for a mixture of sweet chilli and soy sauce.

Wasn't blown away by Rishi's. Had sambar vadai for starter, it was okay, the sambar was a bit bland, vadai were cooked pretty well, massive though, a meal in itself. Ordered a dosa for main, which can be a bit of a gamble for delivery, really doughy, soggy and stodgy, filling was okay, bit cold though. Reckon they'd have been much better hot and fresh out the kitchen (like the remix to Ignition), I like my dosas paper thin and a bit on the crispy side. Mushroom rice was alright. Other half played it safe and had chicken madras, he thought it was bland and didn't feel too well afterwards. I'd been excited because I'd thought it might fill the void left by Spice Dabba, which other than The Banana Leaf on Old Dumbarton Road in Glasgow, was the best South Indian food I'd had in ages, was really excited by the extensive range of veggie dishes too. The food was over 40 minutes later than they said it'd be, so I called just to check they hadn't forgotten about us, and the lady gave me 'tude on the phone. Points aff. Wouldn't write it off though, would maybe give the restaurant a go, I'll give them the benefit of the doubt as my food may have been rolling around the back of a van for ages.

Soda Jerk and his girl, around 30 minutes ago on King St, presumably heading back from Morrisons. We were heading to Morrisons, so probably looked much more miserable than he did.

Never Let Me Go Story of cloned humans raised to "donate" organs to their "originals" when they're old enough. Set in a pretty idyllic English countryside backdrop and starring Keira Knightly, Carey Mulligan and some guy who goes through the entire film with this perpetual expression on his face like he's just been given a very difficult sum to do. They're all friends at school together, Kath (Mulligan) falls for Tommy (Sum Boy/Andrew Garfield) and instead, Ruth (Knightly), gets off with him, keeping Kath away from him. They soon realise their fate and as they reach adulthood, they begin to look for ways of getting a deferral from their first donations (rumour has it that if you can prove you are in love, then you may be given a few years with your significant other). I won't ruin the rest of the film. Mulligan is pretty great in it, and Keira plays the "bitch that comes good at the end" part quite well. Mr Hardsums' character however, he just really irritated me, I imagine I'd be a pretty pathetic wet blanket if I had to donate all my vital organs too, but Jesus, what a twonk. Interesting concept, totally jarred with the utopian surroundings, but that totally worked. Decent watch all in all, touched a nerve at points. Need to watch a cheerful film soon! 7/10

I really got into this one after the Spotify swap thread last year, this and the ARP one are two of my favourite records I've bought recently.

Yeah, I definitely get that with Sonic Youth too. My others are REM, Pavement, The National, The Walkmen and Stapleton. Laura Veirs too.

I watched the Swedish verison of the same film at the weekend and was pretty impressed. Good tension throughout, really dark, thought both Noomi Rapace and Michael Nyqvist were great and had good chemistry. Felt at times that the graphic sexual violence was a little "shocking for the sake of it" and didn't do much to add to the substance of the film, but hey-ho. Also thought that the Bond-villain style confession of the antagonist and the resulting car chase scene were fairly cheesy, but all in all a decent watch. I'd imagined that the remake might be a little too Hollywood Action Movie and the violence a little too gratuitous, but I'm glad to hear otherwise. 7/10 Au Revoir Les Enfants: Best film I've seen in a while. Fairly familiar story I guess: a Catholic boarding school in occupied France, 1944, harbours some Jewish children. Top-of-the-class French kid is a little cruel and standoffish at first and then gets to know the Jewish kid, Jean, and they end up becoming very good friends. The development of the friendship was genuinely quite heartwarming to watch. Really charming with some very funny anecdotes and one-liners throughout ("do you hate music?"). The pace of the film was really quite slow, but that suited it, and made the abrupt ending, although not really a surprise, seem even more brutal. I nearly cried, bonus point for that. 10/10 The Road: Knew this was going to bleak, but Christ... Still, that's not to say I didn't enjoy it. Very effective contrast between innocence and hope against an almost monstrous desperation to survive. Really harrowing and moving with some quite incredible performances, found it quite draining to watch- a real endurance test. I was genuinely thoroughly relieved at the ending. 8/10 127 Hours: Really wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to see this when it was in the cinema, everything I'd heard from others who had seen it had been in relation to "that scene", and I thought it might be a little voyeuristic to go and watch that, but it was on C4 last night and nothing else seemed worth watching so I figured "why not?". James Franco was great as Aron Ralston, all arrogant and "invincible" at the beginning, his character development was one of the best things about this film. The camera work and pacing of the film, the use of split screens and flashbacks by Danny Boyle gave the film a great eerie and trippy feel. Great scenery as well, Moab looked stunning. Still couldn't watch "that scene", but it didn't matter, plenty here to hold interest. 7/10 I'm off to dry my eyes.

My boyfriend got me a set of Lace Sensors for Christmas, so I fired them into my Strat. They sound great: The only thing is, I'm currently playing this upside-down as I'm left-handed. I've been on the lookout for a lefty body for this, and have tried emailing a couple of places that make them to order, with custom colours and stuff, but they seem to have stopped doing them as it's unecomical. I absolutely love the neck on this thing and want to keep it (it's off a 1980's Squier Silver Series), the body is from a mid-90's Fender Japan '57 reissue. Anybody know of anywhere or have any experience of anywhere that makes and sells lefty finished Strat bodies alone? I guess I could just buy one of the new Squiers or something and swap out the body, but the thought of getting a colour I want is appealing. I'd probably try to go for a blonde or surf green.

These'll usually do the trick too.

Usually anything by Pixies, Le Tigre's Deceptacon, Psycho Killer, Portions For Foxes by Rilo Kiley or Band of Gold will get me to dance really unfashionably. If it's been a particularly heavy night, anything by Abba, Adam and the Ants, The Beach Boys or Blondie will usually inspire some pretty avant-garde moves. (God only knows what might happen if Pure Shores by All Saints was ever to be played in a club I was in. Might redefine dance).

I was born here, and did my undergrad degree at Aberdeen, doing my Honours year in Edinburgh. I then moved to Glasgow to do a postgrad at the Wellcome Trust Centre for Molecular Parasitology. I have a LOT of love for both Glasgow and Edinburgh. Met a guy, finished my Masters' and decided that I didn't want to leave, so stayed and started my PhD. I enjoyed this for a while, and really got stuck in with a lot of schools outreach programmes and teaching, decided that I might want to get involved in this after my PhD. Anyway, around just over half a year in, and the relationship broke up, badly, and I was involved in a fairly intense study which meant I was having to check for growth and mutations in live trypanosomes at four-hour intervals sometimes for weeks on end. I was constantly exhausted and thoroughly miserable, then I moved in with some seriously, seriously terrible flatmates, and that was the last straw. It was hard to give up on a study that I was genuinely very excited about, however, for me, it was definitely a wise decision, and I can honestly say I don't have any regrets. Last year was probably the most fun I've had in a while. I'm much healthier and happier, have been volunteering in secondary schools and have applied to get into the PgDE in biology this year, so am currently keeping everything crossed. I've also joined two bands and have had some incredible fun with them, as well as meeting my awesome boyfriend and adopting our incredibly noisy, but lovable, cat. I also have a renewed appreciation for the city and surrounding area and enjoy nothing more than a stroll in Old Aberdeen, the beach at Stonehaven or the countryside out at Ballater. Might move again in the future, but for now, I'm definitely alright with Aberdeen. [/essay]

Indeed I am not. The other band, with the smaller riffertoire.

I know, I couldn't possibly critique this sort of stuff anyway, my band plays approximately one riff an hour!

Aww, nah, you're alright Stevie, sorry! Shutterspeed just triggers great mems, that's all. More than Amadeus, Pizza Hut, Jimmy Chungs and Ab-Music 2004 combined. Improvement, yeah! Carry on!

I love you Stevie! Vest and leather bricks next time though, yeah?

It's cool, it's cool. It's fine man. Hey, can we cover this for our first EP? I can do 2:00 through to 2:08 pretty well, you can do the rest. (we'd have better hair though)

This board. Tonight.

Actually, Kirsten and I have a band called Ich Mag Die DISKO that you would be able to join if you like? We could play at the start of all the Italy games.

I'll be in your band. Please? Can Benson be there too? Nice tone, man. What happened at the end of the third one? Is that our new secret band hand gesture thing? Or just itchy nips?

So that you can fill it with wine? Or memories?

The name of a tune I was fond of, but for me, I guess it does harbour some meaning: 1) I'm a girl. 2) I do indeed feel as if I belong to a period in which I do not exist; The Aberdeen Music Scene circa. 2004. Do not talk to me about the present.

Yep, I was probably heading to/just leaving Morrison's, so I imagine I'd have been too busy hating my life to have seen you.