It's all about me...pt.1

THINGS I LIKE:

Coffee. Yes, yes, yes, I had to put this first. And only because all of you would be expecting me to anyway (ie. those of you who said I talked about nothing but coffee all the time we were in Melbourne. he he...). For those of you that know me well, I am a grumpy heinous bitch in the morning before my coffee. I have a sign on my fridge: I wrote a poem about coffee in my third year writing class at Flinders University. Everybody laughed at me.

Men's shoulder blades. I know, it's a bit random but there's nothing more sexy than the toned muscles on a guy's back right next to the shoulder blade (I don't know what it's called).

Most girls will check out an ass or perhaps a six pack but no, not me. I guess I'm a freak of nature.

All things clarinet-y. It's tough being a clarinet nerd. Whenever I meet someone new at the con and they ask me what I play, I watch as the interest fades from their eyes and their attention drift away to ANYTHING BUT TALKING TO ME when I say "clarinet". Now if I said "saxophone", suddenly their ears prick up. But clarinet, poor clarinet, is such a geeky instrument.

But with all its inconsistencies of intonation and evil reeds and the damn altissimo register, it's one of the most versatile, agile instruments around and it kicks ass.

Being a band nerd. I don't see what's wrong with it. Movies like American Pie pay the SHIT out of band kids but I find most of it to be a load of bollocks. Yes, playing in bands means you have to be somewhat obsessive and a lot of players don't do much else. But it's fun, challenging, and most of all, I have made some of the best friends I could ever have in bands. There's something about playing music together in that kind of environment that brings people really close together. (Although band camp or tour does help in that capacity....he he he). And if you play in a band 3 or 4 times a week, you're never that lonely which, I can tell you, beats watching Eddie Maguire on 1 vs 100 or whatever other crappy semi-entertainment. If its a choice between playing marches and watching Big Brother, bring on Standard of St George any day!

The smell of the earth just before it rains, thunderstorms and sunshowers. I love that earthy smell of the ground preparing itself for rain. Once it starts to rain, well then it's just friggin annoying. But that smell is awesome. As for lightning, I love sitting outside watching thunderstorms - we don't get them nearly enough in Adelaide. Although we don't get tornados either but this picture is COOL!

Reminds me of just how incredibly powerful our little blue planet is. I could be a meteorologist....if it wasn't so science-y and I wasn't completely useless at that stuff.

The sound of my cat's purr. I have two cats (although theoretically, neither of them are mine) and they are the completely the opposite. One meows really loudly (almost irritatingly noisily) but can't purr....she just snuffles. The other only squeaks - can't meow - but purrs like a lawnmower. She should have been named 'Victa'. I love the sound of a contented cat, even though five seconds later, the cow scratches me or bites me when she finally lulls you into a false sense of security.