Malama moe'uhane

It's been raining all day here today. So it's been cold and miserable. I don't like cold and miserable. So what have I been up to?

I spent a lot of the day having a 'Tour of Duty' Marathon. I forget how much I love those guys and seeing that era portrayed on screen. Also I don't watch it enough. When they released the DVD's here they stripped the 60's music from it so, for me at least, they stripped at least half the soul from the show, but one of our cable stations has been playing it and I get my music back, including my beloved theme. It was funny watching it and seeing familiar Kualoa Ranch/Hawaiian locations, fatorangekat you'll know, was it only the first season they filmed there?

This evening I've been capping all the H50 episodes because I don't have a complete set of the good quality caps, but now I does.

I'm happily putting together the daily post for AOL daily as well, it's such a hardship wading through AOL pics, but I'm happy to take one for the team.

Also, I have a question for my wise and astute friends list.

Who thinks Danny is afraid of the water? I don't.

So like the subject line said, last night I went to a concert. A Duran Duran concert. At the time I had a good time, but when I woke this morning I realised I am a little disappointed. Why? Let me tell you a story.

Last April I went to a concert of a band I had a similar love for, Spandau Ballet. It was a lovely bright beautiful day leading up to the gig. They had the crowd on their feet from the moment their curtain dropped (and yes their curtain drops, it's a really cool unusual opening). Every person in the place knew every single song, the venue was sold out and it showed. I loved that gig, and to say that it has become my yardstick for live music is an understatement.

Yesterday we had torrential rain, and for most of the day it was cold and miserable. I hate driving in the rain, seriously loathe it, so I was tense and cranky before I started. Getting from the car into the venue meant that we were dripping wet before we started. When we got inside I was disappointed with my city. They had an abbreviated seating set up and even that wasn't even full.

As soon as the people around me sat down I realised that I was going to be unimpressed with my seats. I'm 5'5" tall and I was 12 rows from the stage and slightly off centre, pretty good I thought. Yet at the very first note when everyone jumped to their feet, I felt like a bonzai in a forest of sequioas. The only saving grace in that situation? The window of vision I did have was a clear line to the drum kit. Have I mentioned that I'm a sucker for a drummer? That said, I didn't take many photos but I did manage almost 1gb of video snippets.

The music was good, sometimes spectacular, that in itself was my fault, I haven't had time to familiarise myself with the brand new stuff so I didn't really 'know' it, and that was compounded by the fact that the members of the crowd that were only there for the 'old stuff' would sit down and tweet or whatthefuckever while those songs were being performed. Let me tell you that half the crowd disconnecting like that around you is a huge distraction.

I have a huge soft spot for Duran, they were my first 'real' concert, 19 November 1983. I still have the program the tshirt and the ticket stub. JT told us that they have a soft spot for us because we were the first place they ever had a number 1. They've only played here three times, the second time they came here specially because they were the support for Robbie Williams who didn't play anywhere in our state but they came here on their own.

Did I enjoy it? Yes, but is it a gig I'm going to talk about for a long time to come? Probably not. It will be enough for me to know that I was there, that they are still my Duran and I still love their music and always will and will always see them whenever I can.

That said, have a couple of pictures.
( Pretty pretty boys )

Got all reminiscent tonight. One of the local stations had a night of classic Australian cinema, and I found Mad Max. Back in the good old days when it was Max that was Mad and not Mel.

Also reminded me of my first restored car.



This isn't my interceptor but a damn fine facsimile. My baby had better mags.

It kind of makes me realise why I love Danny's camaro so much.

So, it's been a while *waves*.

I've been to Middle Earth, frolicked in The Shire, spent time in paradise (formerly known as Hawai'i) all with my best friend.

I've gone to the dark side. Yes my PC loving pals, I now am the proud owner of an iPad2 and an iPhone 4s (known at my house as Steve and Danny - because they're both very handsome, very clever and are a perfect match for each other). Am considering a MacBook as my next technology purchase. It seems my friends are right, I am distracted by the Shiny and Pretty.

Speaking of Technology,it is not my friend. Many of you know that already. As much as I love it, sometimes it beats me with it's big nasty stick of you will do what I want you to do or I will smite your trusting ass. Since I've been home I have managed to lose the power cable for Balian (my netbook that travels with me) so until Acer sends me a new one my Balian is currently on life support and inaccessible. My Isp has decided that it will work when it wants to and not when I need it to. Livejournal has decided that it is in a relationship with my ISP and has gone out in sympathy. I can acess LJ on Danny (aforementioned iPhone) but that gets me nowhere because I can't see graphics or comment or do anything well useful, and to top that all off my sister has somehow managed to put a password on my home/base system and I can't access much of my personal stuff until we work out wtf she did.

This year there are some changes afoot in my on line life.

Since LJ is kicking my ample toosh, I am trying this from a different angle. My otherwise unloved Dreamwidth account is now my jumping off point and I'll be cross posting to LJ from here.

So.....what is everyone else up to.