tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post7521816743280148521..comments2024-01-25T22:55:04.308+00:00Comments on Silence Without: Let's try that again, but this time, without all the yucky stuff.Tessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-11137422991576600742008-12-18T07:06:00.000+00:002008-12-18T07:06:00.000+00:00Aw, well I hope it isn't too wet on the night....Aw, well I hope it isn't too wet on the night. The way the weather has been recently, we might join you with the 'cold & wet' business. Melbourne won't make up her mind.Tessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-78304577752201800952008-12-18T07:05:00.000+00:002008-12-18T07:05:00.000+00:00Tessa, it's a lot the same up here, it's just too ...Tessa, it's a lot the same up here, it's just too cold and wet to walk home from. There's a lot of shivering at bus stops.David Moleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07334889574898460118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-54685228086667556892008-12-18T00:31:00.000+00:002008-12-18T00:31:00.000+00:00At that was true at the time. I wasn't in the gre...At that was true at the time. I wasn't in the greatest frame of mind, and decided I'd be better off alone, so I could have a meltdown if necessary. Probably not the most sensible decision I've ever made. I'm sorry if that upset you.Tessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-73987055549815408382008-12-17T22:55:00.000+00:002008-12-17T22:55:00.000+00:00Yeah well, I offered my company last year, but you...Yeah well, I offered my company last year, but you didn't seem terribly interested. Hope it works out better for you this time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-72745894465743125392008-12-17T01:41:00.000+00:002008-12-17T01:41:00.000+00:00Sounds like a pleasant evening in, Deb. I think i...Sounds like a pleasant evening in, Deb. <BR/><BR/>I think it comes from the knowledge that just because, intellectually, it means nothing, doesn't make it possible to disregard the fact that it means -scads- to nearly everyone else. There's some sort of psychic resonance that I'm loosing against, which tells me I should do my best to have a good time, or I'll end up with another godawful year.<BR/><BR/>I prefer 12:34, meself, Macrae. OH SCREW DIGITAL SUPERSTITION.<BR/><BR/>Damn them indeed, Dave. What does New Years entail over your end of the world?<BR/><BR/>I don't remember any unicorns, Mike. Fainting is really funny, actually. My eyes are open, and they're seeing, but -I- am not there to be seeing in the present. When I come back, I tend to already have my eyes open, and all the visuals that I'd missed out on tend to be waiting for me to 'remember', like picking up old mail. It's all there, but I don't experience in the presence. So, no unicorns.<BR/><BR/>It's never sad to go to gigs on your own! Although I imagine NYE being slightly more emotionally charged, there's a higher chance of not being in the right frame of mind to have yerself a good time...I'd go, hell, you never know. Could be bloody awesome.<BR/><BR/>I'm leaning towards getting the train to Northcote at this point, if only for the walk home.Tessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-21119367269525076002008-12-16T16:25:00.000+00:002008-12-16T16:25:00.000+00:00It could be suicidal, but I'm actually thinking of...It could be suicidal, but I'm actually thinking of going to the Toff to see MyDisco on NYE. But wouldn't it be too sad, me going by myself?<BR/><BR/>My pals tend to disappear to cooler, hipper dos when New Year's Eve comes about. It sucks but loneliness is a large part of my world.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-22460343326028113022008-12-15T02:49:00.000+00:002008-12-15T02:49:00.000+00:00My NYEs are typically quiet affairs. Every second ...My NYEs are typically quiet affairs. Every second year, Christmas is up in Queensland with my mum's family, and they're all in bed sometime between 9-10pm. Which usually leaves my dad and me looking at each other at midnight, waving a finger in the air and whispering "woohoo!" to one another so we don't wake everyone else. <BR/><BR/>And when I'm not in Brisbane, much like you, all my friends disappear to different gatherings. <BR/><BR/>I hosted one year, which was fun, but I'm not keen on the whole "jam self into crowd to see ephemeral fireworks". It's impossible to get decent photos of them in amongst so many people anyway. <BR/><BR/>I don't suppose you caught a glimpse of any unicorns on the way down to the pavement last year...?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-59911358925338039122008-12-14T19:23:00.000+00:002008-12-14T19:23:00.000+00:00Damn those circles.Damn those circles.David Moleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07334889574898460118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-7847358247551885762008-12-14T12:23:00.000+00:002008-12-14T12:23:00.000+00:0023.23 is a far more superstitious number.23.23 is a far more superstitious number.Andrew Macraehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13182824994717196775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-56703322669717900842008-12-14T12:08:00.000+00:002008-12-14T12:08:00.000+00:00This year I'm staying in. Largely dictated by ...This year I'm staying in. Largely dictated by circumstance rather than choice (a late flight home). I'm doing a champagne & cheese evening with my best buddy.<BR/><BR/>I once celebrated NYE (in Melbourne, by strange coincidence) in the middle of an empty street in the middle of a quiet suburb where we'd gone to catch a movie at some arthouse cinema -- with no cabs in sight. Midnight hit & we were standing there in the quiet, looking at the stars. I remember this dreadful emptiness when my then bf said, "Happy New Year". <BR/><BR/>Means nothing. But has proven to be unforgettable, that moment.deborahbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16507959327807067505noreply@blogger.com