It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

Went out today to buy my White Wine in the Sun inspired LFoD presents for my girls today. Dear God.

Before I even made it out the door, I dumped a huge amount of water on myself because I am amazingly talented like that. So I changed my jeans and made it to the bus stop while listening to the TimPod. I had 4 minutes. And in my ears, Tim Minchin says in the middle of the song Dark Side:

"People always start clapping along there, but I'm about to do a piano solo and I can't keep time. So shut the fuck up."

Which I decided was hilarious because he said it so...Timly, so I spit the water I had just put into my mouth all over the jeans I had just put on. And the bus turned the corner, heading for me. Go home and change again because I apparently have a problem, or just deal with spittrousers?

I got on the bus. It was full of humans. One sat next to me and mouthbreathed all over my wet trousers. Mmmm. I got off and went shopping, with very little success. Got slammed into by what might have been the tallest woman I have ever seen, and I am six feet tall, okay? Then I got my dumplings (OH, SWEET DUMPLINGS) and came home on yet another full bus. Luckily no other liquids ended up on my trousers.

It has come to my attention that I spit-take a lot. No, really. The amount of people I have spit ON despite thinking spitting is disgusting, is unusually high. I think most people who know me in person have seen me do this. It's because I am full of laughter. :|

5 days until my Pants gets here. My best friend is coming to see where I live eeeeiiiiiiiiiii! It will be magical. And very loud. Poor Leah!

I braved the mall for shopping. I had to take the bus (as ever). It is raining. Everyone was on the bus with me. Everyone in the world.

So...reading a book called Saint Patrick; Patron Saint of Ireland leads to weird looks on the bus. Usually from hoony teenagers, the bastards. I can only assume these people are looking at me and deciding I am some kind of fundie, since I do tend to look like a goddamn prude though I have NO idea why. If only they knew that my TimPod was playing Tim Minchin singing Inflatable You or Ten Foot Cock and a Few Hundred Virgins in my ears as I read about Patrick's religious experiences.

Might I also add that listening to that latter song, as well as So Fucking Rock while being literally surrounded by octogenarian women is a little uncomfortable. They are judging me with eyes full of wisdom!

I did some Christmas shopping, and yet I still need to get my flatmate presents next Monday. The LFoD are having a Tim Minchin Christmas and giving each other socks, jocks and chocolate. Because we're awesome.

And my TimPod played White Wine in the Sun when I was about nine minutes from home so it fit in perfectly at the end of the trip, leaving me feeling all lovely. Thanks, TimPod! You're the best!

I've been kicked out the living room as poor Leah is stretched out on the floor, sleeping. I think her room is too hot today. She looked so cute and I wanted to pet her head, but I think that is probably the opposite of helpful ;) SO now I get to try to eat dumplings in my bed. There is going to be soy sauce everywhere. Which is ignoring the main issue of dumplings in bed which might be my favourite thing ever!!

Saw Rhys Darby last night. And while he is not my favourite red-headed comedian, he was rather funny and I enjoyed his show. His support act was only funny about twice though, and terribly offensive and shouty at all other times. I never have been a fan of comedians who shout every single punchline. If you have to shout it, obviously the joke isn't funny on it's own. Let the material shout for itself! They all do it sometimes, which is fine. Dylan Moran and Bill Bailey do it with style. Rik Mayall annoys me (as clever as I think he is) because he shouts everything. This guy wasn't even funny when he was shouting. Augh.

Rhys Darby mentioned he had twittered a photo of Christchurch's Satan Parade. (Okay, it was a Santa Parade, but that typo is too amusing and I'm leaving it...) and I thought he was joking about the contents of said photo so I checked Twitter. He was not. Behold Rhys' Santa Parade photo from his Twitter feed. Oh, New Zealand. Really? Nothing like a sheep limo outside a cathedral.

Most of Rhys Darby's jokes were about Rhys Darby, but that was okay. I still left with sore lungs. From...laughing.

Also? Tim Minchin is all I ever listen to any more. My iPod is now a TimPod.