Went to this exhibition last night with
mr_booboo,
special_trille,
haunted_attics and others. Saw a very interesting crowd composed of people with interesting hair wearing lots of black clothes - the people that is, the hair was wearing black dye, purple dye and shiny!
Was very struck by a series of pedestals that you approach with a nifty plastic device and some headphones. On each pedestal was a perspex model of a house with a scene mapped out by tiny plastic people. Each pedestal used a different room in the house and if you held your device near it you could hear a woman with a fabulous accent telling a story. Liked the cat scene the most, closely followed by the headless man and the railway tracks.
Also had a giggle over the Endangered Sounds project which included a crapload of test tubes that have been capped near patented sounds and 'captured'. This exhibit also included some vacuum bells with devices inside them that were apparently (can't hear the blerrie things of course) playing patented sounds such as the famous Tarzan Call, and the sound you make when you say "Sproing". You could also submit an endangered sound to the register, we failed to submit sounds but enjoyed reading other people's.
If you're curious it's on for a week and here's the blurb.
http://tura.com.au/events/sonicdifference/sonicdifference.html
Am very happy to hear the sound of a Harley Davidson going "potato potato potato" has been patented. Wouldn't want anyone else getting their hands on such a valuable resource.
Ran away shortly into the 'live performance' due to being afeared for the state of my ears. Retired to Sandrino's with
mr_booboo to eat sticky date pudding *swoon*.
I had a great night and have even forgiven certain people for the discussion about the donkey - you're still going to get a bill from my therapist though.
Wahhhhhhhhh
I have no problem with dealing with unexpected puddles caused by being stupid enough not to factor in all that running, all that panting, all that drinking and the back door being closed what with the rain and all.
The worried, embarrassed look on the woofer's face disarms me completely and the way he follows me around after and keeps trying to grovel at my feet despite my not being upset at him is kinda heartbreaking. Am all for grovelling between consenting adults, but not taking it well when my baby does it to me.
Alternatively this is a cunning canine plot to get sympathy and bits of toast.
Potato potato potato
Booboo just loves you. Kisses. Plus, poor woofer.
Trille wants sympathy and bits of toast.
Love BooB_oo (for Trille and Attics)
Re: Potato potato potato
You want to come and do the wistful staring thing, you too can have love and bits of toast.