jimi! Angus! Other people that are watching Buffy in real (Australian) time!

A friend (who watches Buffy, which is different to a Buffy watching friend) just called to talk about last night's show.

Her opening comment.. "Good, Giles is back. But they seem to have forgotten his spine."

Also.. for those watching in real time, American style, she defined it as the episode where Buffy does the long boring speech about war and battle. Of course [ that didn't narrow it down for me one iota ] !!!

eeeps.

(And I'm really hoping that fixed the white font.)

Am I just making this up or did drugstores used to be places where kids in the 50s would meet for milkshakes and stuff? I'm sure I've read things like "we sat down at the drugstore counter and ordered two chocolate malt shakes".

You can see it in It's a Wonderful Life. George makes Mary an icecream ("say brainless, don't know where coconuts come from?") and then Mr. Gower sends him off to deliver the pills which later become so pivotal.

She defined it as the episode where Buffy does the long boring speech about war and battle.

Heh, this is so true. There was all this cool stuff within the ep itself, but once we got to the final scene my extensive eye-rolling strained a muscle in my brain and wiped the rest of what happened from my memory. I love Buffy as a character, both back when she was all quippy and innocent and now when she is less quippy, but also so much more comfortable in who she is and what she has to do. And I liked the first part of the speech, because she was hurt and it was all about her ('cause stoic!unfeeling!Buffy is quite annoying for me), but then there was the rallying. And it just. went. on. and. on. I thought maybe my spoiler-whore-ness were just getting in the way again, but I think other people had the same reaction without the benefit of foresight.

Edit - for my clumsy fingers, and to add this since I missed Jimi's post:

Most of the students who got a turn on the show, just played any old music but since we were from Elizabeth High School, we decided to do a show around artists who came from Elizabeth.

Ha! That's nice and convenient - did you have to listen to the music you played, though? That's what I'd be worried about. (Uh, unless you have a soft-spot for Barnsey despite the whole leg-gnawing incident.)

This is a bit belated and I can’t believe I’m gonna de-lurk over something as inauspicious as Smiths and their strange taste-experiments, but yes, the pie-flavoured chips do exist (or they do in my obscure Canberra-esque corner at least).

a. Excellent, excellent. (Rubs hands together in unseemly fashion.)
b. You're in Canberra? Whereabouts? I'm an old Eddies boy, grew up in Griffith and then Narrabundah.

Hee - and in Canberra I don't think they even have them, so I find the entire concept confusing. Though I saw one on the coast once, which I easily identified via its large and helpful "Milkbar" sign.

There at least used to be one at the Manuka shops, facing Franklin Street. I suspect they've turned themselves into a common or garden variety lolly shop now.

There at least used to be one at the Manuka shops, facing Franklin Street. I suspect they've turned themselves into a common or garden variety lolly shop now.

It could still be there actually. I live out in Macgregor and I don't think I've been to Manuka shops. Tho' I had a friend who went to Narrabundah College, and I went down to see him a bit, so maybe I have been there at some point. Seriously, my geographical skills couldn't help me identify my own ass - I'm left trying to describe places to people, like "C'mon, you know where I'm talking about! It's sorta round and squishy, it's really nearby, but you've seen a lot more of it that I have...how can you not know where I'm thinking of?" It's quite amazingly pathetic :).

I'm left trying to describe places to people, like "C'mon, you know where I'm talking about! It's sorta round and squishy, it's really nearby, but you've seen a lot more of it that I have...how can you not know where I'm thinking of?" It's quite amazingly pathetic :).

Actual directions once given by my mother: "Turn where the tree used to be."

Seriously, my geographical skills couldn't help me identify my own ass...

I'd be worried if they could. "Well, a little like Norway, since you ask."

I live out in Macgregor, in Belconnen, and I don't think I've been to Manuka shops.

Parking's become a bit troublesome there, though options have been constructed. They'e not bad - some decent eateries (not sure if the Ottoman is still there), and my grandmother used to give piano recitals at the theatre before it became a cinema. But it's probably a touch overpriced to be a truly great shopping centre.

OTOH, I was appalled to discover that Kingston basically shuts down on a Sunday. At least you can still eat in Manuka on a weekend.

It's quite amazingly pathetic

Most used direction in my repertoire?

“Left, Left! The other left!!”

If you’re driving, and I’m the direction finding duck, and my hand isn’t waving in your face? Turn left :)

Ha! That's nice and convenient - did you have to listen to the music you played, though? That's what I'd be worried about. (Uh, unless you have a soft-spot for Barnsey despite the whole leg-gnawing incident.)

We could hear the music but that was okay b/c way back then, I didn't actually hate any of it. When we did the show, Triple M was the first and only, FM station in operation in South Australia. 5SSA-FM (later to become SA-FM) didn't start broadcasting until a few months later. For the first 3 or 4 years of its life, 5SSA was a great station. They didn't play as much alternative music as Triple M but they mainly played album tracks and less popular music. However, by the mid-80s that had all changed. I'd been working for a few years and invariably SA-FM was blaring out of a radio and slowly driving me insane with repeated playing of the same Barnsey, or Cold Chisel, or Led Zeppelin, or similar, songs.

Things have changed now. When the interstate, commercial Triple M, eventually won the court case and forced the original, local, public-broadcaster Triple M, to change its name so they could muscle into the South Australian market, they took over the mantle of wankers-playing-the-same-old-crap-every-fucking-day.

Ironically, when I'm working at the shop, I now change the station to SA-FM, from Triple M. I would prefer to put it to JJJ but the boss reckons the customers don't like that "shit". :)

It's quite amazingly pathetic

See, that sums me up perfectly b/c ...

"Left, Left! The other left!!"

...is also my usual method of direction giving.