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So I’ve been thinking about ways of getting to the US for cheap, and I think I’ve come up with the perfect plan. The idea is to get myself people smuggled to christmas island, whereby I’ll be picked up by some Australian border patrol and shipped off quicksmart for the US, as part of the Howard Government’s brand new exchange program. It even comes with a brief 5 year stop over in the south pacific on the island of Nauru, where I’m assured the facilities are no worse than your standard backpackers. (Hehe, that reminds me of the time we spent at that backpackers in Melbourne. They liked us staying so much they put up razorwire and hired some armed guards to stop us leaving. Ha! It was so much fun three of us attempted suicide. Oh the hilarity!)

Then to get back all I’ll need to do is paddle around florida in a leaky boat and speak with a Cuban accent, and quicker than you can say "I have a visa", I’m back on a plane heading home. Only thing to do after that is tell someone i’m an Australian citizen before I’m accidentally deported to the Philippines. But hey, even if they do deport me (and let’s face it, there’s every chance that they would, citizenship or no citizenship), it’s just more opportunity for wacky adventures. You wanna come?

Gah!, can’t sleep, so now i’m blogging. I went to bed at 10pm, so very very tired, but my brain keeps ticking over. I think its because I’m so damn bored now that I’m back at work, but i’m too tired to meaningfully look for a new job this late at night.

Anyway, so there’s a new Tori Amos album coming out at the end of the month. Every gayboy and his pomeranian is going freaking nuts over it on the internet. The lesbians have more sense. Don’t get me wrong, I love Tori and her work, but I was quite disappointed with her last album, The Beekeeper. Yawn, ’twas very adult contemporary. The album before, Scarlet’s Walk, I thought was brilliant, but she went for this total America motif with the thing, so it verged a little into country at times, and rated well on the Adult Contemporary charts over in the US. I like a little bit of country (for the drama queen in me), but she went to a very beige place after Scarlet’s Walk. Admittedly, she has said in interviews that she wanted to pull back on the anger and obscurity and go a bit nicer and accessible for the Beekeeper as she was in a nuturing place for her newish daughter, and now it was time to bring the rage back as her daughter is now old enough to understand what mommy does. Anyhow, I’m waiting to hear the new album, American Doll Posse, before getting too excited about it. So far it sounds promising, but the one song I’ve heard, Big Wheel, is still very country and leaves me apprehensive.

The other thing that annoys me is that as promo for the new album each "doll" in the "posse" has its own blog somewhere on the internet, which strikes me as a trifle bandwagony, and may have been an interesting exercise two years ago, but now seems just a little naff. I think what she did with Scarlet’s Walk, and the associated website Scarlet’s Web, was much more progressive and interesting.

The things that do excite me about the whole thing are new music, and the big possiblity that I’ll be over in north america at the same time that she’s touring there, which would make it easier to a number of her shows, and then she’ll reportedly be touring here in september, and I could see her again, which would be awesome even if the new album ain’t that great.

Maybe, just maybe, I might be able to get over to vancouver for queeruption. The car plan has been nixed, which means no heavy load of debt to carry round in the mean time. It would just be a matter of swinging the time off work, and still being able to afford the airfare, various costs of travel, and still pay the rent here while I’m gone. 4 weeks hardly seems long enough, so I’m thinking maybe 6 weeks. 1 and a half in Vancouver, 2 in new york, 2 in london, the rest would be flying time. Gosh, it sounds like such a possibility.

 Meanwhile, I had an awesome dream last night about missing Miss J, sex venues, conferences and beer. I think its a sign.

New words are always fun, and sometimes not suitable for children. I googled snurd gurgling, but google thought I might have meant snerd nurgling, so I looked up both in Urban Dictionary. Isn’t it interesting that these two phrases probably started of as the same, but through the miracle of language, the pronunciation and meaning have shifted.