Bullshit: Straight Up Bullshit

Grumble grumble grumble

OK, first on the bullshit list: my local Asian supermarket used to sell these awesome Pringle knock-offs. They were fucking delicious, much tastier than real Pringles, and cheaper too. I only discovered them a month ago, but I've bought a shitload since then. I walked in today... all gone. All. Gone. And other stuff was on the shelf in its place, so I don't think they're gonna stock them anymore I just found them! And I've never seen them anywhere else, let alone anywhere nearby--I can't even find them online. I'm gonna go check another Asian supermarket tomorrow, but I don't think I'm gonna find them there.

Second, and more importantly, on the bullshit list: I looked at the Sydney Uni comedy page on Facebook today to yet again try and work out how to contact them, seeing as they don't respond to Facebook messages or emails. I knew their show tomorrow might be the last show they do for the year, seeing as they don't put on shows during the holidays. They also don't seem to respond to posts on their wall, even if they're inquiries about wanting to perform; but they do respond to comments on the events they post for each week. Thing is, they post these events, like, 2–3 hours before the show starts, and it's in Sydney; it's basically gonna take me  2–3 hours to even get there, leaving no time for them to respond before I have to leave.

So, given I don't have a lecture tomorrow, what I thought I'd do was wait till they post the event on Facebook, immediately ask if I could perform there, then high-tail it to the train station and make my way up to the bar where they perform. Once I found somewhere with wifi, I could check their response. If it was a yes, then yippee, I get to perform; if not, no biggie, I can still watch the show anyway.

Seeing as it is their final show, they posted the event early this time. Unfortunately, for me, their final show of the year is women-performers only. That shits me up the wall. Not the fact they have a women's only show—it's their bar, they can run the show however they want—but rather the fact I contact them three fucking weeks ago about this shit and couldn't even get a response before one of the other 3 non-segregated shows they had. It's not like I left this till the last minute; I gave myself plenty of time, but there's nothing I can do when they don't reply, now is there? How the fuck do they even set this up if there's no way to get in contact with them? How? That doesn't make any sense to me. Even if they came back with a 'no', I'd be fine, cos that's closure. This is just annoying. I'll try again next year for sure, but seriously, respond this time. Please.

On a slightly more positive note, I've asked the local comedy club if I can do open mic. No response yet (I did only ask last night :P), but hopefully they actually get back to me. These guys were, if I remember correctly, advertising their open mic thingy in town for a while, but when I went to their site, there was no mention of open mic at all, so I don't even know if they still do it. In any case, I shall report when they get back to me.

It also won't intercede with my sleepover; I fucked up the maths on that one. So I can't take my friends to see me perform live, but I can hopefully get it taped so they can watch the video if they want to (or I can just perform it for them, whatever. I don't even know if they wanna see it at all yet :P).




I've also noticed some weird social behaviours of mine. I went to a comedy show recently, and after the show, the comedian offered to sell/sign DVDs and take pictures. I always take that offer when I see it. I get another comedy special to watch, I capture a memory to cherish, and I support someone I want to support--what's not to like? Perhaps the fact that as soon as I walked up to the table to line up for my DVD, I was nervous as shit. I was like "why am I nervous? This guy's cool! He's a cool guy. He's about as far from a dickhead as you can get. What are you afraid of?" I couldn't answer those questions, nor stop myself from freaking out. When I got my picture taken with him, I was incredibly tense; I couldn't relax at all. It wasn't like I was doing anything wrong: he offered to take pictures, and was happy to do it. I really hate that, when I feel embarrassed and I don't know why.

Second thing that happened: I went into town one day, and someone I knew in high school was on the bus. I didn't see them until I got off, when they tapped me on the shoulder to say hi. Everything went fine for about 30 seconds, until I realised he was walking past where I needed to go, and instead of saying "I have to go, talk to you later" or something, I literally just stopped and took out my iPod for a minute, looked to make sure he was far enough away (or at least that he knew I wasn't next to him anymore), then went where I needed to go. Seriously, what was that? Would he honestly have cared if I said I needed to go into the building I was right beside, rather than wherever he was going? It's not like I don't like the guy—had we had a similarly-placed destination, I would happily have walked and chatted with him the whole way—so why did I just stop? That's really weird, and also impolite, something I try not to be. I honestly thought about messaging him on Facebook to apologise :P



Shall post again when I get a response from the local comedy club (and if the 'no response' trend keeps up, you may never hear from me again :P).