Ziggy Stardust Vs. Aladdin Sane

So. I'm very meticulous when it comes to getting things right. And no one ever seems to get Aladdin Sane right. And yes, I realize that Aladdin is basically just a development of Ziggy. But at the same time, Aladdin is still Aladdin and not Ziggy Stardust. Different album, different character.

Aladdin Sane is actually the most famous character Bowie created when people think of Bowie. The lightning bolt makeup, the red mullet. Yet Ziggy Stardust is the most well known by name of Bowie's characters. And the thing is, people always mistake Aladdin Sane for Ziggy Stardust. When in fact, Ziggy never had a lightning bolt... to the best of my knowledge that is.

Ziggy Stardust looked like this:


And this is Aladdin Sane:


...just sayin'.

PHOAAAAR!!!

He is high as balls and a half. Like omg. This is why I do not do cocaine. IT ISN'T SEXY!!

Trick Or Treat, Thank You, Happy Halloweeeeeeeen

I used to have this creeper skeleton hand that would say those three phrases. It doubled as a candy bag collector thing before I got old enough to use a pillow case. Anyway. Halloween is in a week and I've only just decided what I'm being. Zombie GaGa. Because being actual Lady GaGa just isn't messy enough for me. I'm going for that more, newly dead, look than that rotting corpse look. Sort of like I have only just burst from the ground (dirt included). In order to do this, I have had to do some research on what actual dead people look like.

Now, as at least my parents are completely aware, dead bodies give me the creeps at funeral homes. I don't want to look at them, I don't want to touch them, and if there is an open casket, I'll be in the other room, thank-you-very-much. Apparently when my grandfather died, everyone went to go see him get cremated... where was I? At summer camp putting a car together. Funnest day ever! I wonder what I would have come up with to get me out of that had I not had camp to go to?

Anyway. The point is. I don't like dead bodies when they're like, 3 feet away. Apparently I'm not at all bothered by pictures though. In fact, I'm quite intrigued. There's this picture of a body lying open on an autopsy table. I'm sure most people think that's gross... but I'm absolutely fascinated by it. The main thing I've noticed about these bodies, is that in order to look dead, you have to have a kind of blue tinge to your lips. I think that's the key, because apart from that, and all the blood and gore of having severed legs and opened thoraxes, they look asleep.

I find myself obsessing over David Bowie of late. Because he is hot. And I really want his hair. And I wonder why in the world I never watched Labyrinth when I was a kid. Possibly my parents wanted to protect me from David Bowie's giant crotch that stars in nearly every scene. I'm sure I would have thoroughly enjoyed it though. Instead of being in love with Christopher Reeve and Harrison Ford forever, I could have been that one awesome six year old who walked around in Bowie t-shirts singing Space Oddity or something. Ah, well. I'll just get his face tattooed on my arm with his scene girl hair to make up for lost time at some point.

I've finally gone to the store and discovered they have a vegetarian and other health nuts aisle. Which makes it so much easier for me to stop being lame and go back to being vegan. They even have tofurkey!!! Stoked. Tofurkey is my favourite food in the world. Which reminds me that I am hungry and should go make some tofu scramble and juice. In a sec. Or two.

This is all for now. =]

What? I Can't Hear You

Homigod. I think I've gone deaf. Well. Not really. But there is that fuzzy buzzing sound in my ears. The one you get from listening to music that is too loud for too long. The kind that makes your eyes tear up, that only more noise can kind of cure. Yeah. That. My least favourite. Oh well.

I just got home from seeing Tiësto at Arrow Hall in Mississauga. Wherever that is.

I went in a giant, ridiculous circle on the TTC to get there... sigh. But it took up time, so that was good. I stood in line for a little bit and made a new friend. His name is Patrick and he's from Switzerland. Total gentleman, by the way.

The warm-up DJs were okay. Tiësto went on a little after 11:30 (I got there at about 8:40 and the show started at 9). It was really intense, actually. The bass was pounding so hard it screwed with heartbeats and you could barely breathe. It was half-way between awesome and torture. I'm not quite sure how anyone manages to go to a whole show like that drunk or high. I think if I attempted it, I'd probably vomit and then die. Also, drinks were nearly $10... yeah fuck that.

At one point, the music cut off from the speakers, but I guess it was still going on in the headphones, because Tiësto was still up there jamming away not noticing that we were just standing there listening to nothing. Then he took off his headphones and was like, "OH." Fun times.

Fifteen to twenty minutes into his set, I weaseled my way up against the barrier and stayed there for the rest of the show. One of the security dudes was really enjoying himself which was fun to watch since security dudes usually just stand there acting like it's the most boring music on earth.

Anyway, at the end of his set, Tiësto put on Traffic, which is his signature song, and then hopped off the stage and went up and down the barrier giving high fives and what not. I touched him tee-hee!

Patrick and I left then to avoid giant crowds and we walked to some 24-7 diner and got dinner. Afterward, I got a cab home and Patrick walked back to his hotel I guess. Coolest cab driver ever. Superman 2 was on in the restaurant, and that's my favourite of the Superman movies, so now I have to watch it online. Toodles!