This modem and I are really not getting along.
Holy shit, though, the news I have.
When I found out I wasn't going to be allowed a comedy festival participants pass I spent some time considering knocking over a bank or at least a 7-11 then some more time mourning my grand 2010 travel plans as I tried to winnow my list of must-see shows down to a page or less.
Then, on the last day they were accepted, I sent in application for the funny tonne. I printed the form at the library and scribbled a quick draft on the scrap paper they have by the computers, tested the number of characters on twitter (it was over, but exactly 25 words and I was tired) then discovered they have no scanner there so convinced them to let me use their fax less than an hour before they closed.
This is a fun story, isn't it?
The point is I'm stupidly anxious all the time about ridiculous things but I GOT IN and this isn't ridiculous and I'm going to explode.
the funny tonne, for those of you who are unfamiliar, started in 2005 and is a competition of sorts between three people (two years ago it was three couples but I think that got too complicated) who see as many shows as they can over the three and a half week Melbourne Comedy Festival. The record is 123. In return we submit I think two short reviews a day and facebook and twitter on the go.
I lied on the application form and said I was all over mobile twittering and facebooking because I never thought they'd let me in and figured if they did I'd be saving such a mint I could buy an iphone guilt-free. Rather spurious logic as I'm still skint. I'm not dealing with this modem, I don't want another new and hostile thing. God, the stress. It'll be fun to do some proper writing though, and to tear through the festival not so crippled by poverty.
God, the stress.
Holy shit, though, the news I have.
When I found out I wasn't going to be allowed a comedy festival participants pass I spent some time considering knocking over a bank or at least a 7-11 then some more time mourning my grand 2010 travel plans as I tried to winnow my list of must-see shows down to a page or less.
Then, on the last day they were accepted, I sent in application for the funny tonne. I printed the form at the library and scribbled a quick draft on the scrap paper they have by the computers, tested the number of characters on twitter (it was over, but exactly 25 words and I was tired) then discovered they have no scanner there so convinced them to let me use their fax less than an hour before they closed.
This is a fun story, isn't it?
The point is I'm stupidly anxious all the time about ridiculous things but I GOT IN and this isn't ridiculous and I'm going to explode.
the funny tonne, for those of you who are unfamiliar, started in 2005 and is a competition of sorts between three people (two years ago it was three couples but I think that got too complicated) who see as many shows as they can over the three and a half week Melbourne Comedy Festival. The record is 123. In return we submit I think two short reviews a day and facebook and twitter on the go.
I lied on the application form and said I was all over mobile twittering and facebooking because I never thought they'd let me in and figured if they did I'd be saving such a mint I could buy an iphone guilt-free. Rather spurious logic as I'm still skint. I'm not dealing with this modem, I don't want another new and hostile thing. God, the stress. It'll be fun to do some proper writing though, and to tear through the festival not so crippled by poverty.
God, the stress.

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Your stellar luck with tickety-event-things continues! :D
It's wild, my belly's all twisted with the madness. My luck with tickets! The rest of my life falls apart but I get to sit close at lots of happy shows :D I told you about my Would I Lie to You adventure, right? Such an adventure.
This involves responsibility and planing though, jeepers creepers.
And you did indeed - David Mitchell-tastic!
I do like telling that story. David Mitchell!
This is so cool! I hope you win, or at least get to see ALL the shows you wanted to see *g*
We have an orientation thing on Wednesday and then I guess they let us loose. I haven't even opened the festival guide since I found out, it's too much! but tomorrow I'll draw a big festival calendar on my wall and plan and plan. If you have any advice or inside info *wink* let me know! I'm worried I'll end up hiding in the corner of a festival bar drinking and sobbing by the end of the week, but there will at least be free comedy in the meantime :)
The other thing to consider is shows you want to see vs shows you need to see to win *G* If you want to have fun, I'd say schedule in the stuff you WANT to see first, and then work around that. Even if it means reducing the number of shows you might have seen otherwise. I think enjoying yourself is more important than winning.
Oh, and if you need a place to crash that's walking distance from everything, we can probably offer a spare bed now and then :D
I have a mate who lives in North Melbourne but I imagine some nights even that will be too far to walk so may just take you up on that offer once or twice :)