Secret Hand Shake

I'm freaking Natasha out with my simulated secret handshake - the handshake I hypothesise as giving Brent special privileges at the Nat Lib (ie enabling him to take out library books. Tut). Last night I watched Chris Knox sing to Bill Hammond paintings, but enjoyed the Tracey Moffatt works LOTS more. I'm going back again... could watch "Love" forever. It makes me think stuff... like about women... and men... and emotional and physical abuse... and differing standards thereof... and the co-dependence generally coined 'love'... and the fact that as a rule I rather enjoy all that passion and drama. And about how much I like old movies. The other night I watched Liza Minnelli in New York New York, and discovered that my love and admiration for her and her dysfunction goes beyond her role in Cabaret. Secretly, I kind of want to be her, which is an odd thing to desire. I also secretly kind of want to be Anais Nin (also dysfunctional) and I want to be Peta Mathias *sigh*. I could be some kind of freaky Liza/Anais/Peta combo. I wonder if Peta Mathias ever googles herself. If she did she'd discover my scary stalker love of her. Hm. [I listened to her on the Nat Rad the other day and she was fab - S sent me in her direction when he switched on the radio, keeping in mind my stalker love. Good boy.]