Not being a great spender, I have resigned myself to wait until DVD recorders are as cheap as chips. It can’t be far away as US chain Wal-Mart sold DVD players for bargain basement price of $29 at the start of the pre-christmas consumer binge. I’m not too sure I’d walk over another human being to get a cheap entertainment device though…Woman crushed in rush at DVD sale.
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Monthly Archive for November, 2003
I got my camera out of it’s case this morning, all ready to get some early morning photos of graffiti that got sprayed onto the wall of the abandonned shop 30 metres from my from door when it didn’t work. It’s broken. Shit! My 4 year old Pentax megasuperdoopercompact 130mm zoom camera is rooted. All beacuse the On/Off switch is broken. It’ll cost 200 pesos to fix it whereas I can go digital for about the same price. What would you do?
Anyhow, the graffiti on the red brick wall reads “LESBIANISM – WHY SETTLE 4 LESS.” Next to it is a stencil of an elegant looking heart with the word ‘CUNT’ inside it. I’d like to document the pro-lez graffiti of my neighbourhood, after all there is lots of it. I find it interesting that graffiti relating to sexuality is on walls. One of the attractions of Melbourne is the graffiti. It’s not ugly. It’s a sign that there’s a different train of thought trying to bust out of the daily grind. It’s healthy. In my travels I’ve noticed that a city that is well scribbled on tends to be a city of ideas, a city of historical (on a world scale ) significance or a city where significant cultural/political upheaval has taken place. Whatever.
Maybe some enlightened readers of this tripe could point me in the direction of someone’s thesis on this subject. If not, maybe I’ve found something weird to PHD myself with.
Amongst other weirdness today I was trolling the web for pet food companies (don’t fucking ask why) and came across the strangest product description. “The range, which includes food in both dry and wet formats…” Formats? Well shit, I suppose a pie is dual formatted since it contains pastry and gravy based offal. My pasta is generally eaten in soft format and potato chips in hard format. Normally most crap as mentioned above is returned to the sewerage system in soft format. God almighty.
See ya later Steve. It’s very good of him to quit and make room for another 28+ year old player. I wish the selectors would pick some yoof. It’s been a while since a young bloke got given a go in the test team.
No NaNoWriMo excuses for me not posting much. Y’see I bought a dot com dot ay you domain and have been busy planning a retirement venture (no, it doesn’t involve giving investment seminars).
One of the chief problems of living in a built up area and owning a cat is trying to keep your cat in it’s own turf. In my pre-marriage days I hated ALL cats. All they’d do was piss on my herb garden and crap on my newly planted marijuana seeds (only joking mummy!). I can’t lie though. I grew my pot seeds on the front verandah thinking mum and dad wouldn’t know the difference between “pot” and my palm tree production line. Wrong! They were far more edumacated. Being children of the sixties themselves I was given a good belting and let off scot free only to become the drug pusher that I am now. Anybody want some?
What was I yakking about? O’ yeah.
Cats.
Fuckers.
Anyway, tonight this poofy, spotted white and black cat came into my yard and it started spitting and hissing at my (wife’s) cat. I went inside to the fridge for some entertainment only to come back out to the backyard for some good old fashioned biffo. I thought watching a boxing match was pretty good until I saw two cats doing what comes naturally. Naturally I took the side of the home side moggy as it is I who feeds him most mornings.
Beefcake.
I suppose I could scribe about more important things like Istanbul being turned upside down by… but that’s just us stupid humans scrapping for turf like we’ve always done. Tame homo sapiens aren’t we?
is what I was told while walking back home from buying onions and garlic at the local greengrocer this morning. There wasn’t much I could say back to the drunk man who spoke those words. I just said “thanks mate, I’ll do what I can.” He didn’t reply or chase after me so I suppose I said the right thing. Gotta keep the local drunks happy. Yep.
There seems to be a wholelotta discussion about manhood lately in various blogs. Some of it has stemmed from the television show Queer eye for the straight guy. There’s been far too much analysis (he he – analysis starts with anal…ahem!) of this stupid TV show. Who cares? You are who you are and if you need to justify the reasons for being who you are then you are obviously faking it. Manhood and womanhood are the same thing. It’s all about being human, coping with life and finishing your journey being satisfied with the way you’ve travelled.
Dumb game show ideas. Graham never ceases to amaze me with his meme creating powers.
Interesting. If you do an internet search on a country name, you will just about always get the C.I.A FACTBOOK site in the top two results (unless the country you happen to search for is rich and/or not a member of the axis-of-evil). Bring on artificial intelligence. Bring it on quickly so google-bots can spot bullshit. Please! For example, Chile’s “background” description is as brief and as innaccurate as you can possibly get. Vietnam’s description is probably even worse. What a load of wank (just don’t remind me of the wank factor in linking to those sites, thus raising their ranking in googlewank).
English.
A few news sources have run articles about the remarkable Jessica Lynch rescue in Iraq a few months ago. Ask anyone who reads a newspaper and they’ll tell you she was beaten, raped and shot by barbaric Iraqi troops. The Age has a syndicated piece here and The Guardian has an article here that challenge the official Pentagon story. Hmm. Strange things happen in war!
Summer is in the air. It’s been a slow start to the warmer season here in Melbourne but you can tell the warmer weather is around the corner because people slowly start to rid themselves of their Seasonal Affective Disorder. There are short skirts everywhere (not that married men notice these things) and suits kicking footy in the gardens. About time!
Distributing Music Over Telephone Lines. Shit ‘eh! How times have changed.
While every man and his two dogs are yamming on about The Matrix, here’s an alternative called The Meatrix. Beware – contains anti-corporation propaganda.
A little more Flash goodness comes your way via www.spankbush.com. Wait for it to load then give ‘im a good ol’ spankin’.
It’s a cool Sunday night in November and I am buggered. 2 games of cricket in two days is hard. Not that today’s intra-pub game was hard, but playing with a can in one hand and catching/fielding a ball with the other can be difficult. Oh and if anybody cares, and The Tote Hotel beat the pants off The Rose Hotel.
Yeah. Yay. Whoop whoop. Uni is done for the year. Now I’ll have time (maybe) to get some good photos up on this site.
I could get all politicky with this entry but we all know that John Howard is a scare mongering prick and that Amanda Vanstone reminds us of that English teacher in year 12 that was a total cow and wouldn’t give straight answers to perfectly reasonable questions. Ergh!
A big weekend of cricket playing beckons. Tomorrow I play a club game and then Sunday is a big one. The Tote Hotel vs the Rose Hotel, Fitzroy. The who’s who of Melbourne’s music scene will be there playing, drinking, BBQing, cheering and watching. So if you have a spare moment during the day on Sunday, drop in to watch some very amateurish cricket. Ramsden Street Reserve, Clifton Hill from 12.30pm.
All of a sudden every bastard is an expert tipster.
The US has always flexed it’s muscles to defend the rights of it’s citizens. One thing I never knew is that an entire island in the Indian Ocean was evacuated in the 1970s for a US/UK military base. Recently the Inuit people of Greenland have been getting stroppy about their eviction nearly 50 years ago at the beginning of the ‘cold war’. These issues are still hanging over from the ‘cold war’ and it makes me wonder what sort of issues will be left for future generations to sort out after the current ‘war against terror’ has run out of steam, or relevance.
In a word … sore. I played cricket today. It was a one day international between Glen Iris C.C. and Richmond Union C.C. (my club). I got 4/36 and high scored with the bat. It was my best day out in 5 years. About bloody time. The only problem was that we lost. Shit!
Oh, and the international rules experiment at the MCG last night was fantastic to see. I queued up at 5pm to get great general admission seats in the pouring rain. The Bundaberg Rum warmed me up though. It warmed up quite a few middle-aged Irish men as well. I’ll tell you what – all middle-aged Irish men look like farmers. Maybe they all are? I dunno.