Published on
29th of April 2007 in
General.
John Howard is a c*#t. Sorry for the strong language but it’s true. He is a selfish, arrogant, self-serving, conservative, conceited c*#t.
On the other hand we have Kevin Rudd. An opportunistic, conservative, god-bothering c*#t.
If only I had someone ridiculous to vote for at the next federal election. In that case I might just bother to get out of bed for those useless federal government pricks. Instead I have a ‘Tony Blair’ style Labor party and a Liberal party that makes me want to launch a people’s revolution armed with folk ballads and friggin’ sunflowers.
Where’s the choice? Where’s the variety? I’m always right. I’m nearly there. I have 4 years left.
Published on
27th of April 2007 in
brisbane.
Recently I commented on a blog over at Brisbane’s newest media outlet, Fairfax’s Brisbane Times. It’s a blog called ‘Viva Bris Vegas’ by a bloke called Conal Hanna. Sure, it’s not as high-brow as some of Fairfax’s other blogs but it’s light reading and tends to be about pubs, beer and attempting to have fun – which are all things that are very close to my heart. The one thing that is highly disappointing is the reach of poker machines in Brisbane. I have been looking for a small pub with NO buttoned-bandits and have failed. I hate those fucking things. Therefore, from now on all my drinking must take place in bars – not pubs.
Not wanting to sound like a snooty southerner (which I am I suppose – even after 16 months of living here in Brisbane) but I miss Melbourne’s inner-city pubs and the choice/variety that is on offer. There’s music pubs, quiet and refined pubs, fine cuisine pubs, get sloshed and fall over pubs and pokie pubs. It just seems that every Brisbane pub is trying to be a mixture of the fine cuisine and pokie variety. I hope that there is one, just one, pub owner who has the guts to ditch the pokies and go head first in live music or create a hotel that people visit to interact solely with other people – not machines.
I know – it’s a dream.
Published on
26th of April 2007 in
graffiti.
A photo of some pretty creative graffiti all the way from Detroit, Michigan Columbus, Ohio (thanks bluishorange). If you’ve been to London you’ll know what it’s all about.
Published on
24th of April 2007 in
General.
Every now and again you just have to wonder what happened. What you did or didn’t do to deserve it. What you could’ve changed, or what you should or shouldn’t have done. It’s OK, as I sit here and type this I’m not planning a suicide pact nor am I a victim of anything more than a bad start to the week. Sheesh, everybody has those at least 26 times a year.
I was sitting in a traffic jam in South Brisbane today, in Cordelia St. to be exact. I was watching as a large group of Aboriginal kids (just kids – 16 years old tops) were sniffing solvents out of well-used soft drink bottles. They were doing it outside an Ozcare depot. All of a sudden one of the kids jumped up and ran across the street. Since there was no moving traffic it looked like a pretty easy thing to do. Unfortunately one of the four one-way lanes was empty except for a lone car zipping up the inside lane to turn left at Peel St. BANG.
Car hits kid, kit hits bitumen with that horrible sort of hollow thud. As far as I could see there was pretty much nothing more to be done than hope for the best and call for the paramedics. Everybody always wishes that they never see someone die. It’s not a nice thing at all.
After a short conversation with the cops I was off and on my way – continuing my life but watching on in my rear vision mirror as another life was most probably ending.
Published on
19th of April 2007 in
General.
This blog got hacked last night. There’s a first time for everything ‘eh!
It was surprisingly easy to repair the damage though. Wordpress is fantastic – but it worries me that the hackers are targeting Wordpress.
The price of fame.
Published on
18th of April 2007 in
General.
Not having the time to write anything here is a real drag. I love telling random strangers how fucked up and dorky I am.
In order to gain the time to perform much more blogging at a later stage, say in 2 or 3 years, I am working ridiculous hours in my day job for the Queensland Government and a stupid amount of hours for myself in the hope of quitting the day job in a few years. All this extra work is taking its toll. Especially on the cat. Our cat has taken to crapping on doorsteps or carpets if we don’t come home from work before sunset. Good tactics. Especially when you step on a cat-egg on the doormat in near darkness and then tramp it through the house. I’m sure the cat just sits there in the front garden with a grin thinking, “that’s what you get for not feeding me on time you homo sapien scum.”
I was planning on posting a week-long series of cab driver stories from the days when I drove for Brisbane Cabs (now defunct) in 1995 and 1997. I have decided to compile more of those stories and put them on their own page. They are funny, disturbing and well…some are very sexually explicit. But all reach the same conclusion – that the human race is not just hilarious, but doomed.
Published on
6th of April 2007 in
General.
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