Monthly Archive for March, 2008

Never fear…beer bong man is here.

Spotted on a sign in the Valley, Brisbane.

Beer bong sticker on a no standing sign

Sixpax for the masses.

All the blogs that I love have turned to shit. Including this.

Graham has lost the blojo (my word – short for ‘blog mojo’ – though it’s a little close to a blowjob for my liking but what the heck!). Update: Blojo has already been invented. No matter how hard I try, I can never be original.

Shauna has released a book and has been slack lately blogwise.

Momo is busy living it up Melbourne stylee. Update: Momo has broken her silence in a big, big, big way.

Ben has become lost in his Canadian wonderland.

Alison is making beads too much…either that or somebody didn’t pay the mortgage on her rented apartment and she got kicked out (is every American defaulting on their home loan).

Lightningfield.com hasn’t posted a photo is donkey’s years.

The Monkey Puzzle has gone the same way as this blog.

Zen for Lunch, my favourite Canadian blogginess is rarely updated with the usual craziness.

Grouse is dead.

Fridaysixpm is all static…

and Suki disappeared after the Kevin ‘07 project was pulled off.

Too many more to mention but I must plead with all bloggers to keep it up because I am sick of Facefuck, I mean Facebook friends that haven’t bothered to contact me for 10 years but still want to be buddies, and the proliferation of MySpace crap. Where’s the intelligent humour gone? Where is the whining? Where are the the book reviews, movie reviews and ‘have you heard this new song?’ posts? Bring back the blog!

Noticing things

Today I was admiring a street in Spring Hill, which is an inner-city suburb of Brisbane. I couldn’t figure out why I thought the street looked so nice, so hospitable and so welcoming. I didn’t have my camera with me, which is very unusual. I like to take photos of anything that catches my eye during my day. The admiration took place at about 9 in the morning and it didn’t dawn (or dusk?) on me until 7 this evening that the reason the street looked beautiful was that it didn’t have any power lines or cables hanging from poles.

Australian cities are so bloody ugly with poles and cables hanging everywhere.

What have you noticed lately? Obscure answers will be accepted with pleasure.