Brisbane’s publicity campaign reaches new heights.
A blog written in Brisbane, Australia predominantly dealing with Australian culture, news, politics and sport.
Monthly Archive for August, 2008
Someone just commented on a blog post I made over two years ago about the gentrification of Brisbane’s inner-suburbs. I’d forgotten all about that post. It’s sad to say, but when a pole-dancing club is about to open in West End, you know it’s time to move out and let the nouveau riche move in. Watch girls dance around poles all night and drink imported beer…mmmmm, sounds like a fun night out.
Wow! Three days in a row of blog posts. Quantity doesn’t equate to quality though.
After 32 months living here in Brisbane I am finally settling down and finding time to do things that I used to like doing. Like typing useless bullshit on this blog, appreciating my surroundings and relaxing where possible. Just a tip, if you want a very relaxing lifestyle don’t borrow a big stack of money off a bank to buy an inner-city house. Particularly one made of wood and held together by flaking paint.
So, yeah, ok. There’s TINCOG to muse. I am seriously considering launching a bid for my suburb, Annerley, to host the 2016 Amateur Olympics. At least Somalia, China, Sudan and Pakistan won’t have to send a team. They’re all here already. I love Annerley.
The olympics are nearing the end again for another 4 years. Fantastic.
You may be tempted to call me a miserable prick but I don’t care. The olympics is a disgusting event that does absolutely nothing for international relations and doesn’t showcase the best athletes in the world at all. It just showcases the world’s best government funded individuals – no exceptions.
Every athlete who wins a gold medal and then cashes in by endorsing breakfast cereals or sports drinks should be taxed so hard their wallet/purse explodes. My hard earned tax $$$ pay for their airfares, their subsidised training, their subsidised meals and professionally provided mental preparation classes. Just like university tuition fees (in Australia anyway), every athlete who benefits from their government assistance owes the taxpayer for their support.
Yes, even the table tennis players. Nothing would make me happier than to see the synchronised swimmers get boiled alive in their pool.
Piss off XXVII olympiad or whatever it is!
Brisbane’s CBD has been undergoing great change in the last 10 years – at the moment it is full of cranes, construction workers and too much building of glass and stainless steel boxes. I’m glad someone else feels the same way I do about modern design.
It’s about time for my monthly posting on this forgotten corner of the place composed of 0s and 1s. I could rant about the things that are annoying me, but I couldn’t be bothered. I could share with you all the things that aren’t annoying me too, but can’t really be bothered doing that either.
Instead I will indulge in some poo-pooing of one of my secondary school teachers. I wrote a creative piece in my English class in year 11 (back in 1988 I think), which was failed by my English teacher. I wrote it fairly well. While my grammar can be shite at times, I can express my ideas effectively in print. My science teacher thought it was brilliant. And what was the subject I hear you ask?
I was told that my ‘ideas were so fanciful that I should consider brain surgery.’ That old English teacher is probably dead now and my whacky story has come true. Plastic is now so valuable that old dumps are being mined for their plastic content – at US$500 a tonne and rising plastic is the new gold…well, almost, sort of, kind of…