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Wikileaks US Consulate Sit-In III

Friday, 26th October.

(Previously; previouslyer.)

It’s always about upping the ante – but due to unforseen circumstances, this one wound up being an unexpectedly massive clusterfuck.

WACA press release. Herald Sun coverage.

Bedlam’s vid of the main action:

Compilation of videos I shot in the Consulate lobby (my phone ran out of space just before we got dragged out):

FB post alluding to what happened after that:

And to close with some comic relief, here’s a video of Brother Lutz getting threatened with arrest out the front of the building for being an enemy of the state dropping a cigarette butt:

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Wikileaks US Consulate Sit-In (Redux)

Enemies of the state, apparently.

My video tweets. FB photo album.

Sean’s video:

Lutz’s video (feat. special guest star Noam Chomsky):

Kenji’s video (the attention of concerned friends and/or state-violence-porn afficianados is particularly directed to about the nine minute mark):

(Previously.)

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Drinks In Celebration Of Robert Doyle’s Spectacular Social Media Downfall @ Chez Hag

Friday, 10th August.

Carl Scrase explains everything.

Ben telling anti-jokes at about 3am (wait for it):

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Overnight Occupy Tuesday #7

OO Tuesday #7: These Jokes Just Write Themselves

OO Tuesday #7: OM Reflects

OO Tuesday #7: Milkcrate

OO Tuesday #7: Troy, Warren & Carina

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Overnight Occupy Tuesday #5

OO Tuesday #5: Occy

OO Tuesday #5: Troy, Sara & me in the tree

OO Tuesday #5: Road less travelled

This was the first OO Tuesday to be subjected to a morning police/council raid:

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Final Pre-May Day Haymarket Collective Meeting At Saxton’s House

Tommo

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Occupy Friday #16

OccFri #16: Scrase For Mayor

OccFri #16: Open Your Eyes

Video shot by Chloe of in-hindsight-kind-of-hilarious Kenji arrest drama at Fed Square in the evening, where a small group had gone to disrupt a Kony 2012 rally (I unfortunately missed this, having taken off earlier for Studdsy’s 30th birthday party):

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The Occuparty

Saturday, 31st March / Sunday, 1st April.

This long-awaited and much-anticipated function at James Muldoon’s house to celebrate the scheduled end of OM’s as-it-turned-out-not-actually-finished-yet Federal Court litigation against Melbourne City Council was – perhaps predictably – a clusterfuck. But perfectly so.

I was late and missed most of it except the disastrous conclusion and surreal, prolonged aftermath. Not much media was captured, or at least not by me.

(UPDATE (11th Sept 2015): I found two pieces of audio. This one, captured at 2:15am on my way to Muldoon’s, and the one at the foot of this post, captured at 5:33am at Golden Towers in the city:)

All I have is notes:

Occuparty notes

I’m particularly sad I didn’t manage, despite trying, to record Cobina’s unforgettable trashed mic check after everyone was chucked out of Muldoon’s house at around 3am (“DOES THE COLLECTIVE / WISH TO PRIORITIZE / FOOD, OR ALCOHOL? / WE SHOULD MAKE A DECISION / AND PROCEED ON THAT BASIS. / YOU ARE ALL FUCKED. / YOU ARE ALL. FUCKED.”) – leaving a horde of feral occupiers running amok on the streets of Brunswick unable to reach consensus, and ultimately sitting stubbornly for hours and hours by the side of Sydney Rd throughout the night for no particular reason except that, y’know, that’s what occupiers do.

Here’s a photo I took during said sit-in at around 5am (the sign at the top, which you can’t read due to overexposure, said “WHELAN: THE WRECKER”. This seemed profoundly meaningful or at least funny at the time):

WHELAN: THE WRECKER

And here’s a photo of chalkage done by Kenji at City Square, where the two of us ultimately wound up, compass-like, at 7am:

CONFORITY IS THE ANTITHEIS OF FREEDOM

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Occupy TPPA, Day 1

FB Photo album / photo archive.

TPPA zombie attack @ the Melbourne Convention Centre

Mock & Awe

TPPA Go Away

TPPA banner drop @ Fed Square

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Mic Checking The RMIT Drone Forum

Explanatory blogpost by Simon Moyle.

Video account by Sean Bedlam:

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Stuff I Did This Year

In a nutshell: systematically climbed the fuck out of hell. Again. (See previously: 2005; 2007; 2009.)

And it’s good! Can’t complain.

🙂

“Friends – you know who you are; you know we’re grateful.” – Blur, 1993. (Seriously. If ever a year was about Who Your Real Friends Are, it was 2011.)

Similarly, those who have fucked me up and fucked me over this year most likely know who they are also, and possibly how I feel about this (hint: angry, bewildered and sad) – with the possible exception of the Rt Hon Lord Mayor of Melbourne Robert Doyle (note contact details), who I strongly suspect does not have any idea who I am.

(I also doubt he reads this blog. But since it just can’t be said often enough I might as well take this opportunity to (re)state, for the record: Robert Doyle, you’re a fucking cunt. You really are.)

The bulk of this year’s SIDTY post I rendered in audio format at the coast a few nights ago. It goes into a bit more detail (although, to be honest, not all that much). Enjoy:

You can see the pony...

... can't you?

Vale 2011. Viva 2012.

Happy new year!

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~ Occuparty ~

Saturday, 17th December.

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~ thank you for your compliance ~

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Obligatory Birthday Party Post

Saturday, 24th September.

An epic time was, needless to say, had.

The Patrick Porter award for the best present and best guest overall goes to Kirrily. The prize for the most perverse guests goes to the Keith! Party crew – comprising on this occasion Talkshow Boy, 2-SHEE, Hot God, Gezus and entourage including Ms C. C*ulter (alias unknown) – who turned up unfashionably early, immediately occupied what would normally be the dancing room and systematically set about turning it into a chillout room. WTF. (NB: And it was *great*.)

Prize for the most long-lost-but-pleasingly-now-seemingly-regained former CH party regular goes to Vicwie. Prize for the best guest who wasn’t able to attend physically but who came in essence goes, as always, to Wads. Prize for the best autographed copy of Kafka’s “Metamorphosis” and best Tasweigan mafia attaché goes to Doktor Midnight aka The Dan Cross Revolution. Prize for the best drug by almost universal consensus goes to nitrous oxide.

Prize for the most gobsmacking act of delusionality – not to mention the most concerted but nevertheless pathetically unsuccessful attempt to ruin a birthday party of mine in the history of the world – goes to the profoundly fucked in the head disappointing Ms G. Rouse. Prize for the most departing housemate of three years goes to Grim$ha.

Prize for the most heroically tenacious still-recovering-from-her-own-birthday-shenanigan-the-previous-night attendee and all-round best MC-Ren-would-you-please-give-your-testimony-to-the-jury-about-this-fucked-up-incident regaliousness goes to Toots.

Special award for the mouthiest ho goes, as it generally does, to Kat (see audio, below).

Extra special thanks to, y’know, everyone. Seriously.

Stark Reminder Of Mortality

(Previously; previously; previously.)

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Surprise SRC Gathering

Wednesday 12th May.

Budini & co @ Prudence

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