At an impromptu picnic on a hillside next to the Myer Music Bowl. Seriously.
He said his name was ‘Gerling’, but his true identity was unmistakeable.
Category Archives: People
I Met Jesus On Christmas Eve
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Meredith (Part Two)
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Meredith (Part One)
I went to the Meredith Festival on the weekend.
It was awse, and then some.
(From their Frequently Given Answers:
No, it is not possible to sneak in. Vicious dogs and armed mercenaries patrol the fences.
NB This is a total lie.)
(To be continued.)
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Yeah, Y’know? It’s Wednesday & I Needed Something To Post About etc
(It is All About The Blog[*].)
I was also feeling a bit stinky and jaded about people including but not limited to myself, and for both of these reasons it was all quite serendipitous and I-heart-the-universe that a much beloved friend chose yesterday to give me a semi-random present which – although a relatively small thing in itself – was both a :)-inducing gesture, and well-novel and blogworthy and shit.
It’s a pocket edition of Twister in the form of a little plastic box, with the spinner on the front and the dots – which are about the size of fifty-cent coins – stashed in a sliding drawer underneath. It conveniently doubles as a keyring.
(Unfortunately I’ve now, almost immediately, gone and lost it. So I can’t post a picture like I was planning to. I have to make do with words, which is unfortunate coz I’m kind of over them. But so it goes.)
It’s not very practical. If you wanted to play, you’d also have to be carrying some kind of adhesive to fix the tiny dots in place on the ground, or wherever. It’s hard to see the whole thing working out. But that doesn’t matter.
Without wanting to go into benevolence overload and make everybody throw up: hooray for semi-random presents, and those rare people who bring us nothing but goodness generally. Yay for things that make us happy. Even if only passingly so in some cases.
Life is transitory. Yes it is.
In other news, my jury selection hearing today went well, in the sense that as chance would have it I was not selected to serve on an actual jury.
In a way I was disappointed; it might have been an interesting experience. But I can’t really afford the time off work. Stupid needing money to live etc.
Now I am going to bed, because between one thing and another I’m so sleep deprived that I’m starting to hallucinate.
Good night.
[*] NB It’s so not really All About The Blog[**].
[**] Although I do love my blog.
Filed under Benevolence, Here Is The News, People, Swings & Roundabouts
I’d Like To Thank The Academy
And also:
- Ms Emma S. White (so much)
- Ms Danielle “Macenaeas” Freakley (as well, but in a different way)
- Ms Jessica H. etc Kilby (as in “Jessica H. Kilby, what are you doing to me woman” etc)
- Mr Jaye de Koan nee ~ nee Eric Wouters (I don’t know what it is that you do exactly – but you’re really good at it, and you should definitely keep doing it. IMHO. PS Do not join the army.)
- The Artist Formerly Known As Robert Henley
- Nads
- Ms Megan Faith Motorscooting Evans
Honourable mentions:
- Semi / Robin
- Ads (see Jaye de Koan)
- Li (ditto)
- Ben (as well)
- Dozza
- Rick / American Guy
- Ev
- Jessica K. Reftel Evans
- Martha, somehow
- Dave, also
- Avery Cardoza (in some obscure way; we have at least three quite significant things in common, anyways)
- The Veronicas
- Els
- and, why not, Anna Pearson (we got messy together when she was just a little kiddy, apparently)
And last but not least, my mum. Thanks for having me, etc. I appreciate it.
And various other people.
You are all – in your assorted different ways – special to me, and I love yiz. For whatever it’s worth.
That is all.
PS Interview went well.
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Personality Test Redux
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This Month Has Been Totally Surreal
It’s certainly been interesting.
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Random Brunswick Street Encounters, Part Deux & Other Assorted
(Previously.)
This afternoon a waifish aboriginal chick came up and asked me if I had any change. I said no, which was a lie but generally my policy in such situations.
She noticed I was wielding an unlit cigarette, and asked if I needed a light. Again, I said no (thanks). Which, conversely, I thought was true.
“You have a good day,” she said nicely, and continued on her way.
I fished into my pocket for the lighter I thought I had, and realised I didn’t actually have it.
So I chased after her and told her that I did, as it turned out, need a light after all.
“You looked like you didn’t have one,” she said with a quiet smile.
I gave her a dollar, and went to hand the lighter back.
“Nah, that’s okay,” she said. “I’ve got about six of them.”
Maybe you had to be there.
My only regret concerning this encounter, which totally rebrightened my day –
(Said day having turned, from promising beginnings, to shitty slit-yer-wrists shit when it became apparent that I’d probably irretrievably lost my bag, containing my camera and my visual diary, in a taxi yesterday.
Which would have been really bad, and totally fucking sucked.
Turns out I’d left it at work the doodle palace. Phew.
But I digress.)
– was that I didn’t ask her if she could assist me in my ongoing quest for time machine fuel.
(Note to blog readers: TIME MACHINE FUEL IS SOUGHT.)
In other news: please excuse the rambling, discombobulated nature of this post.
Two and a half hours sleep, see.
I had to be up at six this morning to receive some people who came to strip the asbestos from my bathroom.
(Now the bathroom looks like this:
)
And I didn’t get to sleep until 3:30am, because some broad whose name I forget [*] was fucking hardcore with my head.
Although she denies doing it deliberately. And in any case, I’m really just fucking hardcore with my own head, and attributing said headfuckery to an external source.
Which is, ultimately, all that any of us are ever doing.
(It pays to remember this sometimes.)
I fully hardcore fall down go boom now.
[*] I think maybe her name is Audrey.
I remember, very early on in our acquaintance, suspecting that might be her name and addressing her as such.
“Who’s Audrey?” she replied, all blinking wide-eyed incomprehension. Although in fact she knew damn well exactly who Audrey was. And she knew damn well that I knew that she knew. And that I knew that she knew that I knew that she knew. And in general, things were Known. You know how it goes, hypothetical blog reader.
In hindsight I might have imagined the blinking wide eyes.
Anyroad, I was well smitten and from that point on there was no turning back.
But that’s a whole ‘nother story for a whole ‘nother time, if ever there was one.
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In Other News: Hell Freezes Over
(It’s okay – I’m just using him for my own shallow self-gratification Art.)
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It’s All About The Facebook Status Updates At The Moment
They’re funny.
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It’s Time For A New Post
Today is the first day of spring. Happy spring!
My housemate of the past eleven months is moving out on Monday. Au revior, Jaye. My previous housemate Bentendo moved out around this time last year.
Time, eh.
Now I need a new one. But first the bathroom has to be renovated. The bath is sinking and tiles keep falling out of the wall. It’s no good.
What else? Um, I’ve been selected for jury duty, which is weird. I didn’t even realise we had jury duty in this country. I guess they have to get jurors from somewhere.
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