Some of Ben’s many tattoos:
“Don’t forget to eat”
And my favourite:
Category Archives: Photos
Cometh The Punk Rock Librarian (Part One)
Things Ben bought whilst visiting Melbourne:
- Diskonto – “We Are The People Our Parents Warned Us About” LP (“Raging dis-core; possibly Swedish, maybe Japanese people singing in Swedish”)
- The Curse of Shank – self-titled LP (“Scottish power-violence”)
- Combat Wounded Veteran – “Duck Down For The Torso” 10″ EP (“Awesome screaming artcore”)
- Dead Silence – “Hell, How Could We Make Any More Money Than This?” 7″ (“Colorado guys making fun of Bad Religion“)
- Spazm 151 – self-titled LP (“Raging Texan hardcore”)
- A-Ha – “Take On Me” 7″ (“I can’t believe I paid $5 for this”)
- Blondie – “Parallel Lines” LP (“Did you know Hanging On The Telephone was a cover?”) (NB I didn’t.)
- Joe Satriani – “Surfing With The Alien” vinyl LP (“Fuck yeah!”)
- Brian The Dog from Family Guy (“He might be based on Snoopy“)
- Video of John Woo‘s Bullet In The Head (“John Woo! Fuck yeah!”)
Look, I Made Scones
But I had no one to share them with.
So sad. I feel so sorry for myself right now. You should too.
I am eating them alone, watching clips of that entertaining Jon Stewart, and crying.
Sneak Preview: Neurocam Spring Promotional Range
Available September 2005*
The Neurotoaster
The Neurotoilet
The Neurophone
(also available in contemporary pushbutton model)
The Neurodog
The Limited Edition NeuroiPod Mini (first 100 units personally autographed by the Chief Executive Officer)
*NB: not really
Report From Our Man On The Frontier
Operative Li writes:
trying…to…audio…blog….
i’m kind of tripping right now and can’t work my machinery…
i got this pic though.
is it supposed to mean something? only the person i was 10 minutes ago knows for sure.
So true.
I Want To Work In A Streetcorner Newsbooth
Seriously. How do you get a job in one of those?
I’d be great. I could keep my toe in the communications industry, without compromising my integrity. And it would sound cool, too. “Oh, I work in a streetcorner newsbooth.” “Wow, that must be interesting; what do you do there?” “Well, I sell news.”
I can just see it.
I still want to work in a cinema. Longer-term readers will remember my ill-fated encounter with Village a while ago, which was disheartening. I haven’t approached any others, partly coz I’m too shy, and partly because the dearth of proper, livable-off positions in the field is somewhat demotivating. Maybe I should, though.
I don’t know.
Work! *throws up hands*
Note To Weather Gods
If it continues to rain today, there will be consequences.
With her possession of this mug, my sister demonstrates a degree of self-awareness that I would not normally credit her with.
Hooray For Being Almost Productive
Contrary to intentions, I got nothing of any real note done today. But I did dispose of quite a lot of trivial domestic and administrative tasks which had been bugging me. And cleared my email (er, more or less), which is always good. So I will be in an excellent position to actually accomplish stuff tomorrow.
My sister and her boi have stocks of strawberry, blueberry, blackberry, apricot, and lingonberry (no, I don’t know either) jams. And herrings. It’s a Scandinavian thing, apparently.
But they had no raspberry jam. So I bought some.
I also got brownie mix. I thought I would make some and send them to Chris Titan. I kind of feel sorry for him.
In other news, the camera seems to be having serious exposure problems.
I am listening to “Blind” by the Sundays, but I think I’m going to have to turn it off, because it is making me very nostalgic and causing me angst. Lovely album, though.
Now I’m gonna go and cook that roast I was talking about yesterday.
If you haven’t already, go and visit Jo; she needs to be encouraged to post more often.
Sam Placed On Bed: Freaks Out
I put Sam up on the bed last night, partly because I am secretly sexually attracted to him and partly due to a childish desire to do things that will piss my sister off without her knowing about it whilst she is away.
It really upset him. He just didn’t know what the hell to think.
Sorry Sammy.
Scientology’s Melbourne HQ Are Hiring!
I wonder if Bridget or Charles would give me a reference.
(JOKE.)
(Actually, I’m sure working for the Scienos – except, perhaps, in an authorised infiltratory capacity – would be in breach of my contract.)
Tamagotchi
The Descmeister told me to get a Tamagotchi, so that hers would have a friend to make the hot infrared interfaceage with. Naturally, I complied.
My first hatchling, Blort, was born on Sunday at about 11am. Rather heartlessly, I terminated him in the evening because I decided I’d warped him too much by not knowing what I was doing. (NB If more parents adopted this strategy in real life, the world would be a better place.) Besides, I really wanted a girl.
Blort’s successor, Zooey, was born shortly afterwards. She seems to be doing well.
Birth of Zooey the Tamagotchi
Zooey, age 2
Filed under Photos
Orange In The Grass
When I was out walking Sam the dog on Tuesday evening, I came across this photo of a ragged half-orange lying in some grass. I found it in a park, next to what appeared to be the actual orange.
I left them both, because I thought together they made for quite a nice little piece of street art. (Park art?)
On Friday I was back the same way, and the orange had gone. But the photo was still there. So I took it.