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Category Archives: What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
The Ayn Rand Batman Incident
Filed under :), Chaos, Delirium, Domestica, Friends Of The Zoo, Mysteries, People, Photos, Surrealism, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
Wikileaks US Consulate Sit-In III
Friday, 26th October.
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:
Bradley Manning Actions At The US Consulate
Thursday 5th & Friday 6th September.
There’s nothing like being literally dragged out of a building by cops in the name of justice to take your mind off things.
Brief videos I shot of Thursday’s occupation out the front:
And of Sam and Sara getting dragged out on Friday (when nine of us actually got inside, thanks to the genius strategy of not discussing plans in advance on F#$book):
Bedlam’s take on the whole thing:
UPDATE – And Kenji’s:
Sparkle Party
Saturday 21st – Sunday 22nd July.
FB Photo album / photo archive.
UPDATE (11th Sept 2015): I found these two pieces of audio, captured on the road to Sparkle Party in Sara’s truck at 6:15pm and 7:40pm respectively:
Filed under Art, Boogie Fever, Delirium, Discombobulation, Dreams, Drugs, Evil, Liable For Everything, Liable For Nothing, Mentalism, Night Time, People, Photos, Signs Of The Apocalypse, Terror, The Liberator Who Destroyed My Property Has Realigned My Perceptions, the walls are mushy, Travel, Truck Timez, Whack, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
Mic Checking The RMIT Drone Forum
Explanatory blogpost by Simon Moyle.
Video account by Sean Bedlam:
OM @ Treasury Gardens, Continued
Thursday, 17th November.
Eviction Of Occupy Melbourne From City Square
Friday, 21st October.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Random video I shot from across the road:
Fairly eye-popping report from that well-known “bastion of socialist activism” (lol, Geoff Lemon) The Herald Scum:
Video coverage by Anthony Snowden:
In summation: Robert Doyle is a fucking cunt.
Also: this.
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.
Friday 2nd July.
Filed under Adversity, Art, Awesomeness, Bitches, Chaos, Destruction, Discombobulation, Domestica, Drugs, Goodbyes, Mentalism, Misanthropy, Mysteries, Newness, Night Time, Not Dead, People, Perseverence, Photos, Relational Aesthetics, Sadness, Schmobos, Shitfulness, Swings & Roundabouts, The Liberator Who Destroyed My Property Has Realigned My Perceptions, the walls are mushy, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
The Psychopathology Of Schnozzie
Friday 26th February.
Almost-but-not-quite captured on video. Exciting times!
In other news: The SRC Xmas party audio is finally up. Many thanks to Bourkie for giving it the green light at long last.
Filed under Auto-Pimpage, Evil, Heh, People, Relational Aesthetics, Video, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This