September 23, 2012 · 9:55 pm
I was wondering
If I could get some kind of receipt
For all of the time and energy I have invested
In seeking to address and resolve
The bizarre interrelational dysfunctions of my family
And send it in to the universe for a refund.
Imagine what I could do
With all of that time and energy.
I could no doubt singlehandedly overthrow the 1%
And still have enough left over
To build a sizeable self-sustaining base on the moon
With my bare hands.
Oh, the things I could do.
And yet we must pursue the projects
Which are important and meaningful to us
Must we not.
Filed under Adversity, Desperation, Discombobulation, Estrangement, Exhaustion, Happy Birthday You Horrible Fucking Bitch, Kill Me, Mentalism, People, Perseverence, Sadness, Shitfulness, Whack
September 19, 2012 · 11:18 pm
Saturday 15th – Sunday 16th September.
It was more chaotic than usual – and, for me, marred by some sadness due to the absence of Certain Individuals (but what else is new I guess, lol/sigh).
In any case and all the same, the required standard was met. Which is to say: went off.
Thanks everyone 🙂
Pasteup of assorted party-relevant FB posts (heh); FB photo album.
(Previously; previously; previously; previously.)
Filed under :), Adversity, Awesomeness, Benevolence, Chaos, Destruction, Discombobulation, Domestica, Dreams, Drugs, Drunkenness, Estrangement, F***book, Friends Of The Zoo, Handmade Things, Here Is The News, History, Illusion Of Time, It'll All Come Good, Liable For Everything, Liable For Nothing, Life, Love, Mentalism, Mysteries, Night Time, People, Photos, Relational Aesthetics, Swings & Roundabouts, Thank You For Your Compliance, the walls are mushy, Ukes, w0ot
July 23, 2012 · 4:20 pm
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
April 1, 2012 · 11:11 pm
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:
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):
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:
Filed under Adversity, Being A Cunt To Schmobos, Bittersweetness, Chalk, Chaos, Confority Is The Antitheis Of Freedom, Delirium, Desperation, Destruction, Discombobulation, Dreams, Drugs, Drunkenness, Evil, Exhaustion, Goodbyes, Hate, Mentalism, Night Time, Occupy, People, Perseverence, Photos, Sadness, The Liberator Who Destroyed My Property Has Realigned My Perceptions, Utopia, Fantasy & Reality In Radical Politics, Whack
March 13, 2012 · 10:08 pm
Monday, 12th March.
Co-starring the artist formerly known as Desci.
Blogpost by Palmer re this gig.
Two videos I shot fannishly of Palmer & the GTO climactically covering Bela Lugosi’s Dead with David J of Bauhaus guesting on bass.
Filed under Art, Awesomeness, Drunkenness, History, killing the backlog, Mentalism, Music, Night Time, People, Photos, Video, Weblogs
December 3, 2011 · 5:44 pm
Thursday, 1st December.
Filed under :), Art, Awesomeness, Benevolence, Boogie Fever, Chaos, Drunkenness, Mentalism, Music, People, Photos, Pimpage
November 27, 2011 · 11:27 pm
Filed under :), Audio, Awesomeness, Chaos, Cunts, Current Affairs, Domestica, Drunkenness, Friends Of The Zoo, killing the backlog, Mentalism, People, Should I Be Saying This On This Internet?, Use Of A Telephone For A Fictitious Purpose
September 30, 2011 · 1:48 pm
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.
(Previously; previously; previously.)
Filed under :), Audio, Awesomeness, Being A Cunt To Schmobos, Bitches, Chaos, Current Affairs, Damage Control, Discombobulation, Estrangement, History, Life, Mentalism, Muntedness, People, Photos, Swings & Roundabouts, Victory, w0ot, What Kind Of Fuckery Is This
July 3, 2010 · 7:28 pm
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
November 8, 2008 · 1:50 am
October 28, 2008 · 10:26 pm
October 12, 2008 · 6:26 pm
Specifically: really goddamn good art.
Filed under Art, Awesomeness, Discombobulation, Genius, History, I'm Intrigued And Would Like To Know More, Illusion Of Time, Liable For Nothing, Mentalism, Photos, Things To Be Thankful For
May 27, 2008 · 3:14 pm
Filed under Audio, Bitches, Liable For Nothing, Life Is Good, Mentalism, Muntedness, Music, Night Time, People, Philosophica, Signs Of The Apocalypse
April 13, 2008 · 4:23 pm
Watching Press Gang with Toots.
Teh life, it is good.
The housewarming afterparty was, as intended, a quiet affair. But it still went OFF. I blame this guy.
I have nothing else to declare except my ongoing, undying love for M2M. And that I have a new favourite word.
This is the first M2M video I ever saw, in 2002:
The final minute emerged randomly from under the end of something else I’d taped on purpose. I taped Video Hits all the way through for a month of Saturday mornings afterwards to catch it again. We had to do things like that in the dark days before YouTube and BitTorrent were invented.
Update – This footage is not particularly interesting content-wise, but I find Marit weirdly mesmerising in it:
I also like the bit where Marion asks Andrew G if he ate the worm.