Category Archives: Schmobos
Overnight Occupy Tuesday #14 (OO Tuesday RIP)
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Overnight Occupy Tuesday #10
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Overnight Occupy Tuesday #9
Cardboard cutout of Napoleon sighted on the balcony of Robert Doyle‘s office at Town Hall in the early hours of the morning:
Mindblowingly idiotic three-part council raid:
Breakfast at the Salvos on Bourke St:
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Overnight Occupy Tuesday #7
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Interview With The Corporate Zombies
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Stuff I Did This Year
This year was all about recovery. It started out in the absolute pits of hell, slowly got better, and – a few ickle problems here and there aside, but whatcha gonna do – ended all up in unmitigated gnarley.
As per last year I feel more like talking about people than doings or accomplishments. Specifically, and without wanting to get too gushy, all the people who’ve helped me in all their various ways to remember what the whole circus is about. Really forgot for a while there. Fucken’ sucked.
So couldn’t have done it without yiz.
- Mum, Dad & Jess.
- Despite – and partly because of – some serious difficulties, Liv (and co).
- On an obscure tip: Martha, Dolly, Magnus, Tim, my secret admirer, and the other Barn*by Ev*ns on Facebook.
- Nada A.
- Nada Z (nb not technically a person, but we’ll let it slide).
- Em & co.
- Kav. Georgie. Twyllan. Kinkel. Vicwie. Sims. Brendan. Zanella. The Major. Freedman. 2003 & co. And all the countless other people at/from my thankfully now-former work who are fucking awesome. But most especially them.
- Relatedly: motorscooting Keith! Party and associates – most especially Bourkie, and Carol. We don’t really know Trajstman yet – but you may rest assured we intend to.
- Mr Ad*m F*rd (not the poet), and Mr D. Allan.
- Gab, obvs, and associates not previously mentioned, especially Pets & Dech (+ Scott, Ewan, Chirsp etc etc etc).
- And last, but the exact opposite of least: Ms M. F. “prog081” Evans and associates, esp. Kat, Hayley, Fran & co, Ange & Chloe.
The admittedly sometimes finite limitations of my resources notwithstanding, these people can – at any time, and to whatever extent they may deem necessary and/or desirable – stand the fuck under my umbrella.
I’d also like to extend a really colossal, biblical-epic-stylez “fuck you” to one or two other individuals whose selfish, infantile cuntishness and astonishing lack of Vision ™, conversely, reeeallly hasn’t helped. Anyone. But I won’t. It won’t help. We can only have faith that in time they will grow the hearts, brains, spines and souls they surprisingly appear to lack.
Having A Soul: It’s Good.
Happy new year.