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Wikileaks US Consulate Sit-In III

Friday, 26th October.

(Previously; previouslyer.)

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:

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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.

#FREEBRAD!

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:

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Chez Hagakure Cohabitative Arrangement VI Official Housewarming Shenanigan / Karl’s Birthday

Friday, 21st October.

Housewarming 1

As anomalous Chez Hagakure parties go, I’d rate this one as anomalous out of ten. We didn’t even do Russian Cocaine in the end. Due to earlier events I was a bit discombobulated. Etc. But it still went off.

Housewarming 2

At an advanced stage of the evening I even shot a video. Don’t say I never do anything for yiz.

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Eviction Of Occupy Melbourne From City Square

Friday, 21st October.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Police Called For Your Safety?

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.

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Interlude: Massacre.

Oy.

I regret burning W******. And I wish I could have been a better friend to Gab.

But what I feel really terrible about is taking J out for what should – by all rights – have been a night of awesomeness, and then exposing her to all that horror. Last fucking thing on earth that she needed.

EPIC FAIL.

Oh well.

ION: Still need a B#6.

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Reputered.

At long freaking last.

In the meantime, my two primary gmail accounts, my Facebook account and my TypePad (blog) account were hacked & rendered inaccessible. Oy.

I’ve managed to resecure the blog account, at least, thanks to a friendly cookie which recognised my machine. Bless that cookie. No damage appears to have been inflicted. The only evidence of intrusion is that the answer to my secret security question (“What is your mother’s maiden name?”) has changed from “Symington” to “whore”.

Charmed, I’m sure.

Cunts.

Here – nested all meta-style – is an earlier entry I scrawled freehand on Tuesday, and was planning to post at the ‘ternet caff that evening but couldn’t, because I’d been hacked:

Munted.

Is the word of the week. As in “Man, I got munted on Saturday night.” And I did. I really did.

At 10pm I was summoned by Wouters to a party in the Brunswick area. I was only going to stay out for two hours or so on account of: (a) I was supposed to be working the following day –

(In other news: I started working at the doodle palace again last week; it’s been almost as much of a shock to my system as Rainbow. But in a significantly less good way.)

– and (b) I didn’t actually know the person who’s party it was or anyone else who was going to be there. Or so I thought..

As it turned out.. ah, it’s quite a funny story, but it’s also a bit complex and at least four of my five remaining readers basically know it already.

Suffice to say a munting good time was had, this being only improved – and further enmunted – by the semi-random appearance of none other than the mysterious and extraordinary Thad at an advanced stage of the evening. (Update 8 Feb: I’ve encountered him twice more since then. I think he’s stalking me. Or someone I know. But I don’t mind at all.)

I didn’t make it to work. I’m not sure how I made it home. I’m really not.

In other muntedness news, I’m having a party tomorrow night. It’s going to be pretty good. If you are reading this and you know my street address, you can come.

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