Look what my childhood best friend Ben did.
When not making webpages, he is also a trained librarian and plays in punk bands, which is an interesting combination. His current band is called Draft Dodger (old site, predating his joinage – new one coming soon, so I’m told), and their album may or may not be entitled, topically, ‘Holy Shit, Batman’. And he’s a thoroughly nice bloke.
I highly recommend him for all your website, librarianship, punk rock and nice bloke needs.
But I don’t believe in time, so it’s not a concern I share.
If, six months ago, you’d told me I’d one day be using this blog as an excuse procrastinate on the execution of actual proper Neurocam business, I’d have told you to get t’fuck – but that, dear readers, is the situation you find me in this evening. It feels very odd.
I’ve been pimping other peoples’ blogs of late; now I’m gonna pimp a kebab shop, which also feels odd. Ali Baba – an institution in my native Canberra – has just opened an outlet on Fitzroy Street and I’m so glad. I’ve patronised it twice already this week. I instinctively feel the urge to post a pic of the screwed-up wrapper of the first-rate chicken kebab I just consumed, but alas I have no camera anymore.
(Which is really no good, incidentally. I worry about the future of the ‘Fields – for the first time since I started it I have no embryonic posts in reserve, no camera so I can’t just take random pics and throw ’em up.. and Neurocam have effectively all but silenced me by way of promotion. So, if anyone has any novel ideas for posts – please, let’s hear ’em.)
As fate would have it, the manager of this Ali Baba is none other than the guy who used to manage their establishment in Garema Place, where I was at one time a very regular customer. He greeted me warmly and we exchanged witheringly disparaging remarks about the Can’, as is customary amongst ex-residents. It was great. All I need now is billies and baby sis (mmmmmmm….. billies….), and it would be like I never left. But, you know, in a really good way – because, in fact, I have.
Another thing I’m putting off even as I type is cleaning my flat, a process which is half-finished (the place is in complete disarray – don’t see pic, not attached) and needs must be completed post haste as I am shortly to be vacating for a month. I’m gonna be housesitting for boringly-grown-up-sis from next Tuesday whilst she is away meeting her fiance’s folks in Sweden.
I’ll have a whole house to myself – but for Sammy – and as I was saying to the two neuroblogerati luminaries (one of whom famously described Canberra as “a nice place to die”) with whom I partook of a most pleasant and interesting coffee or two earlier in the evening, I’d really love to bring Tahiti to Fitzroy and throw a bitchin’ Neuroparty (would Robin Hely come, I wonder?). Confoundingly, however, I just spoke to the lady of the house and she blew this idea straight out of the water point blank, supposedly on the grounds that there is too much expensive photography equipment lying around the place.
Yeah right.
That’s the last time I pimp your goddamn cruddy half-finished website, bitch.
Hmph.
(long pause)
Oh well.
I have decided that people are not paying enough attention to Deadsoybean. Also, Reanimator has a personal blog, which is pretty cool. He has a bonsai. I like bonsais. They’re good.
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I take reasonably good care of myself. I exercise most days. I eat pretty well. I sleep eight hours most nights. I don’t regularly drink very much, or indulge in any other seriously health-compromising behaviours, with the sole exception of smoking about sixty gazillion cigarettes a day.
So WHY, for the last five months or so, have I woken up, every single morning, feeling like someone has kicked me in the fucking head?
Xade will call me a whiner. I don’t care. I’ve really had enough of it.
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And it sounds like he’s had quite an interesting month. Although not in a Neurocam-related way, of course.
Also, I just heard from Melbourne Wintermute, who some will remember from Bolte Bridge etc. He’s had put his operative status on hold due to other commitments but hopes to be rejoining the ranks later in the month.
UK operative Alexis has seduced me with the promise of nekkid dog pictures (I know, I’m too easy) into plugging her blog.
Check it out; she has a more impressive scar than mine.
See here.
(And here.)
More of my sister’s work here. (Flash site, under construction – progress bars pending; dialuppers counselled to exercise patience).
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Five. Or possibly six (outcome/ultimate significance pending).
How I am feeling: shitty.
Still.. the overall trajectory remains an upward one.
Life is life.
*shrugs*
I need to change my various ‘new mail’ noises. It’s all gotten waay too pavlovian for my liking.
Thanks for stopping by, gentle reader. Particular greetings go out to those who know me in, as they say, real life. You guys should comment more often. Hi Ben! Will write soon. Hi toots.
And finally: hello Ludmila, if you’re gracing us. Way to do my fucking head in. You are ace.
I bid you all a fond goodnight.
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The granddaddy of neuroblogging appears to have died.
Perhaps he said too much.
And the neurowiki has been taken down due to the recent spate of spam attacks. But Dev assures us it will be back and better than ever. Yay!
I like the wiki. It’s good.
Note to self: .. and a new baking dish
In other news: I am more naive than I like to imagine. People are funny.
Oh, and Josie and the Pussycats is the best movie ever. (join the army)
So I can continue to post exciting and dynamic photos like this:
New bowl in action (as requested)
(NB: Please don’t ask what happened to my thumb.)
Note to self: buy bananas
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Except the last three people, I don’t know you. But I’m sure you’re very special.
It’s all (virtually) happening! We have pathos; we have bacchanalian excess; we have uncircumcised dick; we have happy snaps. We have crazy pink paedophile fun.
And look, I bought some new bowls:
New bowls! It’s all happening!
I dreamt last night that I was bitten by a tarantula at the behest of Chris Titan. It really hurt. Woke me up.
Perhaps I have underestimated him.
Perhaps not.
Jojo & Lady J have both updated, finally.
Neither of them had anything much ‘Cam-related to say either.
A certain someone – who is not human either – has made me a mix CD. It is called “dogwHistlinG in the dArk” and it is too perfect. (Very naff in parts, but perfectly so.)
I have taught you well, he said, with characteristically insufferable arrogance, arching his fingers in a villainous fashion.
Thank you so much.
It’s obviously been compiled with your correspondent in mind, but because it’s very accomplished so great and because I’m so proud, I can’t resist sharing.
Anyone who fancies a copy: don’t ask why, just ask.
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