So last Friday I was in the mood to get blind, stinkingly drunk. Lacking my reliable drunken friend resistone (damn Melbourne) I put out an all-points broadcast for drinking buddies ( Read more... )

I put on one of Gunther Von Hagens DVD's (that I haven't seen before) to have something on in the background... but it's kind of hard to concentrate on anything else when they're peeling a real human body like an overripe mango ( Read more... )

I like to leave a familiar movie on when I'm in bed sick to comfort me. Which is fine until one of the characters abruptly wakes you by screaming "It's just a flash bomb! GO! GO!" - upon which I ninja-roll out of both sleep and my bed, only to promptly vomit.

So. After a shit day at work during which I felt an over-abundance of crapness, I return home not to find a quiet bed and some peace to sort my mindset out in, but a party I'd forgotten completely about. Never one to say 'Die' without 'hard' attached to it's rear, I make myself the biggest scotch possible (really, it takes two hands to hold this ( Read more... )

Just got back from The Grates playing at Capitol. They were great. Spent the entire show on the upper balcony dancing our ass of like psychos, my calves want to secede and form their own nation. Dan was down on the ground in front, he gave Patience/John a bowtie and they dragged him up onstage for a hug and gave him the setlist for the show (FTW ( Read more... )

This would be one of those times.

Massive night last night, chewed through my reserves of cash, so groggily looking through my crap for my credit card this morning to buy some supplies (cos I want to make Anzac biscuits). Could not find a trace of my credit card, which annoys but doesn't worry me, just have to cancel the fucker ( Read more... )

Two awesome trophies of Awesomeness aqcuired in one week through our mad Iceman/Maverick volleyball skills.

Conclusion: Awesome squared.

"Looking for: - Nudists for cocoa..."

HAHAHAHAH wait, that's not good enough AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

This conjures up images of protesting mobs flocking to the streets starkers carrying banners and chanting cries supporting cocoa.

Gold.

I just watched A Home At The End of the World. That was gut-wrenching in a terribly quiet, everything-is-beautiful-and-awful kind of way.

But, on a happier note, we won the grand final in our volleyball division tonight. Go us and our awesomeness. For which they gave us trophies (read: validation).