Damn.

Okay, now I’ll be the first to admit that my entries tend to have a fiction element to them. But every once in a while something will actually happen to you or someone you know, and the odds of it happening will be so astronomical, that if the same thing were to happen in a novel you would dismiss it as implausible. This story that I’m about to ( Read more... )

Did you guys hear about the latest trade agreement between Australia and New Zealand. Sounds like we got the best of them. They'll be getting certain tariffs removed when they're exporting stuff here. We'll be getting that, and the right to broadcast more of our shows over there, like Rove, and they have to change their accent.

Dear Diary,

I have no recollection of this event.

Not many people know this, but you can actually find my family in the history books. My father, Steven Zanzibar Gardner, was an explorer and an adventurer of sorts. The thing about Australia is that much of this wide sunburnt land is unmapped, because there's just too much of it, and cartographers can't spare the ink. There could be like, a ( Read more... )

In my spare time I work at the High Noon Saloon, a kitsch little pub near the bean factory that has, I would think, a fairly obvious theme. The main flow of customers is not actually at night time when people usually feel like a drink, but in the middle of the day. Why? I couldn't tell you. They sit around listening to high-spirited old timey ( Read more... )

I'm in a new band. We're called "Good Life To You", on the theory that things that sound normal in Japanese sound cool in English. Also, the abbreviation is GLTY, which I think is kind of an awesome thing hard-core fans could kind of figure out, you know, just showing that we have layers. Our musical style is kind of a Rock, German Industrialist ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot about superheroes lately. (This isn't true, but I need a topic for this entry) I've been thinking how great it would be if superheroes really existed. What a wondeful place this world would be. Just think... just think how much better your life would be, if someone on your block could shoot squids from his eyes. How ( Read more... )

Oh man, I bet I'll have given up this journal within the year. Yep. I really can't imagine writing anything past August 19 2005.

Ah, now is the winter of our glorious summer made discontent by this Yorkish son ( Read more... )