Hmmmm

Interesting, sort of.

2008-08-09T20:20:00.002+10:00

Didn't get up to much today.

I woke up next to Jess, which was a surprise, considering we're just mates now. Not that I mind. Got my shit together soon after and dropped the lovely girl home before I had to head to work. Was kind of awkward getting the hoodie she'd borrowed off me (as she wore some skimpy-ass 'look at my tits boys' top) as it was so cold but I guess it was only really a walk inside. I'm wearing it now, it smells like woman.

Work = not fuckin bad. I'm liking more and more the new newsagent job, as I keep busy the whole time, there are a metric assload of people to meet and get to know (though I seem to have met a group of recurring people) and the admin have their shit together and dont fuck me around like the old mob did. Did some shoppin after - the obligatory read all the new mags i like but CBF'ed buying, look around JB for cheap dvds to watch and shit. Ended up bargaining a 4gb extreme III CF card for the D200 down to $70-odd which was not bad, plus bought some random game a mate told me to get.

Stopped by Chermside Tattoo on the way home too - the back should cost $200. I put $50 down today so the dude can draw a pretty version which will get transferred onto my back before the ink goes down. It's pretty fuckin cool - a few personal words in flowing cursive text about 2" high in a slight arc across my back, complete with shaded letters and serif's out the ass. Cant wait.

Erm, fed the fish, fucked about, helped matty with his MX-5, thats about it really.

2008-07-23T23:58:00.001+10:00

Fucking A.

I'm back.

Moved

2006-06-14T20:42:00.000+10:00

Hey. Im now posting again @ http://thehardroad.blogspot.com/

The madman and the future before him...

2005-11-07T15:51:00.000+10:00

Hey all.

Ive just recently watched two movies i'd reccomend to all.

Stanley Kubrick's "Full Metal Jacket" and "Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence"

After watching these, i got to thinking about the message of the films. I've learnt enough from english to know this is what we'll all take from it - a deeper understanding of media and text. Fuck grammar - it's a lesson for anyone wanting to live here (one thing i've always been baffled with by immigrants - if you plan to spend your life in a country, the least you could do is learn the fucking language so we can all understand you, i know if i went somewhere i'd do it too, is it that much of an ask?)

Enough racial bigotry, im here to get my point across. I got to thinking about the future - its a big thing for all of us who are now just a week and four days away from finishing all out secondary studies. We have made our minds up and know where were going, are not sure but have a rough idea, have jobs and are settling down into careers or for a seldom few - happy to drift from place to place with no significant aim. I fit a little in between the first and second types: right now i know what i want to do, it just seems like there's going to be some shit in the way to get where i want and the way isnt clear. In my head, ive sorted out what really matters to me - first and foremost family, then my girlfriend jess, friends + mates and what i want to achieve and what i need to accomplish to get what i want. Beyond that, i dont really care too much...now isnt a time to be fussing over trivialities.

Watching Kubrick's "Full Metal Jacket" i saw a simple version of this thought. The men all had a goal - Vietnam, and had to go through basic training to get it. The pragmatic young marine who we see through, 'Joker' witnesses some harsh things - a soldier who was pushed to the limit and beaten snap and take with him the company drill sergeant before wrapping his mouth around the barrel and blasting himself to shit. I saw men going off to a war trying to force democracy on a sciety through violence and bloodshed, and the folly of not knowing why they're fighting for. The end of this film stays with me however - 8-ball goes off to check for 'gooks' after the company ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time and ends up snipered to shit. Drawn in, one of the men comes to his aid, only to be shot and left for dead himself. Seeing what really matters, the men, abandoned by their support by not being deemed important enough for the aid of a tank, go for the sniper in the building. It was this determination that stuck out to me - they thought decisively about what really mattered and went after their objective without faltering. That it was a Vietnamese girl who was viciously mowing down the troops, probably barely 10, didnt matter. Joker had his qualms about leaving the girl bleeding to death so shot her. This might have appeared cruel, but she recieved a soldiers death. I wouldnt go so far as to compare it to a samurai commiting seppuku and having his kaishaku (retainer) behead him so as to deliver him to the heavens, as it does not have nearly the connotations of honour or pride, but the metaphor is there.
In Innocence, we are led to question the role of technology and human consciousness. We see how people are becoming mechanised to the point of being a human no longer: the line has been blurred too far, and how it's the little things that define us all. Routinely indulging in philosophy, we hear quotes ranging from Browning, Descartes, Darwin and Confucius to references from the bible. The movie itself is beautiful - the cyborgs look like dolls but the backdrops are incredible. There was as much detail in the play of light reflecting off the metallic surface of a slow-moving automatic as in the fantastic parade of Hindu gods and pagodas floating to obscure choral chants amid the concrete passages of a bronzed city. Fantastic

In any case. Watch them, see what you think.

Update: Motorised Skateboard is complete enough, but nothing can hide the fact it needs a larger engine. relegated to the garage for now, you might hear of it later on. I learnt a lot from it.

Anyway, i better be off. - Dave

The fire is almost gone...

2005-10-22T00:44:00.000+10:00

Hey again.

Update for the project -

- The bar used to join both ends of the pivot section was welded on tuesday. It had to be lathed down from it's original 12.5mm to aroun 7.75mm to fit with room within the bearing chamber.

- The new engine mount just consisted of some strengthened bolts (M3) and a joining piece of bar between the circular clamp and the tab on the u-frame. easy.

I am currently in the process of welding and lathing to a circle a piece of flat plate attached on to a cylindrical section of around 30mm dia. this will function as my brake disc and be attached directly (via a pin) to the output shaft in the space between the clutch bell cover and the sprocket. after this it's a matter of fixing into place and connecting the brake levers and cable salvaged from a brothers old bike.

It also seems the testing on fri arvo and sat morning has worn down about 15% of the clutch's friction material. I'll need to machine a bushing to fit inside the plastic clutch bell cover to stop it travelling excessively, as i tried to fire the motor up a few times but each time the clutch didnt want to fucking centre itself and drive so the chain fell off. nevertheless, the last week of school looks to be a busy one. Two weeks of exams after that and im done for the year and off to schoolies. Thank fuck.

read sam's blog, he's been updating more often recently and it's quality, much better n my writing will be.

Head turner

2005-10-15T16:54:00.000+10:00

Howdeh.

news - finally finished the (prototype) motorised skateboard. it works, but has had a few hiccups leaving me with a pretty clear idea about what i need to fix/modify.

first of all. testing the thing the afternoon i got home, i found to my discomfort that the pivoting section is not exactly the strongest thing around, and when you leant sideways to turn the board, you ended up turning in a VERY tight circle due to the shithouse length of 6mm bar giving up to my bulk and bending. next on the list is a better engine mount to suit the chain given the enormous amount of slack it has, and a tendency to fall off it's runnings. a more important problem could be the lack of power - it accelerates very slowly, although kept up any pace i got from the little brother pushing me along. engine just cant hit the powerband/has a shitful lack of torque hence you dont go anywhere quick.
Saturday (today) i got up and thought fuck why not give it a go. on the whole it was better n yesterday, having packed the pivot joint out with washers. still bent though, and you had to straighten it every second go or so. might have the solution in a rod stolen from maccas which normally holds up a teflon sheet. see how it goes. the biggest slight on an otherwise good test session occured when starting at the top of a very gradual slope (to get it in the power band, etc). in any case, i staged at the top of this thing and started rolling down after starting the engine. enter the speedbump - front wheel went over fine, back got unbalanced, i bail backwards whilst still holding the throttle in full bore, so the engine is revving its little fucking guts out. at this point the chain slips off and the engine slips it up a notch, free of any load. my foot happens to cross the path of this whirring sprocket of death, and it sliced clean through the side of my old runners and sock, not managing to touch my foot. thank fuck!

so mods needed are
- chain guard
- strengthened pivot section
- foot straps
- braking
- new engine mount section after grinding the old one off

pictures may come, depending on the availability of a digital camera etc.

in other news, skeen is having a party tonight. theme is black and white (as she's black and we're all white, bit of a pun there :)

shall tell how it goes.

Sell out/anticipation

2005-10-08T20:32:00.000+10:00

fuck it, i thought. why not put them ad things at the top of my blog, so i sold out and did it. interesting to see if i actually get anything from it.

in other news, ive nearly finished my motorised skateboard. i hope (given i work in the lunch hours and in the two spares) i will get it done this week. that would fucking rock.
mind you, it prolly wont have any brakes or anything which might suck (imagine having a 25k/hr head start on a steep hill, standing up and without any protective clothing other than jeans), but i plan to fabricate them after its up and running.

im pretty fucking stoked about how much ive done to this point, so itll rock to finish it.

s all the news i got atm.

later

Break and React

2005-09-29T21:53:00.000+10:00

Hey all.

just a quick update as ill miss my new fave tv program if i dont get my ass into gear - ghost in the shell : stand alone complex (thank fuck SBS finally started playing some good shit)

not much news other than progress -
- i submitted my QTAC application (uni preferences for the un-initiiated) and now it's just the few weeks of hard yards left before exams and then graduation.

- the whipper snipper engine works! and so does the clutch! fucking a people, i just need some bearings and two throttle cables about a metre and a half long and then i can get to work fabricating ang welding the last section to go on my motorised skateboard. if im feeling lucky and have a bit of time to spare, i might even make a new can muffler and exhaust piping for it - it sounds beefy as is, might sound even better.

- going to live and local tomorrow night - the living end, spiderbait and dallas crane among the names there - and whats more - the tickets were free! thanks charlie :)

later, gotta go

(Broken) Family on Blast &

2005-09-21T19:51:00.000+10:00

hey all.

Back from a family holiday at Noosaville - 6 days. Very good timing, considering the last term was fatigue-ridden at very least.

The resort would be considered excellent in my opinion. It in itself was a concentration of two-storey villas onlooking any one of the three pools/saunas/spas that the paths curved around. everything was in amongst shade and there were bright green palms everywhere.
Slightly irritating bu bearable nonetheless were was my brother (12) and his mate that we'll call "Bogan" for now. (suffice to say the little shit wore nothing but footy jerseys the week and had a giant mullet and sideburns).

It was a wholly relaxing experience, and Jess came us all for the week, giving me something to do all the time. I loved it.

I also managed to grab some slick looking billabong shorts and a pair of havaianas thongs with the brazilian flag all over them. These grabbed my eye as they were colourful and Brazil isnt a bad place at all - such things as dancing, Capoeira, and Sepultura coming from it.

Mum, the champion, has also lent me money to pay off Schoolies- the annual migration of 17 year olds to the coast to get drunk and fuck like rabbits. (relax after the 12 years of schooling) so it appears im pretty much set.

In more personally significant news - my one year anniversary with Jess is tomorrow :)

have fun kids, drink up and say hi to your grandma for me - Dave

Arghhhhhhh

2005-09-02T14:29:00.000+10:00

Hey people. writing from home today, on a Friday. shit stinks atm - i am sooo fucking sick. I'd describe it as a potent mix of fever~flu~throat rape (ie how much it hurts)

Things in general arent too bad - although i have two, possibly even as many as 4 exams as soon as i go back to school, and my illness is preventing me from studying there is School holidays soon (1 week worth of school left then two weeks of hols) and for some godunknown reason mum booked a holiday at Noosa (i want to go, but i dont know how mum's gonna afford it).

erm, in other news, there is none. im just sick and cant study :)

well this post turned out to be rather short and shit

Ninja madness!

2005-08-27T16:19:00.000+10:00

here's a game i show you all.

2005-08-22T23:31:00.001+10:00

Ben and Dave dancin'

2005-08-22T23:31:00.000+10:00

The Table

2005-08-22T23:26:00.000+10:00

Jess and Me

A#1 / Pre-formal (part 1)

2005-08-22T22:40:00.000+10:00

hey - its everyone at the pre-formal L>R (Jess, Dave, Tara, Eric, Liz, Sam, Greg, Ben, Ang, Matt, Berna)

Check it! Formal!

ill try get this out as quick as i can, im running on coffee and Desert Sessions tunes and am fucking tired..

Righty, where to start...

Well, this is all in my eyes, and ill tell you what i think, as i thought it.

It started off Tuesday morning. Got up, showered, shat, clothed myself and sat about. Decided to amble off to the shops to get myself a silk hanky thingo for my pocket. got one, it wasnt the right colour though, so i went off home. Went down to ye ole flower shoppe (when it occured they'd most probably have something in the order of what i wanted) and got myself two red long-stem roses for the wonderful Jess. On the spur of the moment, also decided to buy a jacket rose thingy (that give me the shits to no end, all night)
Stopped by Night Owl and got myself a V Black. *note to self - very interesting drink, good stuff*
sat down..gave GT4 a bit of a play and decided to amble on over to ben's joint to drop off some clothes to change into after the formal was over, for the post. ended up staying waaaaay longer than expected, missed my bus and decided to fuck it and walk home. did so in the tidy time of 35 mins. go team me! :|

Showered for second time - i was getting rather clean by now.... and took my sweet ass time changing into 'The Suit'
went next door and sorted the lift for the formal - Rolls Royce Silver Shadow II (in British Racing Green) had the neighbour take a few photos and was set to go.

Off to the Pre-formal. What a tool - i forgot my pre-formal ticket *errrrrrrr* anyho, the kind folks at the gate were powerless to my charms (read let me in as they knew me) and admitted me to the gathering. Ahead - the fucking throng. people everywhere. parents, people with cameras...old people left right and centre. not good. first job was find the jess, easier said than done. I waded through the masses, gently removing those in the way. thank fuck! across the mass, i see jess's dad's head. cant miss it - big bald bloke. saweeeet! anyway, i came across Jess - fucking whoa. red dress, and looked the part....fuuuuuuuck i thought - there she is.
cut a long story short, we chatted, ran about to and fro for photos and i perfected the fake smile, perfect for those job interviews. Got some happy snaps with everyone and the family - particularly awkward moment when the photographer attempted to unite the family ~ mum + dad smile awkwardly and soon manage to distance each other...all safe now. had a laugh seeing jess's dad talk with my grandad and uncle. grandad and mr lowe would be best mates if you gave them a beer and a chair, me thinks. anyways, the night went on and it soon got dark-ish. We were told to move to the cars and ambled on down to the oval. Fucked about for a bit, did the red carpet jobbie and waited on the grass for my ride. waved goodbye as everyone entered their limo. waited. waited. waited. everyone cheers - i look over to see a bikie convoy, and.... obscured among the lights, a Rolls. Yesssssss!.

Anyways, we got in and stuffed about for a bit, said hi to the chauffer (neighbour) and did the obligatory smile and wave as we rolled past the masses. from there, the car went along the road marked by bamboo lights and we powered off toward the formal, ford 1966 mach 1 mustang off in front of us, and ricers utd. behind in an integra.

part 2 to follow.

cheers

Real life

2005-08-15T16:40:00.000+10:00

Well hey again.

i have come to realise there are types of songs/experiences/situations that make you think about life etc. for me, these tend to be bad memories of my childhood or quiet guitar songs by metal bands....i.e. "into the dead sky" by at the gates...

anyho. party at ben's night before last, for berna. I wont say it was the best party that ive ever been to, but it rated ok. Of particular mention was the departure of a mate from school to go for an apprenticeship. i wont ask why, and am not even going to think about it. point is eric had a fucking good reason and was doing something for himself - and i wish him the best in it + whatever else he goes on to.
Someone made the comment that all the parties our group has now are getting depressing and shit, like people only spread rumors/publicly backstab/are cunts/depressed. i for one think it aint that bad. life is what you make it most of the time, and you choose to a greater extent wether you want to be happy or not. Drink more, talk more, laugh more. Sit in the corner. Observe. Its up to you.

Formal coming up. tomorrow night in fact. everything is ready, all is organised. conflict still ensues over arrangements between the women. anticipation...

im sure we'll all look back and say we loved it. enough shit has passed. how bout we all enjoy this shit eh?

Psycho Boy Jack

2005-08-09T18:27:00.000+10:00

listening to the above titled song by the dust brothers, i feel a little like fight club's main character when he bashes the living shite outta the young man at one of the fight club meets. only i havent got anyone to bash up, so im here feeling all pissed off at nothing in particular. speaking of which, had a session on the 'bag yesterday. god forbid i ever unleash myself on someone. be around with a beer when it happens people cos it'll make for more interesting telly than any UFC bout ever could. enough on the latent passive-agressiveness that is me

does anyone read RAPID bikes magazine? the streetbike one..? please, all go out and buy yourself a coffee and sit down with the latest issue of it. it rocks. and it has a particular article writer who also happens to be one of the best engine builders in aus, if not the world, ian irving. he looks like the manual arts teacher in high school everyone had - the crazy fucker who knows FAR too much about stuff than any mortal should, sort of boring, soul-less even. anyways, read it for fucks sake. true genius.

oh, and just to make this the most random and incoherent post ever, seek out the poster that promos V's (energy drink) black or whatever it is. they have a fantastic pic of a dude drinking some and he looks like an ape, and the promo goes "release the inner night monkey" in psychodelic text and it has no apparent meaning. pic brings to memory basement jaxx's "where's your head at" clip. monkeys....

just to freak you all out there

so long

Space Cadet

2005-07-30T17:18:00.000+10:00

hello kids.

god knows shit is a little boring without seeing jess, but hey you get that.

had a spot of work today, 12-4. meh

in other news, my uncle delivered the suit for the formal a little while ago. black pinstripe number. as it's tailored, it fit's like evil on the devil - too fuckin well. with the shoes/tie/socks/suit/shirt covered, the only thing left to get is some cuff-links. cost me a bit, but it's good to have it all now.

the weekend i was sick as a mofo with food poisioning i also watched, occasionally, mum the little bro and some rellies knock down our front fence. that was, when i wasnt shivering beneath 3 fuckin doonas/blankets etc.

listening to a lot of music when i can, and i have found kyuss to be the equal of qotsa. both rock, thats what's important. listen to space cadet - that makes me want to get up and learn it (if only i was good enough)

anyho. im going off to dinner, so i'll leave you with that.
later

Fuck me, if it doesnt hurt i dont know what does

2005-07-27T21:22:00.000+10:00

Fuckin a

back blogging, been gone for a while.

umm i cant remember balls all of what happened but im still with jess, still at wavell and still dont like schooling.

just cos im lazy, you get a run down of today:

- chemistry. didnt do any chemistry, but completed 90% of my tech folio just cos i could.
- physics. did some problems. gas laws and shit, thermal expansion of gases liquids and solids all adressed and capped off today.
- modern history. piss poor videos of overpopulation. spent 15 mins trying to figure out how to limit world growth. decided on utilising russian military arnament stockpiles to blow up all chinese resulting in big stir fry. (joking fuckers, sides we have osama for that shit)
- tutorials. salvation at last. turned me a bit more of the giant camphor laurel log i am using as a base for a table-lamp. smooth and pretty-looking now. fucking good wood, i say that. i get to finish my motorised skateboard after i do this project so im tryin to do it quick-smart and get it outta the way. should look awesome and work well, one of the *rare* manual arts projects that gets made and looks like a skilled artisian made it. :)

gave jess a rose. she's pretty special, so why not?

in other news, i looked at father bobs blog and noticed an article aboot how muslims are getting singled out everywhere. it's a fuckin shame there have to be preachers and shit who warp holy texts and stuff so young fellas with a future get to blow up some fat western tourists that wont be missed. not for the americans, they half have it coming but fuck, at least theyre using theyre military.

speaking of which. ive been a thinking aboot options after school and decided its best not to take too long off. repetition keeps stuff fresh, conversely a lack of it means you forget. quite seriously considerin goin to ADFA to study and get a job as a pilot in the air force. always liked planes, machines and war history/war so it seems to be the shit. also considerin a degree in mech. engineering if i dont and goin to work for a race team or somethin. if all else fails, mechanic so i can be with what i love best - things that go quick.

ah who knows. read sam's blog

by the way. i got fucking food poisioning on the weekend. dont eat maccas tandoori deli-rolls. i was damn near fucking catatonic and dying so stay away. you have been warned.

enough for tonight im off.

Father Bob rocks

2005-06-29T21:36:00.000+10:00

I sometimes come home fairly late from a close shift at McD's and inveriably end up listening to the radio on the way home. Last Sunday i was fortunate enough to catch the tail-end of a program on Triple J called sunday night Safran - It's mostly a commentary on religion and current affairs.

Anyway, John Safran did a few doco series, one of which was called John Safran vs God and was fucking funny - he did a test-run of all the popular and wierd religions and some stupid shit here and there - getting an excorcism, removing the curse from the Australian soccer team in zimbabwe etc. anyway, when he got onto cathlocism, he met up with a priest called Father Bob Maguire, who resides over a church in inner Sydney.

Point is, Father Bob is a regular guest on Sunday night Safran, which you can listen to here.

It's usually pretty funny with Safran taking the piss out of Father Bob most of the time, and father bob himself uses the same kind of humor as my grandad, who is a fucking champ.

enough of my fucking prattle, just listen to it ok?

AC-DC

2005-06-20T16:47:00.000+10:00

The boys (Sam, Luke, Ben and myself)got together today for another band session.

Went well.

first off was 'sweet child'o mine' by guns and roses followed by 'sumnshine of my love' by cream. these worked ok, though i didnt know the riffs for sweet child, so i was just improving it the whole time.

then we moved on to AC-DC. That decision was right on the money...

first off, we did an instrumental 'back in black' and then Kirbs decided we should dig out the mic ($2 crazy clarks piece of shit) and someone have a yell along with it. Luke sort of didnt want to, ben sounded like a strangled cat so we got the mic working and everything and i said yeah ill have a go. it went something like this -

intro-
2 x verse 1
*dave does best ac-dc voice*
Back in black
I hit the sack
I been too long
I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm dead loose
(meanwhile ben and luke are doubled over crying with laughter. sam is like wtf that was ok...)

but the face they say...haha.

anyway we had another go after unfucking the stuff (cables and crap)

then we tried 'highway to hell' with me singing
worked ok

'back in black' again

'TNT'

anyway thats a snippet of how the practice went, photos to follow. any who were wondering what theyre like - thats it. just fucking around most of the time.
i thought it was a damn good practice, we did pretty well, and it was nice to hear a bit of singing to go with the instrumentals.

it was luke's last (formal) practice with the band, but it didnt detract from anything. moving on to bigger and better things i guess. eric is to fill luke's spot, we'll see how that goes.

keep on pluggin on...

later all

2005-06-20T16:46:00.002+10:00

drum kit

2005-06-20T16:46:00.001+10:00

wall of amps

2005-06-20T16:46:00.000+10:00

fender squier p-bass, fender strat, ibanez AX70?

2005-06-20T16:34:00.001+10:00

actions shot! (ben and luke)

2005-06-20T16:34:00.000+10:00

luke on lead guitar

2005-06-20T16:33:00.000+10:00

me on bass

2005-06-20T16:31:00.000+10:00

me on vocals

2005-06-20T16:30:00.000+10:00

kirbs on drums

2005-06-20T16:28:00.000+10:00

ben and luke in action

Nothing new

2005-06-18T15:24:00.000+10:00

hey all.

not much happening of late.

visited a mate and helped install a tacho (in a red 1982 4.1L manual Ford Falcon XE Station Wagon or the 'Red Falcon') recently. Much fun. Reminded me that yes, i do want to be tuning/fiddling with cars after school in my spare time at least.

Very pleased the tacho wasnt a monster 6" luminous gauge with shift light set at 2000 'arpees for a stock auto commodore, as is the fashion amongst the knobs of the Australian modified car scene. just a little-ish black one.

Should be interesting as to wether the thing looks much better with a new paint-job and a bit of panel-beating here and there - i think that and some new door-seal things for the window, plus the odd bit of rust removal seem to be the extent of aesthetc improvement needed.

Was fucking round with the bass amps today, and much to my delight if you plug the bass into the passive input on the Rumble (25W, 8") and turn that one, and plug the 15B (15W, 6") into the effects loop/pre-amp in of the Rumble, they both work in synchro. Cheers to volume, now i might be able to hear myself at practice. Sawoit!

In other news, am going to go see Wil Anderson (comedian) of Triple J breakfast radio fame this afternoon/night. should be a bloody good show, 'specially for the money.

I have around 20 hours of work next week too, which shall help much toward the progress in buying my suit for the formal. I may have mentioned this earlier, but i have a pet hate of people who rent suits. That is all.

Have a good holidays kids, enjoy youselves.

Fuck Yes!

2005-06-08T20:34:00.000+10:00

i found the wierdest site.

it's at www.subservientchicken.com and it's some poor fuck with a webcam in his lounge room in a chicken suit that does what you tell him, well some of it anyway.

wave at me - result

gimme a thumbs up - result

dance fucker dance - that worked too

youre not getting paid much are you? - he just nodded.

says it all really....haha.

apparently it's some fucked up burger king promo, but who cares. go there and make a chicken do shit! :)

the get to know all my personal details bar credit card number survey

2005-06-08T00:55:00.000+10:00

credit to Tom whose livejournal i got this survey from.

*TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey*
Name:	David Christoper Ozanne
Birthday:	15th January 1988
Birthplace:	Royal Womens H. Brisbane
Current Location:	Brisbane
Eye Color:	Blue
Hair Color:	Dark Brown
Height:	6 foot
Right Handed or Left Handed:	Right
Your Heritage:	French-Irish
The Shoes You Wore Today:	Onitsuka Tigers, Black Colorado's
Your Weakness:	Telling the truth
Your Fears:	Losing the things i value ie. Girlfriend, Family
Your Perfect Pizza:	Usual toppings, loads of chilli and halapenos
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:	Do well in grade 12, Get a car
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:	lol
Thoughts First Waking Up:	fuck. where am i?
Your Best Physical Feature:	Body
Your Bedtime:	btw 12-2am
Your Most Missed Memory:	Watching thunderstorms on my deck with a beer in summer
Pepsi or Coke:	Coke
MacDonalds or Burger King:	McD's
Single or Group Dates:	Single
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:	Lipton
Chocolate or Vanilla:	Caramel
Cappuccino or Coffee:	Coffee
Do you Smoke:	If i dont have to pay for it
Do you Swear:	All the fuckin' time
Do you Sing:	Not well
Do you Shower Daily:	Mostly
Have you Been in Love:	Yes
Do you want to go to College:	Probably
Do you want to get Married:	Probably not
Do you belive in yourself:	Yes
Do you get Motion Sickness:	No
Do you think you are Attractive:	I'll be a prick and say Yes
Are you a Health Freak:	No
Do you get along with your Parents:	One of them.
Do you like Thunderstorms:	Fuck yes.
Do you play an Instrument:	Bass
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:	Yes
In the past month have you Smoked:	Yes
In the past month have you been on Drugs:	Yes
In the past month have you gone on a Date:	Yes
In the past month have you gone to a Mall:	We dont have them here in Aus. Chermside
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:	No
In the past month have you eaten Sushi:	Yes
In the past month have you been on Stage:	No
In the past month have you been Dumped:	No
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:	No
In the past month have you Stolen Anything:	Yes
Ever been Drunk:	Yes, occasionally
Ever been called a Tease:	No
Ever been Beaten up:	Yes
Ever Shoplifted:	Yes
How do you want to Die:	Spectacularly
What do you want to be when you Grow Up:	Mechanical Engineer for a JGTC or WSBK/MotoGP tem
What country would you most like to Visit:	PNG
*In a Boy/Girl..*
Favourite Eye Color:	Blue
Favourite Hair Color:	Blonde
Short or Long Hair:	Long
Height:	5'8"
Weight:	50-60kgs
Best Clothing Style:	informal
Number of Drugs I have taken:	Umm. lots
Number of CDs I own:	30
Number of Piercings:	Eyebrow
Number of Tattoos:	None yet
Number of things in my Past I Regret:	quite a few

Up-date

2005-06-06T17:39:00.000+10:00

First off - fuck you Modern History. you are a good subject on the whole, i will take some useful knowledge from you after i leave school unlike Physics, and i can stand to do it. Just....not.....that.....much.
ok, shoot. you fucking tell me how long you worked on your assignment. Try Saturday from 1pm til 6pm (5 hours) and Sunday from 2pm til 4am (14 hours bitches) now we add that together and we get...19 hours! (p.s anyone who sends in something better has to have a social life too)
Haha. then try bullshitting your way through two physics exams waiting to unload this thing like a fat man needing to unload a massive poo, and finding the video you spent a good couple of hours working on doent fucking work. And you know that, most probably, the teacher couldnt be fucked looking at the cd your presentation was burnt on. Fuck it.

BUT in other news, i have discovered another humorous blog. yes, wading amongst the shite of the internet, i found, of all things, a blog that reads like a grown-up Kirbs. oh, here's the link.

I got a haircut too. for free, as always.

Anyho, thats all the bitchin i had up my sleeve to do. Have fun kids

late night musings

2005-05-28T01:09:00.000+10:00

"17"

Waking at 7 on to brekky and a wash
walk to school, weave through cars
a quiet side street, another barking dog
life's passing me by and way too fast

School at 9, meet up with
a queer, and old mate and a crazy one
life's stories, the weekend past
10 minutes at a time

class first off
i'm late off the ball
start paying attention
when she'd gone off the wall

lunch to trade stories
you sit through impotent soliloquies
an interesting morsel
torn to bits by the gossip carrion

working sporadically
not paying attention and knowledge passes nigh
waiting for the sound of momentary freedom
they leave without me, passing me by

3 marks the unspoken end
dont try teaching now
hindered goodbye
a tired hug

through a once-busy place
echoes of people, a deserted surface
a lonely walk home
she gives me hope, a deeper purpose

it's life while at school and
im just a nonchalant observer
gimme a fucking break
its hard being the man
and hating him at the same time

written 1:02am, Saturday May 28th

2005-05-28T00:36:00.000+10:00

yours truly tricking it up on a tiny skate deck. check the palings in the background - the light makes em look like a distant forest (sort of. i see it anyway)

Food Service Rules.

2005-05-26T14:33:00.000+10:00

Waitering -

always claim your free meal if you're a waiter for a caterer ie dont get tips.

if the host/ess is pissed enough, it's fine to take a (probably not a full one) bottle of spirits with you. and if you can get cigars, by all means get them. if the host/ess is rich enough to afford a cigar for each of the 100 male guests, they will serve them good cigars.

if someone is a knob to me - dont complain if i dont serve you because the "tray was empty by the time i got there"

if someone wants to know your name - your fucked.

if im only serving food, dont ask for a drink and for fucks sake dont get offended when i tell you to go to the bar yourself. i am not a bar-back and you are NOT paying for your food, so shut the fuck up.

if you are the host/ess feel free to ask for anything.

i, as a waiter, am not obliged to dry-clean any of your garments because you, the gyrating slut, were doing your shit on the proverbial dance floor and bumped me, causing food to fall on you.

i am not obliged to hold back a vomiting guest's hair for them.

anything that required gloves i am not obliged to do.

Micky D's -

i wish death upon all those who ask for a cheeseburger with no pickles. pull em off yourself you lazy fuck's (unless of course you're allergic to em)

anything that a store manager doesnt ask me to do on a normal close, i am not obliged to do for lesser managers.

back area crew i know of do not spit on burgers. Neither do i.

the phrases "timer return", "product level check" and many others are used to point out a hot chick on counter. if you are the said hot chick, smile, we're looking at your tits not your face.

most importantly - ask for a fresh burger if you're ordering one after 7:30

any mates who have others, feel free to comment and add any i missed.

2005-05-09T22:15:00.000+10:00

"Attitude of lightning toward a baby Mountain" - James Gleeson

2005-05-09T22:14:00.000+10:00

another

2005-05-09T22:12:00.000+10:00

"Keeper of Used Shadows" - James Gleeson

a lungful of burning ash pt. 2

2005-05-09T21:07:00.000+10:00

Sat - woke up an hour earlier than yesterday, brekky, another walk to a landmark, this time the National Gallery, saw average womans exhibition (cant remember the name), was fucking blown away by James Gleeson (surrealist) exhibition and stood like a dick in front of many big wonderful paintings i couldnt possibly concieve myself...decided i want a big surrealist piece of art eventually (also favour sculpture above painting, but surrealisim is now a very close second), stared at one series of paintings for ages....cant remember what it was titled but was about the two dudes who makes wings and fly then one flys close to the sun and falls and dies etc., went about the gallery trying to find cafe (in pink and lime elevators), walked back to accomodation, bussed to AIS, (boring as fuck) toured the place, waited ages for Brumbies vs Chiefs game (rugby union), got inside, teacher and co picked fuck-knuckle seats so i went up and sat in the good one, yelled myself hoarse insulting the referee, went back to accom., more cigs on roof, table tennis with tyson, bed etc.

Sun - up early, couldnt be fucked showering, brekky, packed, taxi to airport, flight home (cheers to the flight attendants with a sense of humor) and drive home with mum.

alltogether a fun experience with little educational hassles given it was an educational trip. thanks to all, particularly tom for the experience on fri. night.

canberra is also a very aesthetically picturesque city. i highly reccomend it to all pensioners for their last days, trust me, you'll die happy (but cold).

a lungful of burning ash pt 1

2005-05-08T23:32:00.000+10:00

http://www.livejournal.com/users/tomopoly/20663.html#cutid1

first of all, a bit shout out to Tom, who made this post and the Canberra trip worth doing.

To put it shortish:

Thurs - school in morning, left morning tea to pack, airport an hour early (cautiously drank a coffee made by woman with man voice and more than enough man facial hair), flight to Can., cab to backpackers, Chinese (wicked sezchuan king prawn and crab meat laksa) and some cigs on the roof with Tom, bed.

Fri - eight am start, walk to exhibit thing near lake burleigh-griffin (random shit + sweet laser guide of layout of canberra), New Parliament house to see the various stuff (incl paintings of PM's, like the Gough Whitlam one just cos it's different), Old Parliament house, High Court (boring as fuck but hey, it's Mabo, it's...the vibe) and expensive lunch, walked back the length of the Canberra main drag to get to the War Memorial (6ks ish). found some info on Grandad who was in the 2/14th aus infantry, 6th transport cor. he served in north africa and PNG (kokoda included fuckers) - very much proud of him, he never talked about it though, understandably.,
back to accomodation, given 'free time' til 10:30, walked to random dealer's place next to bowls club, got some ganja and called hot by random 15 yr old, went to Max's house, had some cones and watched max mix up 'At the Basement' - screwed one up and got lungful of burining ash(not fucking cool by a long shot) got better had 3 more was gone, ate potful of pasta, got cab arrived at 10:30 on the dot, went to bed, accused by Emma Schier of being 'not ok' and 'drug addled', precieded to freak her the fuck out and couldnt stay still til 12. collapsed asleep.

saturday and sunday to come good people. stay tuned :)

hope you all stayed well whilst i was off having fun.

how do i put this?

2005-05-04T22:28:00.000+10:00

goddamn music. the shit seems to be like a fine wine - the older the better.

i like kyuss. these dudes fuckin rock. check the songs 'odyssey', 'asteroid' and 'thumb' (off the top of my head). ive been listening to the two albums 'Blues for the Red Sun' and 'Welcome to Sky Valley' and they both fuckin rock. if i find this stuff in a music store, for fucks sake make me buy it. and two of their members became part of the (pre-Lullabies) QOTSA. how cool is that?

only thing i got stuck in my head at the moment is a quote from lock, stock and two smokin' barrels - "also, i think knives are good. big FUCK OFF shiny ones....guns for show, knives for a pro."

i'd like you all who havent experienced a proper videogame to go out, buy yourself a PS2 and a copy of Grand Theft Auto:San Andreas. attention game developers. this game has a STORYLINE and whats more, IT MAKES SENSE. do as they do, and i might buy your games. (on a side note - Reflections made a mistake making Midnight Club 3: Dub Edition - it's hollow, very unrealistic and only makes it worth a quick squiz. for fuck's sake, dont buy it)

enough randomness for now.

i'll be off to Canberra for a modern history trip. god i wish it will snow there. ive never seen the stuff. anyho readers, all the best whilst im gone. I'll miss you Jess.

S. i will reply as soon as i get back, i havent forgotten.

What the fuck?

2005-05-02T15:38:00.000+10:00

righto. seems somebody jumped into my account and said some stupid shit. no harm done though, all is well.

check this blog out - http://standingonthebox.blogspot.com/ - it's by a bouncer. i like it.

later

Economic 'Hiroshima'

2005-04-26T16:42:00.000+10:00

G'day all.

Had nothing much i wanted to say of late, but something a mate/mate's dad said a while ago, whilst i was getting a lift home from work, has been stuck in my head for a while (cheers to Matty)

Sometime in the near future...perhaps as soon (or late) as 2020, the world supply of crude oil will peak.."well why do i gave a shit" you say. Here's why.

Crude oil price is liked intristically with the economy - oil is used for so many things. Pharmaceuticals, plastics, fabrics..petrol (obviously) are but a few. Now, the peak is referred to as the time when exactly half the world's supply of crude oil is used up - and you would be thinking yes, so...wouldnt we have trillions of barrels left?
Truth is, we do! We started out with an estimated total of around 2 trillion barrels. As of 2003, we had used up 900 million.

But it isnt all peachy - once the wells are half empty, we'll have to go through an increasing amount of trouble to pump the last bit up. More energy means more price. You could Think of it like eating yogurt out of a tub. At first, you’ll have no trouble to bring out spoonfuls of yogurt , but after a while, you’ll carefully have to maneuver your spoon around along the sides and corners of the carton to bring the last bit out. In oil wells, it goes the same way.

Price is estimated to go up 1.5-3% each year after peak. Recently it has been estimated that the world consumption stands at 80 million barrels a day. Meanwhile oil demand is rising too. To fill in the gap, oil prices at the pump are estimated to inrease 5 to 6 fold by 2020. thats $200 US a barrel.

Bad time to be addicted to cheap oil...

The real problem is that alternative energy costs more energy (oil - since most electricity is generated by coal/oil fired power stations) than it can recuperate during it's entire lifetime of use! take wind energy. To build wind turbines, you’ll have to weld steel, drive all kinds of stuff and engineers around in trucks and cars, build factories and make thousands of components. In the end, it costs more energy (oil) to actually build a wind turbine, than a wind turbine will ever generate during its entire lifetime!

Headlines like these are just going to be more and more common as times go on.
http://www.falkland-malvinas.com/Detalle.asp?NUM=5551

Anyho, enough on how were all fucked.

I did this random test thing to see how much i knew about alcohol.

Bourbon
Congratulations! You're 127 proof, with specific scores in beer (60) , wine (83), and liquor (104).

Screw all that namby-pamby chick stuff, you're going straight for the bottle and a shot glass! It'll take more than a few shots of Wild Turkey or 99 Bananas before you start seeing pink elephants. You know how to handle your alcohol, and yourself at parties.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 69% on proof

You scored higher than 82% on beer index

You scored higher than 92% on wine index

You scored higher than 97% on liquor index

Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid

Attention compatriots!

2005-04-14T19:58:00.000+10:00

http://gladwell.com/2001/2001_03_05_a_fries.htm

McDonalds information. do you know what this stuff is doing to you?
all the half price food we eat? do you know how, exactly, it is affecting you?

did you know mcdonalds also used an oil for cooking fries that almost doubled your risk of a heart attack? that due to this company, anyone who eats their food once a week every week could be cutting 10 years of their life expectancy?

read on, or remain blind to the facts.

Death of an obscurist

2005-04-13T22:28:00.000+10:00

Zdzislaw Beksinski, born on the 24th of February 1929. Polish surrealist painter known for his images of death, was best known for his abstract renditions of skeletons, monster-like creatures and other apocalyptic images evoking death and decay. He was a contemporary master.

Beksinski studied architecture at the Cracow University of Technology. His themes spanned many mediums such as painting, sculpting, photography and drawing. Known to like working to the strains of classical music, he loved to create intricately detailed pieces of surreal art. His work came to the forefront in the 1970s and 1980s

He was murdered at age 75, stabbed to death at his Warsaw home. Three days later, police charged two teenagers with the slaying. One suspect, the son of Beksinski's friend and aide, confessed to killing the painter. It appeared he had been killed refusing to give the youths a painting he had created.

"We all see death before our eyes, I am not an exception." he said at the opening of an exhibition of his work. "Personally, I am more afraid of dying than death itself. This is not a fear of emptiness but of suffering - and this is what I am most afraid of”

Beksinski studied architecture in Krakow before throwing himself into painting, photography and drawings. His works hang in the National Museum in Wroclaw, the National Museum in Warsaw and in a dedicated museum in Sanok

Though Beksinski depicted foreboding, dark images, he always resisted attempts to analyse their meaning. "It misses the point to ask me what my paintings mean," he once said. "Simply, I do not know myself. Moreover, I am not at all interested in knowing."

Beksinski had burned several of his paintings because they failed to meet his exacting standards or were "too personal."

His wife, Zofia, died in 1998. A year later, on Christmas Eve, his on Tomasz committed suicide after suffering from clinical depression.

2005-04-13T22:19:00.000+10:00

Zdzislaw Beksinski - again another. all of his pieces were un-named

2005-04-13T22:16:00.000+10:00

one of the aforementioned pieces of the artist.

2005-04-11T19:04:00.000+10:00

akira - greatest anime ever, and some hollywood movies could take a lesson in 'how a storyline actually works'

Ummm...thats....interesting?

2005-04-10T01:35:00.000+10:00

apparently, women suck at giving blowjobs. to quote the man "fuck...umm...not.th.ing...can...please.a...ma.an..li..lik..like.,.another.man"

people, i admit i wasnt sheltered by my parents like most of you have been. i grew up next to a gay couple. i dont see whats wrong with that. gays ARE people, some are just shitloads more fuckin annoyin than the rest and due to this deserved to be shot in the head. you could compare the annoying ones to the bitches that wear trendy shit and try on an accent all the time. but fuck, some people are funny when they rant drunk. the rest are fine as long as they dont try and crack on to you.

the gay couple are also, to a lesser extent, mates. to all you homophobes fuck you in advance, you think what you want cos u wont bother takin in a word i say. to all others - calm the fuck down. gays CAN, SOMETIMES (and only sometimes) be cool people. get to know a gay. not those tossers on Queer Eye. those people are NOT real. i repeat NOT real. get to know a normal one. they aint that bad.

guess im just a little more open minded. i still love my female girlfriend jess. shes great. i doubt ill ever even think of climbing the fence, even to see whats on the other side, metaphorically speaking.

open your minds.

later.

Improvements

2005-04-08T17:51:00.000+10:00

Looking at some other sites and blogs on the net, i found you can improve a blog if you're willing to play around some with a bit of html code.

I did, and added some new stuff to my blog. There might be some more stuff to come, and ill add that as i find it :)

if you can give a fuck, tell us what you thought of the improvements (most are in the sidebar over there)

cheers!

FUCKING....AHH....FUUUUCKKKK ITTTTTTT

2005-04-06T22:37:00.000+10:00

little shit brother doesnt bring bass home for holidays.

i need to learn some goddamn riffs and i dont have a (real) goddamn guitar. im sorry, but things just dont sound the same on a miniature guitar with one broken string.

just bring home the bass little man! i need riffage!

arrrrghhh!

This might bring some trouble...

2005-03-31T19:30:00.000+10:00

Well well...

what did i see on tonight's Extra (channel 9's slander/how to save money on your phone bill/abuse the random crim. show) but a preview for tomorrow's take on their cynical view of the world....and what did i see?

"The Death of Chivalry"

Well good people, first some background to the story.

The Middle Ages brought light to chivary itself. the ages themselves were considered to have been brought around about the time of the fall of the Roman empire. T'was an age of knights in shining armour and lots of conquest (supposedly to free the holy lands of Palestine from Muslim domination - sort of like the Bush war on Iraq only the bastard wants oil, he doesnt give a flying fuck about the dirty sand-dwellers).
More importantly, this period in time brought about the knight. This noble man, the knight, was a defender of the freedom who realized the perfect fusion of the religious and the military spirit -chivalry. All knights were 'sposed to take the knightly vow and this (for the purpose of the blog) gave the knights a code of manners, ideals, and aims. Key tenets were those like loyalty, fair play on the battlefield, honour and courtesy (like givin' the weak a fair go). It was a set of limitations which the strong and mighty placed upon themselves to set a good example to the weak an' feeble...ie the poor shits who put food on the knights table every night. More to the point, chivalry was celebrated in literature of the time and talked up quite a bit, which led it to survive the middle ages and be expected upon all modern men.

Supposedly, chivalry nowdays is more related to how we dress - that it's respectable; conversation - expected to be cultured and free from slang or swearing; respect for women; hospitality to guests and the like; and general courtesty - doing things like opening doors for chicks, cleaning the mess you make, etc

The women's rights movement has brought about a sort of equality among the sexes....unwittingly challenging the need for chivalry, as it places women as "poor and defenceless people" that need to be helped to do things.. It makes women different and unequal to put them on a pedestal - it reinforces traditional power relationships. It plays up the rightist/whore extremes of stereotypes where it is ok to treat a whore like dirt. It ultimately puts women into a box that constricts and confines their potential. Through all this women have been continually seen as the victims of the two sexes, and some women have seen this immunity to be an opportunity to misuse the status, challenging men and declaring them 'discriminating' should they try to put the uppity women in their places.

These days, with the occurence of terrorisim, liability corporate scandals and mistrust in general...it seems an unlikely time when chivalry is pretty much dead and gone, even though it is badly needed. Who have we to blame but the women's rights movements?

Now brought to the current day, where women have by all reasonable views, created a double standard. That they asked for equal rights, but still expect to be treated like a princess and payed for everywhere they go, have doors opened, it goes on. Now i know mosy blokes can be lazy sometimes (or most times) but how's this for equal rights ladies? you open your own door, or better yet, open ours! maybe YOU could pay for us guys on a date sometime? challenging the idea of women's rights? no, just supporting it. hate to say i told you so....

Dont get me wrong, i have a tremendous respect for women in general - look at how i treat Jess, but someone had to raise these questions.

Til next time.

Scars.

2005-03-29T20:58:00.000+10:00

I think you cant be a real man, or consider yourself one until youve been through a lot of hardship.

call me whatever you want....but i think unless youve been through hardship that may or may not have changed how you thought, and tested you as a person....you are soft. weak. whatever.

you look at a grizzled council worker....an army veteran...a politician (to a certain extent, but not so much as the others....) or any like professions, and i guarantee you'll find that person to have much more .....character than someone like a white collar worker....a suit (executives, ceo's, management, whatever fits there) or a trust fund baby....and you'll see the difference.

short and succict for the reason i want peoples thoughts on the subject, i dont want to form their opinions....i want to make you think. comments appreciated.

Scarily accurate, and distantly relevant

2005-03-28T14:42:00.000+10:00

try reading this and not questioning something - http://actualthought.blogspot.com/

and is currency a sham? read here -
http://www.fame.org/HTM/Vieira_Edwin_What_is_a_Dollar_EV-002.HTM

Philosophy

2005-03-27T23:39:00.000+10:00

I came upon a document a while ago, which ive also seen as a book numerous times - Hagakare or Way of the Samurai. it's very interesting...and gives some points to think about

'According to their nature, there are both people who have quick intelligence, and those who must withdraw and take time to think things over. Looking into this thoroughly, if one thinks selflessly ..surprising wisdom will occur regardless of the high or low points of one's nature.'

'People think that they can clear up profound matters if they consider them deeply, but they exercise perverse thoughts and come to no good because they do their reflecting with only self-interest at the centre.'

'Even if it seems certain that you will lose, retaliate. Neither wisdom nor technique has a place in this. A real man does not think of victory or defeat. '

'There are many people who, by being attached to a martial art ..believe that they have arrived at the full stature of a warrior. '

'According to the situation, there are times when you must rely on a person for something or other. If this is done repeatedly, it becomes a matter of importuning that person and can be rather rude. If there is something that must be done, it is better not to rely on others. '

'if there is something that you do not agree with, to speak your mind, to show your opponent his error, and to grapple with the situation.'

'Being superior to others is nothing other than having people talk about your affairs and listening to their opinions. The general run of people settle for their own opinions and thus never excel ..In seeking correction from others, you excel them.'

'In carefully scrutinizing the affairs of the past, we find that there are many different opinions about them, and that there are some things that are quite unclear. It is better to regard such things as unknowable.'

'Living without mistakes is truly impossible.'

these are just a few gems i found. worth thinking about certainly.

P.S. thanks for taking us on the cruise matty. much appreciated.

2005-03-27T13:15:00.000+10:00

I recieved the deluxe edition of QOTSA's 'Lullabies to Paralyse' from who else, but the Jess.
I love these little gift giving occasions when it involves someone you're close to...you always know youre going to love what you get from them..and well, its great to celebrate silly (and only in the sense of purpose, not so much the occasion - 6 months is an achievement) little occasions like this :)

I'd like to be the first to treat you with some photos of the aforementioned cd's liner notes...or whatever they are.

The album itself is well....awesome. On the first listen, i noticed a certain lack of 'get your cock out and rock out' songs, so to speak. on hindsight though, this might be a good thing too. given the Queens' have managed to make a new sound for themselves..it's a good. It's got a certain vibe to it too- like youd get if you held a concert for a hundred people in amongst a big bloody forest of fir trees. There's still the trademark vocals of Homme that range from abrasive to heavenly..and the crunching riffs that make em what they are..but it's more moody now. Oh, and the sound effects have got better too, listen to 'Someone's in the Wolf' and you'll know. First thing's first though, the album kicks ass, and thats all that matter to me.

2005-03-27T13:14:00.003+10:00

pic6

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pic 5

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pic4

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pic3

2005-03-27T13:13:00.001+10:00

pic2

2005-03-27T13:13:00.000+10:00

those pics

Some intillegent thinking.

2005-03-24T16:00:00.000+10:00

hey people. not too much interesting going on 'sides the end of the school term today and jess's b'day tomorrow :)

i am thinking of getting this jacket here, sometime in the distant future....i'd get a motoGP or WSBK one, but i cant seem to find anywhere online to buy them... :(

2005-03-24T15:59:00.000+10:00

that jacket - 199GBP or $488 AUS

Rough times.

2005-03-17T19:15:00.000+10:00

granted i dont ever want this to extend into a blog that is petty and such, wingeing on about 'i hate this' and 'i hurt my leg' blah blah. basically, keep it intelligent and such...with a minimum of crapping on about me. that said...i'll proceed.

you all know me, or should by now. if i had to describe myself in a nutshell..i probably see myself as the biggest asshole i know. i am mean, cruel and harsh. i tend to make a lot of bad jokes, and only really get to show a bit of intillegence if im given time to think about things. im not a man that thinks well on the spot (bar physical conflict, where through MA ive developed skills to think on my feet where that's concerned). On the other side of the coin though, i would probably be one of the most serious and honest people around. i rate this as one of my biggest strengths. i am, when people find it in themselves, very trustworthy. I might threaten to leak things, this only being leverage to get you to do what i want. I never will though.
Physically, im probably not huge or imposing, but as mates know, im not small by any means. Now a few months after i quit the TKD org. i was with (i may someday return to the style, i find it really dynamic - particularly the use of one's kicking leg), i am losing a bit of muscle mass. I look forward to the day i resume physical training in MA. I wouldnt rate myself as terrific looking, probably only above average. i think id have the face that'd blend in well in a crowd - symettrical; not many distinguishing features; scarring, though this is almost invisible now..nothing too bad, nor brilliant.

Psychologically, im a whole different cup of tea. Some people have remarked how i seem to have a few paradoxes - that i listen to the type of music that i do (punk, metal, hardcore, hard rock, and rock itself) and keep my appearance fairly neat and tidy. That i have a very disorganised life but keep my room almost immaculate, it goes on.
I suspect i may be suffering from depression - i dont know the symptoms though, and i dont trust psychologists (even though i have an intrest in that field myself - another paradox)...i tend to internalise all my pain. This leads to me appearing outwardly ok, and inwardly broken/tumultuous. I try not to let it get to me though...i like to laugh at stupid things(such as jess's feral noises). I dont believe in using needle drugs as a rule, but am quite happy to smoke marijuana and cigarettes, if offered them.

Latlely, ive had a bit of a hard time though.

To start with - four months ago my parents split up.
I learn my father was cheating on my mum months before he told us. He claims mum had communication problems. this was a fair claim to make, but considering him, nothing but the pot calling the kettle black. in my living memory i can only remember my dad saying he loved me about 3 times. i dont believe he made a sincere enough effort to save the marriage. i never will.

Then i fail most of the end of year 11 exams - due to the above.

I start this year looking for a better go, a fair chance. This doesnt seem to have been that great - my grandad on mum's side passing away 3 days ago. Im glad he's accomplished what he wanted in life - and he died with two sons at his side. He did all his travel prior to his decline, and had a lot of fun. Sold the house to my uncle who he'd shared the house with for 30-odd years, making things a lot easier. paid for his funeral and everything. A truly great man. I will miss him. Last i remember was helping grandad pull out the ferns in my backyard when he flew up from Melbourne. Dry, but fantastic sense of humor. great man.

So yeah, life hasnt been to fair of late. Ive had Jess to help me through it all, and she's the best girlfriend i couldve ever hoped for. I'm truly happy there.

I'm not complaining. I dont intend to - life goes on, and ive got plenty to look forward to.

Have a great day/night all

P.S. using things way in the past as an excuse for your behaviour these days is bullshit. stop doing it - you know who you are.

Ahhh dave dave dave

2005-03-07T23:15:00.000+10:00

sorry people who read my blog, ive just been preoccupied with school for a while. shall add something worthwhile soon, but til then, heres some photos :)

2005-03-07T23:14:00.000+10:00

me and jess! and a heineken :P haha

2005-03-07T23:12:00.000+10:00

me and the mates at my 17th, im the one cookin :P

Martial Arts

2005-03-04T17:21:00.000+10:00

Hey.

I have a theory that there IS NO ULTIMATE ART. I came to this conclusion a little while ago. See i think there are many and varied fighting styles because there are different people in the world. Sounds abstract but read on.

Some styles may find it hard or even impossible to counter to a grapple, or ground based moves. I'm pretty sure youre not going to win/come out easily from an armed (non-ballistic missile eg gun/bow/nunchaku) adversary either. It is simply not worth going and fighting them for. They have range, and the ability to deal exponential amounts more force than the human body, even rigourously trained, can.

Now when talking about hand to hand (including kicking) youre bound to see there must be a theoretical level playing ground. There is.

I guess im trying to say it depends on the artist (for lack of a better term). Some arts may be better suited to certain people, and for that reason you will get a better result. To use an example - Mohammed Ali: he is considered the greatest (with some dispute) boxer that has ever lived. If he were to learn judo, he may not even be good. A low rank student may be easily able to best him, rendering his punches useless due to the close-in grappling style. This is only one, there are many others.

Ultimately, the user needs to find their own personal favourite art. I myself progressed up until 2nd kup in Taekwondo, and am much better for it. I know i cannot beat half the people that would challenge me in the street (should any be that stupid) but compared to someone who doesnt know any art at all, and may only know a few punches an elbow and a knee, i am infinitely better off. I say this because most people do NOT know how to kick. Sure, you can boot a soccer ball but that means jack shit in a fight. Just a waste of a good weapon. On the other hand, i can utilise my leg to kick to head hight (which is realistically all you need) and can kick decently. One only has to look at the size of your leg compared to your arm to see which is more powerful... so i am better off, but it doesnt mean i can beat everyone.

I think though, that everyone (women may not need it, as they fundamentally do not feel a need to resolve conflict using violence, not to say they cant learn it) should know some martial arts. To have the power to be able to protect yourself, or win a schoolyard fight easier is a powerful tool and it is stupid not to have that knowledge. As a physics teacher of mine says "your knowledge is like a toolbox. The more you know, the more you can overcome"

As always, comments are good. Cheers.

back into movies

2005-02-28T22:52:00.000+10:00

Made an effort to see a number of new and old films of late.

Saw "Constantine" with 'J' last night :) haha. it was good, if a little hard to follow. Sorta ran along the supernatural theme/stereotype to start with and then just went way off that (also one of the few films based on comics that IS NOT gay). hats off to the director for originality, it was quite good. Keanu Reeves performance was good, he picked a good film. ive also read it was a first movie for the director, he did well for a first i think. plot's good, its pretty. worth the price of a movie ticket - yeh but not by too much

also saw "House of Flying Daggers" (bar 35 of the ending due to a blackout). cant remember too much say to think that it's the best martial arts film in a LONG time. sides a few subtle but well integrated errors like people flying through the tops of bamboo trees, it has a great story and still manages to integrate a good number of stunts (which for a MA buff is terrific to see). WELL worth the ticket price. go see it, you wont regret it.

Also rented out "Pulp fiction", "The Last Samurai", "Secret Window" and "Welcome to the Jungle" havent seen the last one yet, but the others are all great.

Pulp Fiction - Quentin Tarantino made a fuckin terrific film. this one rocks... from what ive seen it must have been the first film to have parallel stories run and connect kinda thing. well executed. Vincent and Jules' conversations really made me think and laugh. i like them a lot, also Bruce Willis and (Ving Rhames? - big black dude) fight and subsequent escape from the situation they got into and among other things "the wolf" who manages to unfuck a situation admirably.
The Last Samurai - although i dont particularly like or dislike Tom Cruise's acting ability (he's nothing special IMHO) this film is great. Particular moments i liked were the "too many minds" scene.....the seppuku (ritual suicide) of the defeated general (portrayed respectfully and well - stirring seeing the old man's resolve and the samurai all standing around paying respects to him as he dies) and lastly the combat btw the samurai and the new japanese army
Secret Window - good performance from Johnny Depp. makes the film himself pretty much as the story isnt that fantastic. Ending reeks of a director who saw Fight Club and got inspired or dare i say got.. cough *faintly plagaristic* cough/inspired....

Anyway, thats my blog for the time being. I had a lot to say, just couldnt put what i wanted into words. Happens :

til next time, and as always, comments are appreciated :)

Music as an art form.

2005-02-26T00:25:00.000+10:00

What are people's opinions of music?

is it a past time? a profession?

it's sad there's an abundance of crap on the markets these days..the media controls whats popular, (thats another story) and sometimes a touching song or something amazing comes out. it's stuff like this that make it worth waiting for....the blind loyalty to a particular band youd cop limitless crap for listening to...the enjoyment of listening to an album for the um-teenth time and still managing to notice something else in the music, hidden in the lyrics or as background sound...finding a track you can just fuckin relate to....the craft of a singer or group to make melodies that sound sweet to some ears tired of the same old shit on the radio....the lyrics that make u feel like youre there... it all makes music a wonderful thing. shame we have to wade our way through the commercialised hyped crap that basks in it's superficial glory and eventually making way for another sell-out track from a sell-out artist.

my theory is if you dont have a favourite artist and youve been listening to the same genre of music for more than a year you need to look at another style cos ur intrest is fading with trends, ur listening to the commercial shit.

what makes music special for you? tell us, i might know wat youre talkin about ;)

PTAH!

2005-02-25T18:33:00.001+10:00

yeh, thats right fools

RAN-DOM

2005-02-25T18:33:00.000+10:00

yeah. so.....im bored.

i got to thinking..you know how the Pope is ill atm, and has just recently been in and out of hospital many times, most recently to get an operation in his throat or something...

what if he were to become incapacitated? like mentally ill or something of that order? what with the advances of modern medicine, where the body can be kept well long after the mind has deteriorated (i saw this myself with my late grandma suffering from alzhiemer's disease), what exactly would happen?

does the vatican have any idea what they'd do? this poses an interesting development as the pope is the head of christianity yes, now at the present moment more than a 1/8th of the worlds population is christian. his illness or incapacitation would have a far reaching influence on modern society could it not?

what do you think?

And on the 25th day, god created selfishness

2005-02-22T19:14:00.000+10:00

Ptah!

Aside from that randomness, i feel a need to blog.

Todays subject is self-gratification/cowardice.

Firstly, where do people get off on being slightly unfaithful to their sig. other by flirting with other girls? - self gratification. makes em feel all big and important which should indicate a general lack of something in their life be it personality, love life, whatever.
To another example - people posting about friendship. Why do you ask questions to which you know the answer, but still ask anyway? in this case, to feel better about yourself. Dont you know who youre friends are already? im sure they think youre a friend too...so why ask?

On to cowardice. aside from not having the balls to start a fight yourself.....why do people throw apples at our group to provoke us? like.....isnt that just showin how much of a pussy you are? that you arent even willing to do anything about someone that you most obviously hate/loathe? why even provoke us when you know, in fact, that most of the male members of the group have the ability and more importantly, will, to punch you in the face? and to aggravate the matter even more and put beyond doubt that youre a pussy, when you do get a lucky shot and hit one of us, and we arent paying attention, why do you hide behind other people and deny you threw anything?

These two subjects here are worth thinking about.

Also, im tryin to gauge who actually reads this blog'o'mine. Just say hi or make a comment about this blog, either way. Cheers.

wtf?

2005-02-20T22:19:00.000+10:00

http://www.optusnet.com.au/news/story/abc/20050220/20/international/1306671.inp

three things you wouldnt expect to hear in a sentence?

gorilla
law suit
nipples

AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHaAHAHHAHahAhhhhhaha

Hey.....I know that cunt! (Blast from the fuckin past pt. 2)

2005-02-20T10:17:00.000+10:00

Well for a vulgar title, it says it all.

Car broke down yesterday so i couldnt get a lift to 'J's place. Offered to stay with mum to see wether she needed help or not but she insisted i go on and catch a bus or something.
It was just a flat battery, which explained a lot of the troubles recently ie loss in power, power cuttting out at random times etc. It's EFI so it would need a bit of zap to keep it going.

Back to the point, I walked down to the C/side bus station. Who did i see but Mr Cable, Nick Cable.
I'd been friends with this fella in primary school, generally there we were pretty damn good mates. Had a fight or two, but for the most part, good mates. Anyway, he strode up to us with a decent lookin girl (which turned out to be his mate's gf) and sat down.
We got to talkin...past, what he'd been up to, what id been up to, girls, money, mates, people we'd lost contact with. For him, life had become a bit of an up and down thing. He'd gone from school pretty much straightaway to hard drugs. This fucked him up a bit, and certain people said they didnt want to be friends with him anymore. Time went on, he'd got into a bit of trouble and shit....had a hard time and decided he needed to clean up. He's now found lodging at at men's halfway house thingo. cant remember the name, but the experiences he'd had there like the mateship and family structure even though most people werent related, hed found to be a major reason as to him cleaning up. He's looking for a job now and tryin to find somewhere to stay.

Thing i found most interesting was how he, in so few words indespersed with vulgaritites (as was the way or speakin when we were mates) how he'd summed up my life, and what i have that other people dont. Humbling, i spose, would be the word here.

Guess it pays to catch up with mates every now and then. Helps you to see what you are, and how you got there, i spose.

S my story.

Male piercings

2005-02-18T23:33:00.000+10:00

Isnt it ironic how womens rights have enabled women more control over their destinies, but men which were once the power brokers, are now slaves to a matiarachy....the image of the grown woman who is enable to emasculate and castrate even the most masculine of figures is shown today....and as was in the past. like in Ken Kessey's "One flew over the cuckoos nest" (one of the hardest understand books, initially) and "Everybody loves Ray", the power brokers are the men.

This, as a greater focus, was sparked by a teacher this afternoon who asked me to remove my eyebrow stud. now, sociality and popular culture have seen that evebrow rings are "hot" and good looking (this was the response i got before getting mine done anyway) but women are still allowed to wear a pair of sleepers or studs to keep their ear piercings open. Shouldnt this extend to males as well? the option to put a plain chrome stud in to keep the piercing open? certainly it doesnt look bad providing the person is suitably attired.

I guess the idea of a double standard irritates me. that women campained so long for women's rights, and still expect to be treated as a princess and payed for everywhere they go, is bullshit. In my opinon, you either get one or the other. either way, you get what you wanted, so i dont see the problem. let's have a little bit of equality here people.

The Pen? or the Sword?

2005-02-18T23:17:00.000+10:00

Hey. been thinkin lately - is the pen really mightier than the sword?

on the side of the pen which symbolises spoken word and text, we see such things have much power, but can also be very weak.
If you are to hear words such as these you might recognise the power of them.
"I love you"
"your mother/father and i are splitting"
"I'm pregnant"
"Your'e (relative/family/loved one) is dead"
"I hate you" - though sometimes this can be weak
"David C. Ozanne!" - mum's favourite and you always know your in trouble, thats all a middle name is for really...

But on the other side of the coin, you have the sword, symbolising violence. Destructive, but it can be argued that mankind's greatest advances, traits and actions have been brought out on a battlefield, be it in a war or in the schoolyard fight.
Words can be nullified by a built (not necessarily large) man coming toward you with intent to hurt...but can also stop him. Words are thrown out the window when the first punch is thrown though, except to spurn or encourage the participants.

I guess it depends on who you are really. If you have the power to use words effectively, you can accomplish things far beyond what brute strength or malice can do. On the other hand, a stupid, but large person can dominate by force of will alone - the fact that they have the ability to do damge to you prevents most normal people from entering into anything with them. Thoughts?

bands.

2005-02-18T18:56:00.000+10:00

people. askin ur opinion here, sort of a celebration of musical diversity. If you had to choose ONE favourite outfit or band who would it be and why?

Relating to music as well - why do certain bands see the need to pack in as many instruments as possible. im not talkin guest artists or anything like that, i mean bands that have like 3 drummers (or percussion types) a bassist, a lead singer and keyboardist *cough Slipknot cough* like i can see the point in GOOD metal bands that have more than one electric guitarist up to like 3 of em yeh....but any more and u just got ppl playin the same riff in sync - why bother when u can have one dude and an 8 x 10" or 8 x 12" cab?
Guess the jist of it is, why do you need more than a lead guitarist and a chorus/rythm, a bassist, a drummer and a singer (if one of the electric guitarists isnt singing)?

Blast from the fuckin past

2005-02-18T01:02:00.000+10:00

And in a continuation of theme from the previous post, here's another song. see if you can work out who wrote it without using google hey?

"Redeemer"

The hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am

Always it is calling me, for the blood of man...

They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day

I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me...

Oh, I say I did and always searching, you can't fuck with me

So instead you'll taste my pain

The hunger inside given to me, makes me feel alive

Always out stalking prey, in the dark I hide

Feeling, falling, hating, feel like I am fading, hating LIFE!

They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day

I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me...

Oh, I say I did and always searching, you can't fuck with fate

So instead you'll taste my pain

You say your life I'm taking, always bothering me, I can't take this anymore,

I'm failing, always smothering me

You look down on me, hey what you see, take this gift from me, you will soon be ME!

Nothing seems exciting, always the same hiding... hiiiddinggg...It's haunting me.

It's haunting me. It's haunting me. It's haunting me

It's haunting me...

as you can see, theres a bit of a theme here. ive been dwelling on my parent's break up a lot lately, that among other things like past mistakes ive made. I had a look back at my life and it hasnt made me the happiest man around. granted i dont look sad most of the time but fuck it hurts inside.

P.S. dont post how sorry you are for me, cos i know most people dont really care.

Songs parallel life

2005-02-17T22:41:00.000+10:00

Female radio announcer; creepy bass intro enters into driving drum beat and deep, low lyrics

Nobody’s coming down the hall - Dad aint turnin back
Nobody echoes in my head - people dont tell me things now
Broken reflection outta luck - bad memories
Nobody ever needed it

and the riff changes; singer's tone gets higher
I got what was
I want to take what's left
Ready now - i gotta take wot i got into this year and make it a good one.

back to the driving beat and a small whining solo
Beautiful senses are gone - feel emotionally numb
Canary in a gilded cage
Singin - like the devil inside my head that tells me im gonna fail all the time

Sweet, soft, and low - like 'J' in a quiet mood
I will poison you all - and the reference to 'J' ends here. she has
Come closer, racing to your tongue brought me so much - she's hardly a poison, more of an angel really

and back again to the higher tone; the different riff
I got what was
I want to take what's left
No talk will cure - no words will make me change now
What's lost, or save what's left
For the deaf - i dont hear what i dont want to.

whispering; staggered grinding riff.

The blind can go get fucked - too bad fuckers
Lie beside the ditch - a portent of what is to come if i dont straighten out, sort of.
This halo round my neck
Has torn out every stictch - like the honesty i cling to has broguht me so much shit

repeating whining distorted riff; constant howling in background
Who are you hiding
Is it safe for the deaf - who cant see things coming. im sort of deaf.
Beautiful cancer - like dad's bitch, only i dont want to know what she looks like and i never do.
Infiltrate and forget
I saw you coming - shoulda known he was going to do it
I heard not a thing
A mistake not to listen
When I knew where you'd been - just like i see what people have given one another. traits, habits its all the same. we become less like who we hate and more like those we like.

And I got what was
I want to take what's left
No talk will cure
What's lost, or save what's left - dont talk of what you lost anymore dave, it cant save a thing.
For the deaf

ending now; whispering; note fades abruptly to radio announcer again, but a man this time

(its a QOTSA song. my favourite band. Saw some parallels.)

Fucked up comp

2005-02-17T22:40:00.000+10:00

internet isnt workin right atm so i accidentaly posted two of the above. never mind

Consequences

2005-02-17T16:27:00.000+10:00

Well hmmm.

Seems ive got to live with being a cunt now. my honestly, which can also be cruel...has in my eyes had some bad effects.

take for instance the issue of trust. it seems atm, that the only person im able to confide in with the knowledge that im going to recieve the same amount of trust back is 'J'
those of you who dont trust me enough to tell me trivial things nowday, tell me why. is it cos im am a cunt? cos you think ill tell 'J'? what?

do you just regard me as a piece of shit because i dont hit you when you pay me out? cos i have the self control to restrain myself almost all the time? do you think im a 'pussy' cos of this?

does it all stem from the fact that i lost a fight to a wanker to solve some problems - even though i knew i was gonna lose face? huh? do you just regard me as below you cos of this?

id like to know why.

(tara, liz and anyone else who has a grudge against me - this isnt an indication to tell me how much you dont like me, its asking specific questions)

fuck it!

2005-02-14T23:02:00.001+10:00

http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=3424

cant see anything involvin guns or weapons without there being a Middle Eastener involved, can you. just not kool. move your fuckin bias to the crazy dick with the gun fools!

Also relating to that story, mr Kalashnikov, designer of the infamous AK-47, recently had a birthday. he's got a good story behind him - look if you can be bothered.

Ha Har

2005-02-14T23:02:00.000+10:00

Smack my bitch up!

thar's been an alarmin indication of bitin goin on with the girlies three. Cheif culprit and intigator known as 'J' is considered toothed and dangerous. scratch that, they all are. girls - dont be biting now, there's jewels to be protected. they are PRICELESS. now thats outta the way - fuckin pointless rant that it was, lets move on.

Valentine's day!

what a success. bar the heat which may have seen an alarming number of wilted flowers (had most of them not been artificial) it bee's by opinion that the day went well! plesant thoughts benny, angmo is only up the coast, and a few days be it before yar be meeting again.
I gave 'J' 10, yes, 10 roses. thats what happens when you buy them from the flower markets and pick a half dozen roses with a few hidden. value for money! haha! some chocolate as well. in return i got a teddy bear, which by 'J's insistence, will dutifully watch my bed from now on. plesant lookin little thing, very nice. got a card too - that meant the most :) words can be powerful people. use em wisely.

im bored outta my skull and with not much to do for a while but sleep a few more hours of my life away, i shall retire to my comfy bed. under the watchful eye of a teddy-bear. yes, proceeding onwards now *meanders off into distance*

- Dave

Some bass solos

2005-02-13T22:38:00.000+10:00

hello all ya bloggers & blog watchers out thar in the great back-o-beyond.

so far, ive found some good songs to learn....some have killer bass solos in them.

i want you to tell me what songs ya think have good bass in em. i dont mean thumpin drum machine shite people, i mean bass GUITAR ok?

so far i got:

- song & solo for Ben Harper + Innocent Criminals : Steal my kisses
- solo at the start of Rage Against The Machine : Calm like a bomb
- the entire Jamiroquai : 'Emergeny on planet earth' album
- the song Machine Head : Days turn blue to grey
- any song by Queens of the Stone Age

so the challenge is : find me some good bass lines and i'll see how quick i can get to play competently. i'll even tell you if im havin trouble. go forth and listen :)

Media

2005-02-13T20:22:00.000+10:00

Guess what. i reckon the media sucks nuts.

Its getting to the point where something gets in ur face somethin so much u begin to dislike it.

S like the media's tryin to make it all a trend, so in it comes it can be exploited and marketed til it's balls start draggin 'gainst the ground and as quickly as it started theyve found somethin else to market. Happens with bands and stuff. you like em before theyre popular - they get into the mainstream and suddnely theyve lost all theyre flavor like a 10 min old bit of gum. cant things be...like....gone a bit easier on?

pfft anyway.

there's somethin i dont like seein in people. s when say, they'll go yeh i want something...then they'll do fuck all to get it. s like theyre resigning 'emselves to failure before theyve started.
say for instance a girl wants a boyfriend. why doesnt she go out and look for a bloody bloke instead of waiting for them to come to her? look, i hate to break it to you ladies, but unless you have a particularly pleasing face or a good set of tits, dont expect the men to come running. you've got to get off you ass. most blokes will prolly say yes if you ask em out, unless you look like a wilted cabbage or something else off-putting. grow some goddamn (metaphorical) balls and do something for yourself.
i didnt expect 'J' to say yes and be me' wonderful girlfriend when i asked her out. i grew some balls and asked her anyways tho' and look what it got me. look. you might get shot down, but who gives a fuck. you'll know you have the balls to do it next time, cos at least you did something for yourself.

til next time ladies and gents.

WOOOooooOOOWOooOOOOOoooo

2005-02-13T19:45:00.000+10:00

I'm back on the bloggin pill.

Spurred on by ben's new lease on the blog - see it @ http://bloglikeiveneverbloggedbefore.blogspot.com/ and my relative boredom at 1:21 am in the mornin' i've taken up bloggin' again ladies and gents.

How are ye all approachin' valentines' day? I've resolved to throw some flowers at it, some bloke i know bought one flower *cough* and yeh. My good ol girlfriend 'J' has suggested valentines day is for corny gifts and laughs, i reckon its about showin somebody u like em by givin em somethin thoughtful. I'd appreciate some comment on this, is there a definite one or the other? is it both?

I heard a comment today that sombody felt really cheap cos theyre only getting theyre significant other about $20 odd worth of stuff fer valentines day. Is this a problem if youre buyin what the other likes? me personal thoughts on the matter is it dont. Im all fer the get em what they want fuck the cost (within reasonable limits, as 'J' is creative enought to ask fer things like marsh frogs or whales - not the fat woman type - the oceangoin ones) school of thought. To this end i decided at the start of my rel. with 'J' that i'd get her a 9ct gold chain which she now wears all the time. This mind you was only one month into the relationship. Too far? well i guess you can see how much effort your willin' to put into it by stuff like that i guess.

What's the fuckin' deal with animals? me and 'J' went out fer a walk aboot half 7ish tonight and we were not only watched by approached by 4 random cats. one promptly precceded to stare down the road into the darkness and acted like it was seein someone which freaked the fuck outta the both of us. returning home we also saw a big owl. this bastard just calmly watched us pass by. wierd.

Mesa Boogie make the goddarn best amps. Nothin like em. pure fcukin ooomph. random, but hey.. :)

On the note of the formal yeh, you reckon it's a better go to buy a suit ($600 odd fer a top end model, 350 fer a nice looker) or spend $120ish on hire? i mean, blokes, were gonna wear em again 'nless u get a shit one - hire them - but yeh it aint a fuckin weddin dress gentleman. u can get some wear outta em. i think a suit can make an ordinary man a bit more, add some class to him.

anywho, id better be getting on. gotta go to the flower markets tomorrow as i dont like half-arsed gifts.

Dave

P.S.
Only one rule in this blog'o'mine. You dont post as anonymous else i dont listen to you. u want an argument step up an say ur name othawise i cant be bothered with ur petty shit, ok?