Its one am, and I cant sleep. Which isn’t usually such a big problem, but tonight it is because I was overtired from Emma’s rollicking Boxing Day Birthday Bash (ooh! Alliteration) (At which we played pool with Jet O’Rourke) and fully expected to just go to bed and collapse. But I didn’t. I went to bed at 11 hoping this would be so (Mainly because there was fuck all on TV and it seems like everyone else was doing something exciting). Anyway, after two full hours of tossing and turning without sleep, I got up to get a glass of water and lo and behold, the computer had been left on, So I thought I would amble my way in here and assault you all with the rantings and ravings of a madman (ie: me)
Here comes fun, Cause I am so bored I am going to do another one of those random “Stream of consciousness” writings where you just crap on about whatever is on your mind. It’s sorta fun in a way. Think of it as an update into the mind of me.
Here goes.
Powderfinger are cool. If I could, I would shake Bernard’s hand good and proper. Almost as much as I would shake Paul Dempsey’s hand (Touche Dempsey, Touche) or Tim Freedman’s. Or I could combine the two of them into a super Tim Dempsey, Taul Freesey (Which sounds like a large frozen coke) or a Pim Dempsman. That would be cool. Dempsey made my “To Do” list, (written by Daw), list also contains Julia, Savage and Kevins Bacons Penis in no particular order.
Soonish I have to buy Julia some yellow underwear as a New Years gift. Take up this tradition kids! Apparently it is a South American tradition to give a gift of yellow underwear on New Years Eve, and if worn at midnight, the wearee (or wearer) of said underwear will have good luck for that year. The rules being that you should put them on closeish to midnight (Say sometime after 11:45) and that the underwear themselves must be a gift from another person, (ie: not bought by the wearer). This tradition I picked up from Katie, and I think it’s a good idea to make new years that little bit more exciting. Speaking of new years…
1) I Should do that year long write up so you people know what I have been up to all year
2) My IB results come in soon after that. Scary scary shit, not that I actually find the energy to care much anymore
3) I should really work out exactly what I am doing and come up with a resolution
More to the point…
I like pr0n
I just realised that I don’t actually give much of a fuck anymore. People who insult my blog because I don’t put photo’s on it every damn day (you know who you are), can go and crap large square sandstone bricks in hell because if I wanted my blog to be a never ending gallery of pictures, that’s what it would be.
And as for you who think it’s boring, Fuck you! I don’t make you come and read it, its here mostly for my entertainment anyway.
Sorry for that sidebar.
By the way, Dave Matthews rocks.
What lies in future for Don’t Eat the yellow snow? God knows! But I'm planning on maybe a few template changes up real soon, so keep your eyes peeled for those ones, also I should probably update links and shit. Which I will start on right now. So… Ill see you kids round.
Most of you at Francesca’s farewell tonight. At which I am playing.
Happy Birthday to Ty for yesterday (27th of December)
Night.
Don't eat the yellow snow
Sunday, December 28, 2003
Saturday, December 27, 2003
Yesterday, I made a CD of a random mix of songs by opening up my music file, closing my eyes and clicking at random. It is the most random and disjointed play list ever and goes something like….
They might be giants – Istanbul
Weird Al Yankovic – Beer song
They might be giants- The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
Powderfinger – Stumblin’
Coldplay – Shiver
Dave Matthews Band – Crush
Dave Matthews Band – Crash into me
Dave Matthews Band - #41
Something for Kate – Monsters
The Verve – Lucky man
The Whitlams – Duffy’s song
Motorace – Keeping secrets
Rhubarb – Excerciser
Jason Mraz – Ill do anything
Rammstein – Speiluhr
Fuel – Shimmer
Norah Jones – Come away with me
Rob D – Clubbed to death
OPM – El capitan
I think I clicked and dragged my cursor for the DMB line up. But it is a weird weird fucked up CD. Please note the inclusion of Mraz’s sweet soft acoustic “Ill do anything” right before Rammstein’s “Speiluhr”.
Quality mix. I assure you.
They might be giants – Istanbul
Weird Al Yankovic – Beer song
They might be giants- The sun is a mass of incandescent gas
Powderfinger – Stumblin’
Coldplay – Shiver
Dave Matthews Band – Crush
Dave Matthews Band – Crash into me
Dave Matthews Band - #41
Something for Kate – Monsters
The Verve – Lucky man
The Whitlams – Duffy’s song
Motorace – Keeping secrets
Rhubarb – Excerciser
Jason Mraz – Ill do anything
Rammstein – Speiluhr
Fuel – Shimmer
Norah Jones – Come away with me
Rob D – Clubbed to death
OPM – El capitan
I think I clicked and dragged my cursor for the DMB line up. But it is a weird weird fucked up CD. Please note the inclusion of Mraz’s sweet soft acoustic “Ill do anything” right before Rammstein’s “Speiluhr”.
Quality mix. I assure you.
Hoooooooooookay, Dale asked for it.
Ahem.
EeeeeeeeeeeeeVERYBODY TURN AND LOOK AT DALE!!!!!
GIVE HIM A LITTLE ATTENTION....
LITTLE MORE!
annnnnnnnnnd thats enough.
We should never hear about proclaimation day again now that he has got his attention.
Thankyou, go back to what you were doing.
Ahem.
EeeeeeeeeeeeeVERYBODY TURN AND LOOK AT DALE!!!!!
GIVE HIM A LITTLE ATTENTION....
LITTLE MORE!
annnnnnnnnnd thats enough.
We should never hear about proclaimation day again now that he has got his attention.
Thankyou, go back to what you were doing.
Friday, December 26, 2003
Boxing Day Wishes!
I hope all of you out there in TV land had a very merry and restful Christmas and that the big fat man in red brought you everything you asked for. Now, as y'all are no doubt collapsed out on the couch infront of the TV or in a chair infront of your computer, I might provide you with a little to read, boring as it may be.
As far as the fat man goes, Christmas brought me:
A Guitar hard case
James Patterson's newest book "Big bad wolf"
Dave Matthews Band Central Park Concert on DVD
Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail Special Edition DVD
Socks!
Underwear!
Clothes!
Electric scissors, Seven times tables, and a sheep skin eyeglass holder (From Julia)
Jeff Buckley's "Sketches for my sweetheard the drunk" (His unfinished album)
Enjoyable. As far as the day went, Julia and I had lunch with my folks and extended family at home, then Dinner with hers and extended family at her place. Both were fun but Christmas being the day for eating too much I think I err ate too much.
hehe
I heard somewhere that on Christmas day, people eat up to five times as much as they would on a normal day. Enjoy that thought as you digest.
Happy Boxing day!
(Sidebar just for Dale: Yes Dale it is Boxing Day. I'm sorry, but Christmas day is also a holiday for the Pagan god of the mushrooms. However, if you walked around on Christmas saying "Enjoy todays celebration of the pagan god of the mushrooms" everyone would go "Wanker", which is what we are doing when you are saying Proclaimation day. Noone but you actually cares)
heheh
I hope all of you out there in TV land had a very merry and restful Christmas and that the big fat man in red brought you everything you asked for. Now, as y'all are no doubt collapsed out on the couch infront of the TV or in a chair infront of your computer, I might provide you with a little to read, boring as it may be.
As far as the fat man goes, Christmas brought me:
A Guitar hard case
James Patterson's newest book "Big bad wolf"
Dave Matthews Band Central Park Concert on DVD
Monty Python Search for the Holy Grail Special Edition DVD
Socks!
Underwear!
Clothes!
Electric scissors, Seven times tables, and a sheep skin eyeglass holder (From Julia)
Jeff Buckley's "Sketches for my sweetheard the drunk" (His unfinished album)
Enjoyable. As far as the day went, Julia and I had lunch with my folks and extended family at home, then Dinner with hers and extended family at her place. Both were fun but Christmas being the day for eating too much I think I err ate too much.
hehe
I heard somewhere that on Christmas day, people eat up to five times as much as they would on a normal day. Enjoy that thought as you digest.
Happy Boxing day!
(Sidebar just for Dale: Yes Dale it is Boxing Day. I'm sorry, but Christmas day is also a holiday for the Pagan god of the mushrooms. However, if you walked around on Christmas saying "Enjoy todays celebration of the pagan god of the mushrooms" everyone would go "Wanker", which is what we are doing when you are saying Proclaimation day. Noone but you actually cares)
heheh
Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Church is fun. My priest is old. He makes funny noises. He sounds like a cross between Admiral Ackbar from Star wars, Karras from Thief 2 and the funny Shellfish guy from Futurama. That makes church fun.
*SHUDDER*
*SHUDDER*
Sunday, December 21, 2003
We spoke briefly about things that the Christmas season would be better without. I would like to add to that list:
The sultana bran add. With the singing, and the wanky family... You know the one
*Shudder*
The sultana bran add. With the singing, and the wanky family... You know the one
*Shudder*
Nick's List of things that should definitely be banned at Christmas time:
1) Feel good holiday specials about the bonding time for family at Christmas
2) Exorbitant parking charges
3) Foam antlers in red and green.
4) Upbeat techno remixes of Christmas Carols belted out from every single "trendy" Christmas store.
5) Assholes beat boxing upbeat techno remixes of Christmas carols in the middle of Rundle mall.
6) ANYONE with an instrument standing in the mall and playing Christmas Carols.
7) The phrases "Can I help you?", "Are you right there?", "What are you after?" and "Looking for anything in particular?"
8) Far too perky counter help who give you attitude when buying a gift that is most obviously for a girlfriend or female sibling.
9) Mosquitoes and Play equipment.
10) Bailey's
11) Anyone dressed as Santa or a reindeer without DAMN good reason to be attired in that way
12) People who put fake Santa legs sticking up out of their chimney
Twelve things that are most good about Christmas to come once I have gotten some sleep.
By the way, please ignore the double posts for the time being, It is just blogger being a ho, and a cheap one at that (Please note the appropriate holiday lexicon :D)
1) Feel good holiday specials about the bonding time for family at Christmas
2) Exorbitant parking charges
3) Foam antlers in red and green.
4) Upbeat techno remixes of Christmas Carols belted out from every single "trendy" Christmas store.
5) Assholes beat boxing upbeat techno remixes of Christmas carols in the middle of Rundle mall.
6) ANYONE with an instrument standing in the mall and playing Christmas Carols.
7) The phrases "Can I help you?", "Are you right there?", "What are you after?" and "Looking for anything in particular?"
8) Far too perky counter help who give you attitude when buying a gift that is most obviously for a girlfriend or female sibling.
9) Mosquitoes and Play equipment.
10) Bailey's
11) Anyone dressed as Santa or a reindeer without DAMN good reason to be attired in that way
12) People who put fake Santa legs sticking up out of their chimney
Twelve things that are most good about Christmas to come once I have gotten some sleep.
By the way, please ignore the double posts for the time being, It is just blogger being a ho, and a cheap one at that (Please note the appropriate holiday lexicon :D)
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Year 12 results came in a few days ago, and from what I am hearing, our grade did pretty damn well for itself. Unfortunatley the rest of us IB slobs have to wait until January 6th to get our results, so we are understandably ticked off. We really do get left out, when I noticed the news saying that ALL South Australian year 12 students would get their results on Thursday on the News. THOSE LYING BASTARDS!
Anyway, I came up with a foolproof plan if I happen to fail and talked it over with my mum. The conversation went something like this...
Mum: So what did all your friends get?
Me: *Tells her* (Im not publishing other peoples results up here)
Mum: OH! They all did very well. I hope you do as well as they do.
Me: Meh, If I don't I have a contingency plan for a career.
Mum: Really? What would that be?
Me: I would become a freelance assassin.
Mum.....
Me: What! You get plenty of holidays, get to see the world, and the pay is good! Better than what a doctor or a lawyer would get!
Mum: Yes, but it would cost a lot to get you established.
Me: I can just do underground hits for seedy drug gangs till I have the capital.
Mum: And you would have to make a name for yourself so people would hire you.
Me: Thats true.
Mum: And you would have to deal with the police and other people trying to kill you.
Me:.... are you trying to talk me out of this just so you arent ashamed when you have to tell people what your son works as? Because, thats kinda selfish.
Mum: No, I just want you to be safe and sucessful.
Mum....
Me....
Me: Are we having a serious conversation about wether or not I should become a freelance assassin?
Mum: I think so, yes.
That was fun.
Anyway, I came up with a foolproof plan if I happen to fail and talked it over with my mum. The conversation went something like this...
Mum: So what did all your friends get?
Me: *Tells her* (Im not publishing other peoples results up here)
Mum: OH! They all did very well. I hope you do as well as they do.
Me: Meh, If I don't I have a contingency plan for a career.
Mum: Really? What would that be?
Me: I would become a freelance assassin.
Mum.....
Me: What! You get plenty of holidays, get to see the world, and the pay is good! Better than what a doctor or a lawyer would get!
Mum: Yes, but it would cost a lot to get you established.
Me: I can just do underground hits for seedy drug gangs till I have the capital.
Mum: And you would have to make a name for yourself so people would hire you.
Me: Thats true.
Mum: And you would have to deal with the police and other people trying to kill you.
Me:.... are you trying to talk me out of this just so you arent ashamed when you have to tell people what your son works as? Because, thats kinda selfish.
Mum: No, I just want you to be safe and sucessful.
Mum....
Me....
Me: Are we having a serious conversation about wether or not I should become a freelance assassin?
Mum: I think so, yes.
That was fun.
Year 12 results came in a few days ago, and from what I am hearing, our grade did pretty damn well for itself. Unfortunatley the rest of us IB slobs have to wait until January 6th to get our results, so we are understandably ticked off. We really do get left out, when I noticed the news saying that ALL South Australian year 12 students would get their results on Thursday on the News. THOSE LYING BASTARDS!
Anyway, I came up with a foolproof plan if I happen to fail and talked it over with my mum. The conversation went something like this...
Mum: So what did all your friends get?
Me: *Tells her* (Im not publishing other peoples results up here)
Mum: OH! They all did very well. I hope you do as well as they do.
Me: Meh, If I don't I have a contingency plan for a career.
Mum: Really? What would that be?
Me: I would become a freelance assassin.
Mum.....
Me: What! You get plenty of holidays, get to see the world, and the pay is good! Better than what a doctor or a lawyer would get!
Mum: Yes, but it would cost a lot to get you established.
Me: I can just do underground hits for seedy drug gangs till I have the capital.
Mum: And you would have to make a name for yourself so people would hire you.
Me: Thats true.
Mum: And you would have to deal with the police and other people trying to kill you.
Me:.... are you trying to talk me out of this just so you arent ashamed when you have to tell people what your son works as? Because, thats kinda selfish.
Mum: No, I just want you to be safe and sucessful.
Mum....
Me....
Me: Are we having a serious conversation about wether or not I should become a freelance assassin?
Mum: I think so, yes.
Anyway, I came up with a foolproof plan if I happen to fail and talked it over with my mum. The conversation went something like this...
Mum: So what did all your friends get?
Me: *Tells her* (Im not publishing other peoples results up here)
Mum: OH! They all did very well. I hope you do as well as they do.
Me: Meh, If I don't I have a contingency plan for a career.
Mum: Really? What would that be?
Me: I would become a freelance assassin.
Mum.....
Me: What! You get plenty of holidays, get to see the world, and the pay is good! Better than what a doctor or a lawyer would get!
Mum: Yes, but it would cost a lot to get you established.
Me: I can just do underground hits for seedy drug gangs till I have the capital.
Mum: And you would have to make a name for yourself so people would hire you.
Me: Thats true.
Mum: And you would have to deal with the police and other people trying to kill you.
Me:.... are you trying to talk me out of this just so you arent ashamed when you have to tell people what your son works as? Because, thats kinda selfish.
Mum: No, I just want you to be safe and sucessful.
Mum....
Me....
Me: Are we having a serious conversation about wether or not I should become a freelance assassin?
Mum: I think so, yes.
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Last night I went to Marion to do some Christmas shopping and Daw and I spent more than an hour in the new JB HI FI store because it is so cool. Take notes anyone buying presents for me. Then, we headed beach wards with Libbi and Kate. As is the apparent tradition, we made a sand Libbi. It was funny. Photos will be up as soon as I’ve got em. More on that later. And I know I don’t have a great track record with you guys on photos
Sooooooo..
I finally got off my ass and uploaded them! (It took me ages too, I hope you appreciate it). Here are some images of our graduation ball and schoolies week. Keep in mind that these were the best of a bad bunch, after I weeded out the fuzzy crap photos or weird drunken ones; there wasn’t a whole lot to see. But here goes!
Scary me and Daw up on stage.
The boys: all dressed up
Funny Irishman. Funny Drunken Irishman
A party just isn’t a party without a conga line!
The grad was so much fun, they all fell over
Ben, and his ever loved CC
Howie and Hannah. Awww
Andy. So hot right now. Andy
Daw takes his girlfriend, Watermelon Wibbi, to the beach
A cop appreciates Daw’s Girlfriend.
The paramedics help out Watermelon Wibbi
Daw kills Watermelon Wibbi Hannibal style
Tim, Pliers and a groin: No good can come of this.
Sam being Sam (Its very arthouse)
Bad Idea: Sam and Tim decide to make damper
Good Idea: Everyone gets subway when the damper fails.
Rocks, uh, um, do just that, rock
Softcore porn: Zooper Dooper Style
Julia! Cause we love her! (And if you don’t, I do, and it’s my blog fuckers!)
Howie: Damn Sexy
Dale: Excited by something (His mouth is a funny shape!)
Julia asks if I would still love her if she was fat and uses some pillows to test this theory.
Sam and Emma
Me an’ Julia (Or Julia and I, depending on how much you like English
Howie appreciates the finished Beer-a-mid
A nice action shot of Ben destroying the finished beer-a-mid.
Erin enjoys Milo cereal.
The sign says it all: Nice work girls. (“A fun night out is great sex, are you getting some tonight?” for the fuzzy eyed)
I appreciate that some of the SACE Students wont be sleeping so well this evening given that their final results are released on the internet tomorrow morning (8am if I remember right) and delivered by the postman later in the day. Best of luck to all of you. I hope you do well, and achieve high enough to have gotten into the courses you so desire. As for the IB people, well, we get to stick it out until the start of January (About the 5th or 6th, I don’t remember), so enjoy the Christmas and New Year while you can kids, Things could shape up worse in the new year.
I'm going to bed now. Gnite all.
PS: I think I will leave you with a song because it is playing right now and it is moving and sort sweet. Enjoy
Find me here,
Speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That is leading me
To the place
Where I find peace again
You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the life
To my soul
You are my purpose
You are everything
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
You calm the storms
You give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fall
You still my heart
And you take my breath away
Would you take me in
Would you take me deeper, now
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything, everything
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
Everything - Lifehouse
Sooooooo..
I finally got off my ass and uploaded them! (It took me ages too, I hope you appreciate it). Here are some images of our graduation ball and schoolies week. Keep in mind that these were the best of a bad bunch, after I weeded out the fuzzy crap photos or weird drunken ones; there wasn’t a whole lot to see. But here goes!
Scary me and Daw up on stage.
The boys: all dressed up
Funny Irishman. Funny Drunken Irishman
A party just isn’t a party without a conga line!
The grad was so much fun, they all fell over
Ben, and his ever loved CC
Howie and Hannah. Awww
Andy. So hot right now. Andy
Daw takes his girlfriend, Watermelon Wibbi, to the beach
A cop appreciates Daw’s Girlfriend.
The paramedics help out Watermelon Wibbi
Daw kills Watermelon Wibbi Hannibal style
Tim, Pliers and a groin: No good can come of this.
Sam being Sam (Its very arthouse)
Bad Idea: Sam and Tim decide to make damper
Good Idea: Everyone gets subway when the damper fails.
Rocks, uh, um, do just that, rock
Softcore porn: Zooper Dooper Style
Julia! Cause we love her! (And if you don’t, I do, and it’s my blog fuckers!)
Howie: Damn Sexy
Dale: Excited by something (His mouth is a funny shape!)
Julia asks if I would still love her if she was fat and uses some pillows to test this theory.
Sam and Emma
Me an’ Julia (Or Julia and I, depending on how much you like English
Howie appreciates the finished Beer-a-mid
A nice action shot of Ben destroying the finished beer-a-mid.
Erin enjoys Milo cereal.
The sign says it all: Nice work girls. (“A fun night out is great sex, are you getting some tonight?” for the fuzzy eyed)
I appreciate that some of the SACE Students wont be sleeping so well this evening given that their final results are released on the internet tomorrow morning (8am if I remember right) and delivered by the postman later in the day. Best of luck to all of you. I hope you do well, and achieve high enough to have gotten into the courses you so desire. As for the IB people, well, we get to stick it out until the start of January (About the 5th or 6th, I don’t remember), so enjoy the Christmas and New Year while you can kids, Things could shape up worse in the new year.
I'm going to bed now. Gnite all.
PS: I think I will leave you with a song because it is playing right now and it is moving and sort sweet. Enjoy
Find me here,
Speak to me
I want to feel you
I need to hear you
You are the light
That is leading me
To the place
Where I find peace again
You are the strength
That keeps me walking
You are the hope
That keeps me trusting
You are the life
To my soul
You are my purpose
You are everything
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
You calm the storms
You give me rest
You hold me in your hands
You won't let me fall
You still my heart
And you take my breath away
Would you take me in
Would you take me deeper, now
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
Cause you're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
You're everything, everything
You're all I want
You're all I need
Everything, everything
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better any better than this
And how can I stand here with you
And not be moved by you
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this
Everything - Lifehouse
Sunday, December 14, 2003
I'm a wee bit excited because my favourite Simpsons Treehouse of Horror Episode is on tonight (Its the one with Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven" in it) I'm an English nerd, I get excited by things like that. The final of Survivor is on too, that is also very exciting. I need to reaquaint myself with TV, I have missed it for a while. Spent last night at Goolwa, and helped the girls clean up their shit in the morning (Its a bigger job than one might expect). Other than that, I skipped tonights Carols by Candlelight (possibly because I have no car and the logistics of it are simply mind boggling, I would have had to walk). Ill be back later. Hasta.
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Well, the christmas season is here again, and this means that as school gets out, our house fills up with Chrismassy crap that is presented to my parents as the little bastards flee the schools. So, at present, our kitchen table is COVERED in handmade cards, boxes of chocolates, christmas cakes, christmas puddings, other forms of chocolate and confectionery and all sorts of crazy christmassy crap given to my parents. Moral of the story: Food is good, Chocolate is better. Mmmmm.
I just got back from my flying visit to Goolwa, I will update more later.
I just got back from my flying visit to Goolwa, I will update more later.
Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Also: Powderfinger rock my face off
when you are set to throw in your hand
when you are far from home
when what you believe is buried in your hands
when you feel outgrown
i'll be the one to pick you up again
when you decide you've had enough of it
i'll be the one
i'll be the one
when your speech is slow
when your eyes are closed
when you feel betrayed
when your heart is frayed
when your feet are cold
when your sights are low
i'll be the one to pick you up again
when you decide you've had enough of it
i'll be the one
i'll be the one
- Pick you up : Powderfinger
Best song ever.
when you are set to throw in your hand
when you are far from home
when what you believe is buried in your hands
when you feel outgrown
i'll be the one to pick you up again
when you decide you've had enough of it
i'll be the one
i'll be the one
when your speech is slow
when your eyes are closed
when you feel betrayed
when your heart is frayed
when your feet are cold
when your sights are low
i'll be the one to pick you up again
when you decide you've had enough of it
i'll be the one
i'll be the one
- Pick you up : Powderfinger
Best song ever.
Hello, Long time no see.
Everyone has been busy, and with Christmas fast approaching, the parties and celebrations just seem to occur closer and closer together. I worked Saturday arvo, and came home pine scented (yep, Im dealing with the Christmas trees again) then went straight out to Canale's 18th at the Ballroom and then slept at Randool's before going to Howie's 18th on Sunday. Jam packed, it really is. I go to Goolwa tomorrow I think, we will see.
Also, ads on tv for the library are lame and should be removed
That is all for now
Everyone has been busy, and with Christmas fast approaching, the parties and celebrations just seem to occur closer and closer together. I worked Saturday arvo, and came home pine scented (yep, Im dealing with the Christmas trees again) then went straight out to Canale's 18th at the Ballroom and then slept at Randool's before going to Howie's 18th on Sunday. Jam packed, it really is. I go to Goolwa tomorrow I think, we will see.
Also, ads on tv for the library are lame and should be removed
That is all for now
Saturday, December 06, 2003
Busy coupla days since the partay at the Betros household. Thursday set us all up for a rollicking barbeque at the Mason residence; I drove down with Julia for a flying visit before I had to head off to a Christmas Council Dinner (fully paid for) at the My Yen restaurant. Dinner was great. There was far too much food for us to f finish though. After supper was ended, I took to my busted ass vehicle (But yes kids, I have it back, and it is driveable again) and headed back to Mason's. Many a good song was played and lots of fun was had by all.
Last night however. (and I strongly recommend if your name happens to be Julia or Mykiela that you stop reading right here). Last night, Daw, Hillier, Wisdom and myself headed out Northwards to see Powderfinger on Memorial Drive. The first support act, the Tremors were playing when we got there, and we were most impressed by the butch lesbian bass player and greasy looking lead singer. Before long they finished up and John Butler Trio took the stage. John made his guitar weep with his trademark slidin' style. Better man seemed to go on forever and was a definite crowd pleaser. It was about at this stage that the people in the stands received the first payout of the night when halfway through his set, John took to waving at them to see if they were paying attention. In the crowd near us we saw his brother, Jeff Butler. He has a quartet. But that’s another story. We were shocked and appalled when we saw Bernard Fanning backstage taking photos of John Butler performing. As Daw said “That’s just not right”. Fortunately, he had to duck back behind the curtain when screaming girl fans in the front of the pit saw him and started screaming at him and drowning out John’s guitar. Powderfinger took the stage at about 9 and here’s the way shit went down….
Rockin’ Rocks
Waiting for the sun
I love your way
My kinda scene
Don’t wanna be left out
These days (Solo piano)
Rita
How far have we really come?
Stumblin’
Thriliology
Sunsets
Passenger
Like a dog
(Baby I’ve got you) On my mind
Encore:
Pockets
Pick you up
My Happiness
Looooooooong set. The rockin’ rocks opener was a big one, and that segued straight into “Waiting for the Sun”. Bernard said howdy before they took to playing “I love your way” (And then tripped over his own microphone cord). An extended solo in “I love your way” was needed so that the sound technicians could fix up the feed to the guitars, which had been having problems since John Butler Trio were on stage. By this time the moon had well and truly risen, and the lights of the stage were finally effective (Despite the fact that they had been switched on since 6:30), and with a backing of green light, with a microphone in front of his face, Bernard looks a lot like Wilhem Dafoe in the Spiderman movie. The lack of natural light also meant that the video screens were operational, and the stoners in the crowd enjoyed it immensely. Curtains came down, and the piano was wheeled on to allow a solo piano version of “These days” which made me wish I had a lighter to light and sway with. Next up came a previous unrecorded song (Its country and western, and its on the DVD, I think it is some sort of woman’s name). Recently we have learned it is actually called Rita. Pianist for this song, Darren Middleton screwed up the key, and thus the song had to start again. Bernard made the point that “Its so unprofessional to not be able to transpose on the spot Darren”. Regardless, a couple of slower acoustic songs infront of the curtain cooled the crowd down again, and prepared them for the approaching set. “Stumblin’” came out hard and got the crowd jumping. As did the rest of this section. A chinase cartoon video clip that was totally kick ass accompanied “Sunsets”. They pulled out one of my personal favourites, “Passenger” for the older fans. “Like a dog” got people fired up as well, and “(Baby I’ve got you) On my mind” closed the set.. At the start of that song however, I was brutally kicked in the head by a crowd surfing fag, which marred the song slightly, (I took solace in the fact that later he fell on his head). Bernard closed up the show by saying cheers to the people in the crowd, Howdy to the people in the stands and Quote “ Up yours to the tightwads standing over there on the riverbank” Unquote. He was right to do it, and much abuse was directed towards them. After five minutes worth of chanting from the crowd, they came back for the encore. A brutal drum solo set up “Pockets” as a huge success and they pulled out two crowd favourites “Pick you up” (Which was dedicated to a new friends baby) and the classic “My Happiness” to draw everything to a close.
It was a fucking great concert, but I realised when I was there, that I am OLD. I mean, there were older people there, but I think that we now fall into the Middle to old class of ‘finger fans. (cause we were rocking out to the in between band music, like Zeppelin and Guns n roses), but I was horrified to see the class of younger fans (12-15 year olds I guess) who couldn’t sing along to classics like “Passenger”, or “Pick you up”, and even the institutions like “My Happiness”. Made me a little mad in a way, considering that some hardcore fans missed out. Sorry guys.
I'm wearing my vulture street shirt right now. hehehe
Seeya kids!
Last night however. (and I strongly recommend if your name happens to be Julia or Mykiela that you stop reading right here). Last night, Daw, Hillier, Wisdom and myself headed out Northwards to see Powderfinger on Memorial Drive. The first support act, the Tremors were playing when we got there, and we were most impressed by the butch lesbian bass player and greasy looking lead singer. Before long they finished up and John Butler Trio took the stage. John made his guitar weep with his trademark slidin' style. Better man seemed to go on forever and was a definite crowd pleaser. It was about at this stage that the people in the stands received the first payout of the night when halfway through his set, John took to waving at them to see if they were paying attention. In the crowd near us we saw his brother, Jeff Butler. He has a quartet. But that’s another story. We were shocked and appalled when we saw Bernard Fanning backstage taking photos of John Butler performing. As Daw said “That’s just not right”. Fortunately, he had to duck back behind the curtain when screaming girl fans in the front of the pit saw him and started screaming at him and drowning out John’s guitar. Powderfinger took the stage at about 9 and here’s the way shit went down….
Rockin’ Rocks
Waiting for the sun
I love your way
My kinda scene
Don’t wanna be left out
These days (Solo piano)
Rita
How far have we really come?
Stumblin’
Thriliology
Sunsets
Passenger
Like a dog
(Baby I’ve got you) On my mind
Encore:
Pockets
Pick you up
My Happiness
Looooooooong set. The rockin’ rocks opener was a big one, and that segued straight into “Waiting for the Sun”. Bernard said howdy before they took to playing “I love your way” (And then tripped over his own microphone cord). An extended solo in “I love your way” was needed so that the sound technicians could fix up the feed to the guitars, which had been having problems since John Butler Trio were on stage. By this time the moon had well and truly risen, and the lights of the stage were finally effective (Despite the fact that they had been switched on since 6:30), and with a backing of green light, with a microphone in front of his face, Bernard looks a lot like Wilhem Dafoe in the Spiderman movie. The lack of natural light also meant that the video screens were operational, and the stoners in the crowd enjoyed it immensely. Curtains came down, and the piano was wheeled on to allow a solo piano version of “These days” which made me wish I had a lighter to light and sway with. Next up came a previous unrecorded song (Its country and western, and its on the DVD, I think it is some sort of woman’s name). Recently we have learned it is actually called Rita. Pianist for this song, Darren Middleton screwed up the key, and thus the song had to start again. Bernard made the point that “Its so unprofessional to not be able to transpose on the spot Darren”. Regardless, a couple of slower acoustic songs infront of the curtain cooled the crowd down again, and prepared them for the approaching set. “Stumblin’” came out hard and got the crowd jumping. As did the rest of this section. A chinase cartoon video clip that was totally kick ass accompanied “Sunsets”. They pulled out one of my personal favourites, “Passenger” for the older fans. “Like a dog” got people fired up as well, and “(Baby I’ve got you) On my mind” closed the set.. At the start of that song however, I was brutally kicked in the head by a crowd surfing fag, which marred the song slightly, (I took solace in the fact that later he fell on his head). Bernard closed up the show by saying cheers to the people in the crowd, Howdy to the people in the stands and Quote “ Up yours to the tightwads standing over there on the riverbank” Unquote. He was right to do it, and much abuse was directed towards them. After five minutes worth of chanting from the crowd, they came back for the encore. A brutal drum solo set up “Pockets” as a huge success and they pulled out two crowd favourites “Pick you up” (Which was dedicated to a new friends baby) and the classic “My Happiness” to draw everything to a close.
It was a fucking great concert, but I realised when I was there, that I am OLD. I mean, there were older people there, but I think that we now fall into the Middle to old class of ‘finger fans. (cause we were rocking out to the in between band music, like Zeppelin and Guns n roses), but I was horrified to see the class of younger fans (12-15 year olds I guess) who couldn’t sing along to classics like “Passenger”, or “Pick you up”, and even the institutions like “My Happiness”. Made me a little mad in a way, considering that some hardcore fans missed out. Sorry guys.
I'm wearing my vulture street shirt right now. hehehe
Seeya kids!
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Last night rollicking fun was had by all at the end of year party of our own Luke "Betty" Betros. MarioKart was played, as was a good measure of cricket and pool, there were exciting (and fairly stock standard) in pool (the water one this time) antics from those brave enough to swim. All in all, a fantastic night. Unfortunatley no photos were taken by me (And I'm still trying to get schoolies ones up mother fuckers!) so there is no evidence. Sorry!
Monday, December 01, 2003
Hi kids. I know, I know, You are all just dying to see some schoolies pictures. Well, the uploading process is painful at best, and I am being distracted by things like RPG's that I have neglected during the year, Friends and Julia's Birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIA!) and while I'm at it (HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOWIE).
Also distracting me is the new influx of summer television programmes now that normal programming has concluded. Coming back is Dawson's Creek which has been relegated to a 1:30pm time slot, since it was pulled from prime time after 2 episodes, we can assume that Australia doesn't care anymore. Again present is a personal favourite of mine, Scrubs, which is always good for a chuckle and the final season of "8 rules for dating my teenage daughter" starring recently deceased acting super star John Ritter. But there are infact a precious few new shows that come on over summer that are worth watching. I have also noticed that most of these new shows (or returning shows) follow the standard formula of "Fat sarcastic husband" and "Impressively hot wife" live in suburbia, possibly with "Wisecracking intruding inlaws" and "Cute loveable but flawed children" and deal with responsible family problems every episode. Of course, the formula can be tweaked a little. As it stands now, it encompasses shows like "According to Jim", "King of Queens" and the new "Still standing", Lyposuction the husband a bit and you get "8 Simple rules", Suck out a bit more, and you get "Everybody loves Raymond". Keep the thin husband, and make the family African American, and you get "My wife and Kids", Chuck that fat back in, and surprise! you have "The Bernie Mack show". Even better, Substitute out the family, and insert more friends and you have "Two guys and a girl", alter the professions slightly, you get "Friends" make it more old school, you have "Seinfeld". So there you have it boys and girls, if you take a standard formula and mess with it only slightly, you can make it conform to any summer TV show. My rant is over, but you know I'm right damnit!
Pictures of schoolies will be up soon! NO! I promise! I can practically hear you all drooling from there. So, to whet your appetite just a little, here is a photo of our world famous beer-a-mid. 135 cans. Thats quite an achievement if I do say so myself.
Also distracting me is the new influx of summer television programmes now that normal programming has concluded. Coming back is Dawson's Creek which has been relegated to a 1:30pm time slot, since it was pulled from prime time after 2 episodes, we can assume that Australia doesn't care anymore. Again present is a personal favourite of mine, Scrubs, which is always good for a chuckle and the final season of "8 rules for dating my teenage daughter" starring recently deceased acting super star John Ritter. But there are infact a precious few new shows that come on over summer that are worth watching. I have also noticed that most of these new shows (or returning shows) follow the standard formula of "Fat sarcastic husband" and "Impressively hot wife" live in suburbia, possibly with "Wisecracking intruding inlaws" and "Cute loveable but flawed children" and deal with responsible family problems every episode. Of course, the formula can be tweaked a little. As it stands now, it encompasses shows like "According to Jim", "King of Queens" and the new "Still standing", Lyposuction the husband a bit and you get "8 Simple rules", Suck out a bit more, and you get "Everybody loves Raymond". Keep the thin husband, and make the family African American, and you get "My wife and Kids", Chuck that fat back in, and surprise! you have "The Bernie Mack show". Even better, Substitute out the family, and insert more friends and you have "Two guys and a girl", alter the professions slightly, you get "Friends" make it more old school, you have "Seinfeld". So there you have it boys and girls, if you take a standard formula and mess with it only slightly, you can make it conform to any summer TV show. My rant is over, but you know I'm right damnit!
Pictures of schoolies will be up soon! NO! I promise! I can practically hear you all drooling from there. So, to whet your appetite just a little, here is a photo of our world famous beer-a-mid. 135 cans. Thats quite an achievement if I do say so myself.