By the way, watch "The Gift" tonight, If you like the look of Katie Holmes' naughty bits.
I know I do!!!
My shirt, In all its drunked glory
And from the back
Don't eat the yellow snow
Sunday, February 29, 2004
In other news, I bought a bitchin' tee shirt at o week, a must for those Survivor fans.
By the way, watch "The Gift" tonight, If you like the look of Katie Holmes' naughty bits.
I know I do!!!
My shirt, In all its drunked glory
And from the back
By the way, watch "The Gift" tonight, If you like the look of Katie Holmes' naughty bits.
I know I do!!!
My shirt, In all its drunked glory
And from the back
Hello Children.
The last week has been jam packed with excitement. Many a day this week was spent in at Adelaide Uni's O Week (Which essentially is a good excuse to be paro all week). And Paro we were! I headed in for a couple of days to partake of the happy hour (Between 12 and 2 daily) and the $1.50 Pale Ales! There was always something going on, what with live music, competitions, barbeques and so forth. On the main lawns, 2 oclock was "Spew oclock" (Or Chunder oclock, but I like the sound of spew o clock better). At that time we saw wonderful events such as "White fear" : Competitors must scull 4 litres of plain milk. (Biology students know this, but others should note that the capacity of the human stomach is about 2 litres) Result? White puke ahoy! The day after, hilarity ensued with "Brown fear": Much the same as white fear, the challenge this time? the staple of Bogans and Brickies everywhere! Farmers Union Iced coffee!
Personally, after watching, I am never drinking Farmers Union again, after seeing a man down three 600ml cartons, then exorcist puking into a waiting wheelie bin was not fantastic. What was fantastic, was the guts of the man who had to puke but (after being encouraged by the crowd), pinned his top lip and created a walrus-like effect of twin jets of brown quasi-digested coffee fountaining out of his nostrils. A couple of entrants felt the need to puke, but couldn't. One girl was brutally heimlich manovered, with the desired results. Another guy fell down, and the crowd rushed in to tickle him. He didn't puke, but lay on the lawns unmoving and unable to respond to his name. More drinking followed in the Adelaide Uni bar! Hurrah! The next day at Chunder oclock was "Which came first, the chicken? or the egg?" in which entrants had to either scull cans of cold chicken soup, or down raw eggs. Credit goes to the ballsy chick who had to eat 18 raw eggs, and puked after every single one. (Given in the first heat, she had to scull over a litre of cold concentrated chicken soup). Anyway, afterwards, the lawns smelt like stomach acid and iced coffee as well as egg and chicken soup. And what an enticing bouquet it was. Anyway, Friday night brought the culmination of Adelaide's O week with the O Ball. 4 dollar beers! Pfft. Great music in the style of Augie March, Pornland, Little birdy and the like made it most enjoyable. Porta Potties didn't. Sam and Howie spoke to a girl on E. Anyway a good night was had by almost all.
Our O Week starts tomorrow (Unfortunately at the same time that lectures start, but you know). At present I dont have a definite timetable, any text books nor any idea of where I should be coing when I have to front up for my first lecture at 10 tomorrow morning. Tomorrow should be fun, lots of fun.
Regardless, Join me for Porn Night in the tavern! This Thursday! yay!
The last week has been jam packed with excitement. Many a day this week was spent in at Adelaide Uni's O Week (Which essentially is a good excuse to be paro all week). And Paro we were! I headed in for a couple of days to partake of the happy hour (Between 12 and 2 daily) and the $1.50 Pale Ales! There was always something going on, what with live music, competitions, barbeques and so forth. On the main lawns, 2 oclock was "Spew oclock" (Or Chunder oclock, but I like the sound of spew o clock better). At that time we saw wonderful events such as "White fear" : Competitors must scull 4 litres of plain milk. (Biology students know this, but others should note that the capacity of the human stomach is about 2 litres) Result? White puke ahoy! The day after, hilarity ensued with "Brown fear": Much the same as white fear, the challenge this time? the staple of Bogans and Brickies everywhere! Farmers Union Iced coffee!
Personally, after watching, I am never drinking Farmers Union again, after seeing a man down three 600ml cartons, then exorcist puking into a waiting wheelie bin was not fantastic. What was fantastic, was the guts of the man who had to puke but (after being encouraged by the crowd), pinned his top lip and created a walrus-like effect of twin jets of brown quasi-digested coffee fountaining out of his nostrils. A couple of entrants felt the need to puke, but couldn't. One girl was brutally heimlich manovered, with the desired results. Another guy fell down, and the crowd rushed in to tickle him. He didn't puke, but lay on the lawns unmoving and unable to respond to his name. More drinking followed in the Adelaide Uni bar! Hurrah! The next day at Chunder oclock was "Which came first, the chicken? or the egg?" in which entrants had to either scull cans of cold chicken soup, or down raw eggs. Credit goes to the ballsy chick who had to eat 18 raw eggs, and puked after every single one. (Given in the first heat, she had to scull over a litre of cold concentrated chicken soup). Anyway, afterwards, the lawns smelt like stomach acid and iced coffee as well as egg and chicken soup. And what an enticing bouquet it was. Anyway, Friday night brought the culmination of Adelaide's O week with the O Ball. 4 dollar beers! Pfft. Great music in the style of Augie March, Pornland, Little birdy and the like made it most enjoyable. Porta Potties didn't. Sam and Howie spoke to a girl on E. Anyway a good night was had by almost all.
Our O Week starts tomorrow (Unfortunately at the same time that lectures start, but you know). At present I dont have a definite timetable, any text books nor any idea of where I should be coing when I have to front up for my first lecture at 10 tomorrow morning. Tomorrow should be fun, lots of fun.
Regardless, Join me for Porn Night in the tavern! This Thursday! yay!
Sunday, February 22, 2004
One crazy long weekend that wasn't nessesarily at Bernies.
Its over. The Jacob's Creek open that is, and my working hours are done too. Busy busy busy for the weekend. Fringe festival on Friday night to see Lano and Woodleigh and those little guys who are scared and weird. Daw, Libbi and I headed in to the Royalty and enjoyed a great night of fantastic comedy. Lano and Woodleigh ran for about an hour too long though. Oh well.
More work followed on Saturday. Afterwards, I flew off townwards for another night of Fringe related action and this time was rewarded by being included in the acts of two people. Wil Anderson's "License to Wil" was our opening act, and he included me after I yelled out "WE LOVE YOU WIL" after the applause stopped. Apparently he Quote " Loves me too, but thinks we should see other people." Endquote. Wil was good Wil, and made us laugh heartily. Because the next gig, Tripod, was at the same place, it meant we had front row seats for their funny and witty performance. I enjoyed it a lot, and got them to sign my ticket book thingy after the show. The night was ended with a fantastic performance by Dave Hughes. We were still in the front row, so we were audience participationed, and laughed at by the audience. However, we did get to hang round, meet, shake his hand and chat to him after the show. It was great. I really treasured it.
Now I am going to go and sleep for a year or two.
Its over. The Jacob's Creek open that is, and my working hours are done too. Busy busy busy for the weekend. Fringe festival on Friday night to see Lano and Woodleigh and those little guys who are scared and weird. Daw, Libbi and I headed in to the Royalty and enjoyed a great night of fantastic comedy. Lano and Woodleigh ran for about an hour too long though. Oh well.
More work followed on Saturday. Afterwards, I flew off townwards for another night of Fringe related action and this time was rewarded by being included in the acts of two people. Wil Anderson's "License to Wil" was our opening act, and he included me after I yelled out "WE LOVE YOU WIL" after the applause stopped. Apparently he Quote " Loves me too, but thinks we should see other people." Endquote. Wil was good Wil, and made us laugh heartily. Because the next gig, Tripod, was at the same place, it meant we had front row seats for their funny and witty performance. I enjoyed it a lot, and got them to sign my ticket book thingy after the show. The night was ended with a fantastic performance by Dave Hughes. We were still in the front row, so we were audience participationed, and laughed at by the audience. However, we did get to hang round, meet, shake his hand and chat to him after the show. It was great. I really treasured it.
Now I am going to go and sleep for a year or two.
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Work work work work.
Yep, I'm now a qualified "beverage attendant" and spent all day cleaning glasses, filling glasses, cleaning the glasses again. It was actually pretty fun as far as work goes, and the fact that my boss keeps making me drink every like 10 minutes just sweetens the deal. Moral: Free food, free drinks, 15 bucks an hour, Crazy Russian mobster named Boris (No really, he is huge and a cook, and yells for wine while he is cooking). Out like that for the rest of the week.
Oh, and I have tickets and shit for the fringe and shit. That should be cool.
Jay walking grannies are a danger to themselves and others.
Ripley should not have been in another alien movie.
Goodnight.
Yep, I'm now a qualified "beverage attendant" and spent all day cleaning glasses, filling glasses, cleaning the glasses again. It was actually pretty fun as far as work goes, and the fact that my boss keeps making me drink every like 10 minutes just sweetens the deal. Moral: Free food, free drinks, 15 bucks an hour, Crazy Russian mobster named Boris (No really, he is huge and a cook, and yells for wine while he is cooking). Out like that for the rest of the week.
Oh, and I have tickets and shit for the fringe and shit. That should be cool.
Jay walking grannies are a danger to themselves and others.
Ripley should not have been in another alien movie.
Goodnight.
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Dr Phil
and why he is funny.
Todays topic was teen problems or whatever, and they were talking about a 16-17 year old who went out and got drunk.
WELL RUN FOR THE HILLS MA BARKER!!!!!!
Phil advised that he go into rehab. Now, the whole time I was watching I was thinking...
"HOT DAMN I'm glad I'm Australian"
Not to denounce them in any way, but I think sometimes Americans can overreact just a little. (That could be the understatement of the century)
Myself and a lot of my friends have been drinking since we are 16, (or younger) and many of these people are now happy and well ajusted people. The way Phil was talking was like this kid has fucked his life up totally because he went out once and had a bit to drink. Maybe Australia is just a bit of a chiller country.
I enjoy that a lot.
Phil has makeup on his head so it doesnt shine in the studio lights.
Lesson over.
and why he is funny.
Todays topic was teen problems or whatever, and they were talking about a 16-17 year old who went out and got drunk.
WELL RUN FOR THE HILLS MA BARKER!!!!!!
Phil advised that he go into rehab. Now, the whole time I was watching I was thinking...
"HOT DAMN I'm glad I'm Australian"
Not to denounce them in any way, but I think sometimes Americans can overreact just a little. (That could be the understatement of the century)
Myself and a lot of my friends have been drinking since we are 16, (or younger) and many of these people are now happy and well ajusted people. The way Phil was talking was like this kid has fucked his life up totally because he went out once and had a bit to drink. Maybe Australia is just a bit of a chiller country.
I enjoy that a lot.
Phil has makeup on his head so it doesnt shine in the studio lights.
Lesson over.
Sunday, February 15, 2004
Absinthe: The drink that makes you want to kill yourself instantly.
And how! Daw, Dutch and I went three ways in a bottle of the potent green spirit. The most expensive spirit I have ever paid for (At 70 bucks a bottle). Those who don’t know what I am talking about, Absinthe is a potent green looking spirit that emerged in Europe originally as a drink consisting of wine with wormwood leaves in it. The name “Absinthe” is said to come from the Greek word apsinthion, meaning undrinkable. Since then it was refined into a potent spirit (The bottle we had last night was 68%, 38 standard drinks a bottle), with ingredients including wormwood and other herbs and spices. It was very big in places like England and France around the turn of the century and was known in certain circles as “The Green Fairy”. (Think Moulin Rouge). Since then it has been banned in many places, due to its composition, In the wormwood that is the active ingredient is a compound known as Thujone, which has a chemical make up very similar to the THC in marijuana. So, the outcome, A potent potent spirit that gets you drunk and stoned and causes hallucination. Fun fun fun!
Anyway, we went to buy the bottle, the guy got ID from all three of us and then proceeded to laugh at us as he explained how to drink it properly (You’re meant to pour it over a sugar cube and ignite it so it tastes sweeter, that’s crap though, cause it doesn’t taste that bad anyway.) Anyway, long story short, we dragged it back to Dutchy’s, tried to do it the way the bottleo guy told us to, gave up and started drinking straight shots. It tastes very bitter and sort of like liquorice or aniseed. I had about five or so straight shots in rapid succession and lost the ability to stand, move or complete coherent sentences. I apologise right now to everybody I rang or spoke to, because I am sure I over shared with you details that you very much did not need to know. Once Daw, Dutch and I had finished half the bottle everything seemed to be funny, by the time three quarters was gone, we were all screwed. I remember seeing Daw stagger off with the remaining quarter bottle and sharing it with wisdom. I also remember lying face down on Dutchy’s tennis court without moving for a good forty minutes after I fell over and couldn’t get up. As far as hallucination goes, Dutchy heard girls laughing and talking on his neighbours block, which is an empty block, and had noone on it. Daw’s hearing was all fucked up and he may or may not have seen Paul Dempsey having a jam session with Jim Morrison. Also, on a few occasions, he confused Libbi with Dutchy’s sister. As for me, I heard things running around in the garden where there were no people, I saw people where there were no people and heard other things that I cant actually remember.
In the end, Wisdom ralphed hardcore, Dutchy took a final shot and couldn’t keep it down, and Daw felt the need to see his dinner again, splattered around in Dutchy’s garden. I didn’t puke and for that I am thankful. Wisdom slept with his head in a bucket.
That is the story of my Absinthe experience, it is lots and lots of fun, and if you want to get really paro really really quickly, I would certainly recommend it. To get as fucked as I was last night, I would have had to drink like, 12 beers, which would make me need to visit the little boys room about every thirty seconds. 12 beers vs a few shots. I know which I would prefer.
See you on the flip side.
And how! Daw, Dutch and I went three ways in a bottle of the potent green spirit. The most expensive spirit I have ever paid for (At 70 bucks a bottle). Those who don’t know what I am talking about, Absinthe is a potent green looking spirit that emerged in Europe originally as a drink consisting of wine with wormwood leaves in it. The name “Absinthe” is said to come from the Greek word apsinthion, meaning undrinkable. Since then it was refined into a potent spirit (The bottle we had last night was 68%, 38 standard drinks a bottle), with ingredients including wormwood and other herbs and spices. It was very big in places like England and France around the turn of the century and was known in certain circles as “The Green Fairy”. (Think Moulin Rouge). Since then it has been banned in many places, due to its composition, In the wormwood that is the active ingredient is a compound known as Thujone, which has a chemical make up very similar to the THC in marijuana. So, the outcome, A potent potent spirit that gets you drunk and stoned and causes hallucination. Fun fun fun!
Anyway, we went to buy the bottle, the guy got ID from all three of us and then proceeded to laugh at us as he explained how to drink it properly (You’re meant to pour it over a sugar cube and ignite it so it tastes sweeter, that’s crap though, cause it doesn’t taste that bad anyway.) Anyway, long story short, we dragged it back to Dutchy’s, tried to do it the way the bottleo guy told us to, gave up and started drinking straight shots. It tastes very bitter and sort of like liquorice or aniseed. I had about five or so straight shots in rapid succession and lost the ability to stand, move or complete coherent sentences. I apologise right now to everybody I rang or spoke to, because I am sure I over shared with you details that you very much did not need to know. Once Daw, Dutch and I had finished half the bottle everything seemed to be funny, by the time three quarters was gone, we were all screwed. I remember seeing Daw stagger off with the remaining quarter bottle and sharing it with wisdom. I also remember lying face down on Dutchy’s tennis court without moving for a good forty minutes after I fell over and couldn’t get up. As far as hallucination goes, Dutchy heard girls laughing and talking on his neighbours block, which is an empty block, and had noone on it. Daw’s hearing was all fucked up and he may or may not have seen Paul Dempsey having a jam session with Jim Morrison. Also, on a few occasions, he confused Libbi with Dutchy’s sister. As for me, I heard things running around in the garden where there were no people, I saw people where there were no people and heard other things that I cant actually remember.
In the end, Wisdom ralphed hardcore, Dutchy took a final shot and couldn’t keep it down, and Daw felt the need to see his dinner again, splattered around in Dutchy’s garden. I didn’t puke and for that I am thankful. Wisdom slept with his head in a bucket.
That is the story of my Absinthe experience, it is lots and lots of fun, and if you want to get really paro really really quickly, I would certainly recommend it. To get as fucked as I was last night, I would have had to drink like, 12 beers, which would make me need to visit the little boys room about every thirty seconds. 12 beers vs a few shots. I know which I would prefer.
See you on the flip side.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
I spent last night in watching tv, and WHAT a night it was! Survivor All stars and the return of my favourite show CSI. And there was much rejoicing.
In other news, I have been very lazy of late, and my days have consisted of sitting on the couch watching TV or in front of my computer playing certain dutch bastards at Starcraft. I am still very n00b. I keep gettin beaten. Oh well, Practice makes perfect. School is back so I am at home alone with noone but my little dog for company, and he is sleeping on the couch.
By the way, Mayer is coming back to Adelaide, I am in the 8th row.
Goodbye.
In other news, I have been very lazy of late, and my days have consisted of sitting on the couch watching TV or in front of my computer playing certain dutch bastards at Starcraft. I am still very n00b. I keep gettin beaten. Oh well, Practice makes perfect. School is back so I am at home alone with noone but my little dog for company, and he is sleeping on the couch.
By the way, Mayer is coming back to Adelaide, I am in the 8th row.
Goodbye.
Saturday, February 07, 2004
I have a new guitar, It is nice and fun to play. More recently, Telstra has fucked us over, and we have no phones. At all. The only phone line working is the one that the computer is plugged into. Its outrageous and I'm starting to get mighty ticked off. Moral of the story is: I am only contactable by mobile until these fags fix it for us. Damnit.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
Yawns. I need sleep. I stepped up to uni today for the first time. Something very exciting for all I'm sure. Despite Daw and Cullen being at the Main Campus instead of the Sturt Campus with 3 minutes to find their Information session (Sturt is AT LEAST 10 minutes walk away) and their session was well hidden, the morning was spent for me, mostly wandering around and exploring stuff. First and foremost, I located the Tavern, and everything sort of fell into place around that. I have to head in tomorrow morning to enroll properly and start actually doing something about furthering my akkademik career. Excitement.
Finally! My guitar arrives in true style and is currently awaiting collection at Derringer's. I expect to collect this evening if not before.
A few days were spent by all down at the Mason residence at "The bridge". We had fun. Showing that we are infact a generation not completely influenced by television, we used initiative and combined "The late shows" late night games "Will it float?" and "Will it explode?" into one massive game "Will it float and explode?" The answer came as "Yes" a canister charge with a double dose of sparklers in a Mountain Dew bottle let loose on the Murray river will first float, then explode, then cease to float anymore. Who would have thunk it? Earlier, Marty and I demonstrated our demolition skills when four charges ceased to detonate properly, and the final one blew a tree stump in half. Spectacular. (Mason ALMOST had a heart attack) We also learned that coke cans plus fire equals hot ash everywhere, not looking plus goat equals sore testicles and motorbike plus fence equals bent fender. (I take full credit for that last one)
Also, Mykiela continues to spell Jizm wrong, which I find an offense against mankind.
Thats all from me right now.
Watch out for them monkeys.
Finally! My guitar arrives in true style and is currently awaiting collection at Derringer's. I expect to collect this evening if not before.
A few days were spent by all down at the Mason residence at "The bridge". We had fun. Showing that we are infact a generation not completely influenced by television, we used initiative and combined "The late shows" late night games "Will it float?" and "Will it explode?" into one massive game "Will it float and explode?" The answer came as "Yes" a canister charge with a double dose of sparklers in a Mountain Dew bottle let loose on the Murray river will first float, then explode, then cease to float anymore. Who would have thunk it? Earlier, Marty and I demonstrated our demolition skills when four charges ceased to detonate properly, and the final one blew a tree stump in half. Spectacular. (Mason ALMOST had a heart attack) We also learned that coke cans plus fire equals hot ash everywhere, not looking plus goat equals sore testicles and motorbike plus fence equals bent fender. (I take full credit for that last one)
Also, Mykiela continues to spell Jizm wrong, which I find an offense against mankind.
Thats all from me right now.
Watch out for them monkeys.
Monday, February 02, 2004
If you people love me, you will import and or download the album "Stop all the world now" by my favourite "art house" singer Howie Day (I dont think it's available in Oz, so you might have to dl it). It is not only good, but moving too. Enjoy
Some people I know have had a hard time of it lately. And I'd like them to know that I respect what they are doing, and respect them for their strength. Keep on truckin'
This makes me realise that everyone gets beaten down sometimes, you guys out there are here for me, and I'm here for you. Thats the kind of strength everyone needs.
So, this is for you. You kids will have to imagine me and my guitar and my cruddy out-of-tune voice.
Its a bit of an art house song, by a guy named Howie Day. Its called "Numbness for sound"
A cold winter sun, my feet underground
A pale winter city, a numbness for sound
I'll wait back here.
All that you noticed, a moment in time.
A photograph lost here since you were mine.
I'll wait back here.
Or should I start pushing my way back?
Yeah, should I start pushing my way back?
I walk past your room in deep silhouette.
You're tired of racing, you're down and upset.
I’ll wait back here.
A cold ended evening, a soaked cigarette...
I'm asleep on a shoulder that i've never met.
I’ll wait back here...
Or should I start pushing my way back? (yeah)
Should I start pushing my way?
Cold... and the whiskey is wearing,
And i'm on the edge of my breath.
Oh... and I'm thinking of leaving.
I could just lay down, lay down and freeze to death.
Hold on...
A cold winter sun, my feet underground...
A pale winter city, a numbness for sound...
Peace.
This makes me realise that everyone gets beaten down sometimes, you guys out there are here for me, and I'm here for you. Thats the kind of strength everyone needs.
So, this is for you. You kids will have to imagine me and my guitar and my cruddy out-of-tune voice.
Its a bit of an art house song, by a guy named Howie Day. Its called "Numbness for sound"
A cold winter sun, my feet underground
A pale winter city, a numbness for sound
I'll wait back here.
All that you noticed, a moment in time.
A photograph lost here since you were mine.
I'll wait back here.
Or should I start pushing my way back?
Yeah, should I start pushing my way back?
I walk past your room in deep silhouette.
You're tired of racing, you're down and upset.
I’ll wait back here.
A cold ended evening, a soaked cigarette...
I'm asleep on a shoulder that i've never met.
I’ll wait back here...
Or should I start pushing my way back? (yeah)
Should I start pushing my way?
Cold... and the whiskey is wearing,
And i'm on the edge of my breath.
Oh... and I'm thinking of leaving.
I could just lay down, lay down and freeze to death.
Hold on...
A cold winter sun, my feet underground...
A pale winter city, a numbness for sound...
Peace.