One World Government

Last night I had a dream and it wasn't the one in which you and I went to Disneyland, but if you're still out there Sarah, 16 year old me will be totally down for it, once I finish school and stuff.

They are spraying us with pathogens. You can see these in the sky. They look like skywriters who aren't writing anything, just a straight line of gas. Skywriting gas is full of the same bio chemical pathogens.

They are putting fluoride in our water. Why would they put a toxic chemical in our drinking water. To dull our sharp edges against taking orders from authority. Also, a stockpile of toxic chemicals right next to our water supply supply is a trigger to wipe out an entire population.

The farce of global warming is a lie. They are using this fabrication of the truth to extract a carbon tax from you. LiveEarth was set up by some Rothschild douchebag who is intent on taking over the world.

Soon there will be only one currency. A global currency. It has already begun with the Euro.

There will be only one government.

They are unleashing wave after wave of virus upon us. Bird flu, swine flu, soon the next virus will be unleashed. A combination of mad cow disease, swine flu and avian flu will soon be unleashed making it impossible to eat animal products, unless they have been specially "protected" i.e. injected with antibodies that will crush your immune system, making you a more managable human subject of the global government.

You are continually being told to stay out of the sun. You will not get proper amounts of vitamin D and your body will atrophy.

Government warnings tell us not to smoke. This is because there are large amounts of money to be made on addictive substances that don't destroy your vital organs for harvesting.

With 20% of America on Xanax, Valium or Prozac, they are becoming a manangable and suggestable group of workers.

Make no mistake, they are coming for you.

You are not a good music listener

Trail Of The Dead.

Trail Of The Dead.

Trail Of The Dead.

Trail Of The Dead.

The love of my life would tell me at least once every six months, that she met Trail Of Dead at Central station. That's pretty cool. I like their music, I like what they do, I really like their long name.

So when we are at Red Eye and I bring up that they changed their name to Trail Of Dead and I thought it wasn't a good idea. Maybe just to disagree with me she says she likes it. I say, if you're going to have an arty and pretentious name, you have to have the guts to follow it through and when someone asks you the name of your band you can look them square in the eye and say "We are called ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead".

Neither of us were right or wrong, it was just something that happened.

The point is that neither of us called them Trail Of The Dead. It's almost as bad as the time the guy at work proclaimed to really dig "The Jesus and the Mary Chain".

Granted, it's not as bad as the time this woman replied to "I'm listening to Jimmy Eat Word" with "Oh I really love him".

small brown bike

A drawer full of nothing, except old birthdays and business cards.
And photos that seem like history.

Remember in high school when you'd recieve emails that were just song lyrics?

Something somebody else had created but the sender was using to establish their own idenity and individualism.

The good ones were from punk rock songs. The bad ones were from bands like Staind. 

Every winter, when the smell of burning wood fills the air and I recall my childhood in a three story house with a fireplace. The lawsuit from the neighbours because they felt the house was too big and blocked their sun. It probably ripped apart my family. The tension and stress. People staying with us. My parents would have parties.

All of this combines to swing my mood from alone to lonely. At one end of the spectrum I am sure that it's better off this way. Most people are schemers and will trample all of the rats in their way to get ahead of the rat race. I am sure this is true and I am sure that it's better off that I spend my spare time with a computer and not with a group of friends that go out and do stuff together in loud places.

Sure enough, like gravity takes to a finely tuned pendulum, I swing back the other way. It would be decidely better for my life if I understood the black arts of interaction with people. The friends I'd have. I'd duck, dodge and weave between subcultures. I think if I understood the way people interact, I wouldn't be so attacted to skewed, the subverted. Punk rock and skateboarding wouldn't mean so much to me, they wouldn't stand as symbol of the misfits, the square pegs that don't see the round hole as something to go through, just something to push away.

Regardless of how things could have turned out, they turned out exactly the way they did because of every choice I made and every choice you have made. Things had to happen exactly the way they did in order to arrive at the present. Could a butterfly fluttering its wings one less time over the jungles of the Amazon have prevented me from having a scar down my face? I saw yes, but then combinations are limitless. One more flutter and I lose an eye. 

And I really thought having my music collection neatly organised into an excellent iTunes list would solve these problems. 37 days of music and all that is worth listening to is:

Fingers Cut Megamachine

Owen

Days of Iris

Tiffany - I Think We're Alone Now

Delusions

In high school I was clearly delusional. I had big dreams.

You know in futuristic movies where the Government and large corporations have merged into one evil conglomerate?

I just assumed the company I'd start, would eventually be that company, and I'd be the leader.

For a while I thought it would just happen.

Then I relised I wasn't very powerful and it probably won't happen.

Then the marijuana wore off and I working a 50 hour week ground me down.

Now, the original dream is back on. I will rule the world.

Daft Punk: The Game.

Top 10 Pedestrian moments of my short tenure

top 10 pez moments, in no particular order.

1. Show us yer...
http://www.pedestrian.tv/galleries/view/48/playground-weekender-.htm
What you won't see in this gallery is a topless woman, who a few days after the event got on the phone with Oscar and made it quite clear the photo needed to be taken down.

2 the rampaging car space nazi (and the wine bottle apology).

3 Carolina wears the fluro yellow hat from truth hunters. I have a photo of this, I'll post it later I promise.

4 Jesse's optus dispute. Who would've thought getting through to a supervisor could be so hard?

5 Ash rewrites the phrase "I read Playboy for the articles" for modern times when he says "I found it because I read Fleshbot's parent blog Gawker".
This was in regards to http://www.pedestrian.tv/blogs/view/898/the-veronicas-jess-origliasso-nude.htm

6 What's Redtube?

7 My first day...you guys use Ableton too? This is going to be sweet.

8 chris gets a suit delivered via ebay. A photo is coming of this I promise.

9. my girlfriend dumps me and I break the news "I think it's over, I haven't talked to her in, like, a week". The part I failed to bring up, I have a huge crush on that photographer girl that came in last week, so I'm really not bothered.

10 red beezies, V, sprites

11. "kirin sure was pushing the boundaries of sexual ambiguity"
"speaking of sexually ambigious, jack mannix just walked by." - Anon.

Internet stalking is getting me down

Internet stalking is all about eliminating the crushing rejection that comes with real life.

Taking stock

I am trying to decide whether or not my life needs a 40" LCD TV.

The problem is that no one gets to the end of their life and thinks "I wish I spent more time with my TV/computer". But here's the thing, they'll be the same thing. I can use it as a computer monitor. Hot.

Taking stock of my geek world.

Laptop

Compaq/HP Presario V5000, Centrino Duo Processor, 1 GB RAM (soon to be 4 GB of Kingston HyperX 667 RAM).

Dual boot WinXP Build 2600.xpsp_sp3.080814-1236 (service pack 3) and Ubunutu 8.10

Most XP Power Toys installed.

Norton 360 Premier Edition

Hardware:

20" CRT Second Display

microKorg usb keyboard

Line 6 Toneport UX1 External Sound card

4 port usb hub

1GB External Hard drive - Western Digitial - format: NTFS

320GB External Hard drive - Seagate format: NTFS

320GB External Hard drive - Lacie format: NTFS, partitioned into 3 drives

2x USB gamepads

1x USB joystick, horrible and cheap but works

Radio transmitter for music to radio

Bluetooth Dongle

Programs most used:

Google Chrome/Firefox for browsing. IE stopped working.

Picasa for photos

Skype

MSN, look me up at pez_dealer at hotmail dot com.

Mozilla Thunderbird for email and email addresses, send me yours.

Reason 3.0

Ableton Live 7.0.1

Line 6 Gearbox

Nero, DVD Shrink, DVD Decrypter

Z Brush 3

Maya 2008, 8.5, 6.5.

Nuke 5

Photshop CS3, Color Efex Pro, Alien Skin Exposure 2.

Flash, After Effects CS3

Illustrator CS2

Soulseek

Vuze

Blaze Digital TV

Open Office 2.4

Backed up by Norton Ghost

Wacom 6x11 Graphics Tablet

iTunes; 12908 Songs, 36.1 days of music.

212GB of movies

Lots of photos, ahh the memories

Glovepie for controller Wiimotes to Keyboard/midi

Games

Cave Story Deluxe,

World of Goo Demo

Crayon Physics Deluxe

The Marriage

Passage

Garden

Butterfly

Noitu Love

Noitu Love 2 Demo

Various emulators

Consoles

Xbox 360 

Skate, Skate 2, Orange Box, Mirrors Edge, Burnout Paradise, Guitar Hero World Tour

Playstation 2, chipped.

2 controllers, 1 guitar controller

Wii, chipped;

Homebrew channel installed.

Mario Kart, Super Monkey Ball etc.

2x Wiimote + nunchuck

1x gamecube controller

1x mario steering wheel, what a waste of time

gamecube memory card

USB Gecko

Xbox

2 DDR dance mats

3 controllers

Super monkey ball, XIII,

3 Way RCA vision switcher

N64

1 3rd party controller

Pilotwings

No Goldeneye !!!

Colecovision

Actually my Dad's.

2x Nintendo DS phat

G6 Real 2gigabit storage + pass me

PSP Phat

Custom firmware

Bose $500 headphones

Minolta X-700

Lenses

Konica Minolta Rangefinder

Kodak Instamatic

126 Format Film x2, Only $74 to process and print!

Books

Too many to list right now but here's a selection

Jack Kerouac

CDs

Too many to list right now but here's a selection

Staying at Home - Reaction Heroes

Vinyl

Too many to list right now but here's a selection

Van Halen - 5150

Ninety Nine - The Process

In Name And Blood (on pink vinyl)

DVDs

Too many to list right now but here's a selection

The X Files Seasons 1-6 & Movie (1st one, the good one)

First Aid Kit

Fire Extinguisher and Fire Blanket

Some blank CDs and DVDs

Desk fan, dusty, will probably never use

Shoes

White Chuck Taylors

Black Nike Dunks, High Top

Black Doc Martens

White globe grandpa sandals

green Havanas

Shirts

La Quiete

Ohana

Nancy Vandal circa 1995, unwearable

Raein

Cheap Mondays - Black collared shirt

Industrie - Pink collared Say Hello 2005

Industrie - White collared, thanks Dariya

Jeans

Cheap Mondays - Black

Dr Denim - Light blue

Industrie - Black (yeah baby)

Black Volcom cap

Breville Fruit Juicer

Ford Fairmont, maroon

CD Player

CD Wallets, 4x per page

with heaps of movies

CD Wallet, 2x per page

with heaps of random stuff

First Aid Kit

Box of stickers, some blank

Pencil case

bar of soap

umbrella

vaseline

and a few friends, but who cares about them?

One big maybe

There is some possibility one of my tracks is getting played on Sydney's only radio station worth listening to FBi. That's 94.5 fm.

Tune in this Sunday 18th Jan for the chance that Lee Tran Lam is going to give it a spin or to not use outdated lexicon, press play on my compressed and encoded music file.

If you can't tune in, because, who the hell uses a radio these days (amirite?) hit up my fresh new webpage here http://www.mirandow.com/initials/

Getting over a girl

Once I googled "getting over someone" and I read part of one page of the result and immediately felt embarrassed that I had used Google for something so lame.

Getting over someone you never really liked in the first place is easy. It's a simple case of one part vices mixed with one part hedonistic liberation and a small amount of self loathing to taste. Swallow that pill and you're over them quicker than a Mexican lady gets fat after her wedding.

Getting over a dreamboat. A little more difficult. 

This list is less about getting over someone as it is setting up something that you will need to get over when or if it fails.

1. Move to city which you are not acquainted with. 
2. Meet dreamboat and...
3. Be introduced to the city and it's most important people in your scene of choice.
4. Be introduced to completely new musical genres.
5. Find film, cinema and video you never imagined existed.
6. Amass a great photo collection of the two of you being zany and independent. These are meaningful experiences we are cataloguing.
7. Love and sex are two different things. Experience both.
8. Experience the food of the city. Dine at the best restuarants that aren't too snooty. Restuarants for the common person, where taste is of paramount importance.
9. Cutesy nicknames.
10. Violent fights and the make up.
11. Learn of each other cultures.
12. Experience jealousy.
13. Hang out in parking lots (only if you in the Ataris)
14. Break bottles (again, you must be in a pop punk band called the Ataris or you cannot experience this)
15. Fall asleep with their hair in your face and with an uncomfortable arm.
16. Get out of shower and whilst dripping wet open curtains to reveal a cat staring back at you (see figure 1)
17. Break up and attempt to get over it

Figure 1

(coming this Fall)

Pop punk from skate vids

No Motiv - Going Numb
This is a killer pop punker. The rest of the album is rubbish which is a shame when you actually buy an album instead of hitting the inter-torrents for it.

Turnedown - Broken Necklace
"This is something I never quite understood"
Clearly pop punk is something they do understand because this is killer.

Pop punk one oh one

Reel Big Fish - Beer
As South Park creators flexed their auteur muscles in BASEketball, Reel Big Fish got their big chance to say hi, how are you? to the mainstream. It was an appropriate time too, because ska revival was headed downhill, and skanking was a dying art, much like morse code.

Bracket - 2 RAK 005
If only all license plates were this catchy, and not RUJ3L05 ? (No, I'm not jealous, duh!)

Larger Than Life - Last Summer
This is an obscure choice. It's not a huge hit, it's not particularly memorable, but it's lyrics struck me when I had a moment of "hey! that's exactly what I'm going through". The only reason I have this track is because there was a few months back in the day between Napster being closed and finding an alternative. The interim period was spent finding tracks on mp3.com which was alot different back then. It was like myspace without the social aspect, just bands making tracks and making a page for themselves. Myspace could learn something from them by making charts. I would love to brag about being number 1 on myspace.

Here's the clip:

Pop punk primer

All good pop songs have a hook. They speak of the nuances of life, usually, teenage life, the trial and error of social situations and girls, girls, girls.

Here's all you need to know about pop punk in a neat little package.

Blink 182 - Dammit
Sure, this track got picked up by radio and the term teeny-bopper was basically invented to use a insult toward anyone being into this song. Strip it back to the roots however and you'll find the perfect song, the very reason it became huge and launched some mildly quirky man-boys into the stratosphere of rock. It's perfect except for it's ubiquity.

Blink 182 - Apple Shampoo
For every dickhead that was having a meaningful experience listening to Dammit and nodding gently, saying: this is growing up! there was another listening to Apple Shampoo being moved by it's story. Apparently it's about a girl in the Dance Hall Crashers which you may know from Josie: yeah my girlfriend likes UL and DHC. Being into Unwritten Law however, is grounds for a teenage break up.

The Ataris - San Dimas High School Football Rules
This is Dammit for those who go by Groucho Marx's rule of I wouldn't be part of any group that would have me as a member. This is also a perfect song. Kris Roe, singer of the Ataris, penned the line about Ben Lee is his song of the same name: ...who got lucky cos he knew the Beastie Boys. Well Kris Roe also got lucky he was able to write the equivelent of Let's Get It On by Marvin Gaye for our generation, because he is so gross I doubt he'd get a date with out it.
Also of note, if you peep the video clip, note the fashion and then watch American Pie, compare release dates for both, you'll find out that someone was dialling the number of Dickies and those one size too big smashmouth (*not that silly band) button ups.

Pridebowl - The Soft Song
If you're young and angry then what better lyrics are there to shout:
I just want out
I don't want to be here
I hate this life
I hate this confusion
Teen angst so simply defined.

NOFX - Please Play This Song On The Radio
Fat Mikey and the No Effects have based an entire career out of biting satire and vague political statements. This is a song about the song it is about. It's cyclical. It's recursive. And it's catchy. It's not too short, it's not too long.

NOFX - Drugs Are Good
I heard this song and believed it was a call to arms to drop out, fuck off and be more like Fat Mike. The lie in this song is that Fat Mike has a college degree which is ironic that I turned this song into a crusade, and dropped out of uni, did drugs, ruined my brain, and now do menial tasks when I could've been a bright mind.
Regardless, a must hear.

Descendants - Hope
Sublime's version is better. Sorry Milo.

Promise Ring - Best Looking Boys
The lyrics are open to interpretation, but one thing is clear, Michael D. and David K. are dreamboats you should sail away on.

Caustic Soda - Photocopied
Those at Spectrum of the 3/1/09 will recall seeing Daysworth Fighting play a cover of this song, which was nice, because Blueline Medic never replied to my Myspace message asking them to play this song for cash. I guess they are not whores.

Staying at Home - Dendrite
Songs about girls are great, but songs about birds are better. If you use the word bird as slang for girl, you are a bogan.

The Ataris - Song for a Mixtape / Promise Ring - Make Me a Mixtape.
If you are over 18 years old it is illegal to use this to open a mixtape.

The Offspring - Self Esteem
I'm never, ever going to forgive Pretty Fly and everything that came after it, but if you start at Self Esteem and work backwards chronologically, the Offspring have alot to offer. See the album before this to hear why Taylor Steele's Momentum 2 was a step forward in surf videos.

New Found Glory - Hit Or Miss
Referencing popular culture is what makes pop punk what it is. In this case it's Michael Jackson's Thriller, which you can hear covered by DCFC's Ben Gibbard. What is even better is his cover of Avril's Complicated in which he stifles laughs during the song as he really hits those high notes back to whence they came.
Sorry, this is about New Found Glory. Yeah, chain wallets and spiky hair.

Sublime - Date Rape
Songs that are also stories. This is Sublime's Love In The Time Of Cholera. It's a story in classic 3 act form. I actually really care about this girl in the story.

The Buzzcocks - Ever Fallen In Love
Remember the edition of Tony Hawk Pro Skate where it was mainly covers and Thursday covered this. What a summer that was.

Guttermouth - Skaters, Campfire Girl #62, She's Got The Look
At the last Warped tour to grace Australia's shores, Guttermouth were the first and only band I have ever seen talk a girl into getting her boobs out. Classy.

Millencolin - Mr Clean
I don't know what this song is about. The singer's solo releases is on par with Jack Johnson these days. When punks chill out it's like when bread goes stale. It's time to throw it away.

Lagwagon - Sleep
Breakfast at night? Those crazy kids...

Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression That I Get
This is ska's one and only saving grace. Apart from this ska is akin to smallpox.

Fenix TX - My Fault
Cookie cutter pop punk. This list was meant to be about meaningful pop punk songs. Now I'm really digging out the grime on the bottom of the barrell used for manure hauling.

Agent Orange - Bloodstains
Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, you are responsible for many of song choices.

The Vandals - I've Got An Ape Drape

Rise Against - Like The Angel
This is emo-core at it's heart breaking best. One listen to this and I'm back there, it's summer, I'm about to go see Thursday and Poison The Well.

Jimmy Eat World - Bleed American
I don't care what happened in September 2001, this song, this whole album is called Bleed American. Deal with it.

Sunny Day Real Estate - Seven, In Circles
Now we are treading into emo territory. I wanted to keep this pop punk. Dammit.

Pennywise - Bro Hymn Tribute
You know those songs that your parents know the words to. And their friends know the words to, and when they sing it together you cringe. Yes, I'm looking at you Choirboys - Run To Paradise. I'm looking at you Cold Chisel's Khe Sahn. I'm calling you out The Radiators - Give Me Head. You really don't want to see your mum singing that. Well, big Fletch and co. presents my generations equivilent. You can be so pissed at a BBQ you don't need to remember words. The chorus is a bunch of whoas. Which brings me to:

NOFX - Whoa on the Whoas
If pop punk is all about referencing pop culture, and this song references pop punk, are we in a never ending cycle. This song sums it up for pop punk: Between AFI and The Offspring / I don't think we need anyone else to sing / Anymore whoas.

NOFX - Mattersville
Speaking of well placed references. This is the grand daddy of them all. Steve Cabellero, Davy Havok, Duane Peters all make an appearance.

NOFX - We've Got Two Jealous Agains
If you know every single reference in this song, you win one internets.


Honourable mentions

Sum 41 - Half Hour of Power cd.
Fairly amazing.

MxPx - Chick Magnet
If you want to be pop punk you must have:
a) Learned to play the bass intro
b) Had a crush on someone who has mentioned how all the kids were learning to play this intro
c) Hate MxPx.

Maybe there are better songs, maybe you wouldn't even classify some of the above as pop punk. I don't care, I'm not really into labels, just well written songs.

Sydney Festival

Sydney festival: heaps of stuff that you can pretend to be into to impress a girl. Not really much on offer for anyone who is middle fucking class and too dumb to bust out of the class wars, too scared to make decisions, too timid to be better.

Maybe Z-Trip's mash up of Pharcyde and Love is a Battle Field will appeal to you middle class fuckers, but the rest of the Sydney Festival should be avoided.

29th Nov

the 29th of November, Spring's last attempt to belittle Summer for being such a harsh mistress.
See, Spring is the thawing. Spring is nice and comfortable. Some days you can rock shorts around town and it feels great, but it's also temperate to slick jeans to your skinny legs and look good, whilst not sweating your proverbials off.

So here's the rad list of things to do on the 29th

Ohana - Megaphon studios.

Maggotville. Snake Run, Pathetic Humans, Had It, Prehistoric Fucking Morons. It's a Maggotville show dude, the 'ville, dude.

My Disco - Gaelic club. It's not really where I want to hang out, but

The next day
30-11-08 Lights Out at the Sando. I have love for my ex Staying At Homers. They changed my life, but never invited me into the band.

Mix Tape

"Woah!" - Neo from Keanu & the Matrices.
I just relised my blog has terrible design. That's ok. Function over form, fuck what yr design teachers are yelling at you about.

Poll:
What format do you prefer your mix tape in?

1. Original cassette tape with custom cover?
2. CD-R - Audio. You know, with 10-20 tracks that play in an ordinary CD player. Usually 1-2 tracks per band.
3. CD-R - Data. 800 mB of mp3s. Basically a mix tape for albums
4. DVD-R - Data. 4.7 GB(!) or 8+(!!) GB (Dual Layer) of basically your best music collection. You can probably sneak a few DivX movies in. If you have a rare live recording of Osker, Karate, or Christie Front Drive, you'll may find yourself kissing a cutie.
   
5. Hard Drive - Hard core - This will cost you approx $200-$500 but you can fit 1TB (1000GB) of tunes, plus all those DivX torrents that you've hooked up using xTorrent. It becomes no longer a mix tape. It becomes a mix audio visual experience. If you're with a geek who is making no bones about being a nerdlinger, add some ROMs and emulators and a debug kit for extra points.
   
6. LP - For about the same price as number 5 you could get some vinyl pressed with your favourite tracks. This is only for the so-indie-it-hurts crowd. Custom covers a must + clean white record sleeve.
7. USB Drive - Mimibots are doing the whole design cross pollinating with toys. This can score you points with hipsters & designers & wankers. You'll get about 1 GB to load up with goodies, but it's all about presentation with these bad boys. There's also retro fitted cassette tapes.
8. 8-Track or Beta Max. No one is rocking these in this country. My grandfather was a proponent of Beta Max. I wish he could understand the HD-DVD vs Blu Ray battle, which leads me to...
9. Blu Ray disc. Is anyone actually using these yet?

That completes my quick look at mix tapes.
I really want to write a thesis on it now.

Offense

I WANT CONFLICT
I WANT DESCENT
I WANT THE SCENE TO REPRESENT
Our hatred of authority
Our fight against complacency
- Fat Mike and the No Effects

lovers

greetings lovers/stalkers/bffs. (you know who you are)
we should go to these.


dear stalkers, since you are checking out this page in order to find out where I will be at certain times, and since you will be making a calender anyway, can you please sort by date (this is important) and email to me. I assume since you are stalking my sexy ass you will have my email.




Ohana

11-29-2008 20:00atMegaphon Studios ALL AGES
, Sydney, New South Wales



Ohana

11-06-2008 20:00atOxford Arts Factory w/ QUA + Mountains In The Sky
, Sydney, New South Wales
Cost:



Holy crap QUA is amazing.

Ohana are unlucky My Disco are doing what they do because otherwise this shit would be number 1.


MY DISCO

11-29-2008 20:00atThe Gaelic Club
, Sydney, Australia,
Cost:
Supporting Pivot.


Holy crap! My Disco supports Pivot?
Living in bizzaro world is confusing sometimes. What's next?



Re: FREE PUNK SHOW 08/11/08
???


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SAT DECEMBER 13 -

AND IN THE DAY - INSTORE @ REPRESSED RECORDS - NEWTOWN 2PM

STRAIGHTJACKET NATION

my cousin is friends with these dudes. i want to go up to them and ssay Justin Destruction is my cousin. I know we don't look similar. But he is my cuz, he moved to queensland. remember he played in a band called Ether, they played grindcore, maybe even XgrindcoreX. I remember going bowling with him and his friends and his friends put X's around their names in the electronic score board. I thought it was badass.
Straight edgers from Wollongong.

punk died a few days later.



we can has melbz trip?
Catfood Press ExSpec/McClane/Luca Brasi/ITGB/Fireships Nov 1
wtf is this. lets go to melbourne anyway.

LightsOut - Debut self titled EP in stores now!

10-30-2008 20:00atThe Sando - w/ The Statics & Decorated Generals
, Syd,
Cost: 10

LightsOut - Debut self titled EP in stores now!

12-12-2008 20:00atEast Coast Tour - The Sandringham Hotel
, Sydney,
Cost: 10

CandyPants Records Sydney Christmas Party - w/ The Statics, Sailmaker & more TBA


joel and the sailmakers is the most amazing band/experience and meaningfulXcore band you can ever hope for.

LUNGS - -EP OUT NOW!!- -

11-20-2008 20:00atThe Metro w/ Lagwagon All Ages
, Sydney, New South Wales
Cost:

we are already going to this bitches.

i turn 25 years old.

holy crap

i am running out of time.

am I too old to sleaze onto girls ala mr hank in californication.

Duh

Sorry I'm not getting paid to think. My brain was co-opted by the French in a hostile takeover in the eighteen hundreds.
It was hard for me at the time, but you know how peeps were rollin' in them 18 double zeros. There was no computers and no hype machine, so we fought battles. Later they made a board game out of it called Risk, and a few years later, Risk: Black Ops for the those with attention spans that weren't so long. Our attention spans, they'll have you believe, were co-opted by television and video games, in approximately 1989. Video games also bred violence. This I can say is true because before video games, the world was a peaceful harmonious place. Aparently the very word "violence" was only coined a few years after Space Invaders hit the streets.
All religions respected and tolerated each other, and Facebook wasn't full of vapid exhibitionists. Wikipedia had no entries of "Lizard People" and the Rothschild family certainly wasn't accused of being aforementioned Lizard People.
Some see the world turning sour. A vast consumer electronics wasteland.
I see it entirely different. A vast plethora of shiny new items. I feel just a few more and my life will finally be complete. There won't be any time to waste, either.
The UFOs landed on the Earth. And the X-Files shot a new movie. David Duchovney dreamboated his way across the sea, jumped the shark, nuked the fridge and made off with the crown jewels. He sat back to watch Saturday afternoon television, but settled for a movie in which he did not star. I believe his wife had a small role in the film.
Our broken backs, our lovely dogs, or funny cats.
We created this for ourselves.
Our humble pies and painted black doors and signs.
We left behind what we didn't need.
Our burgers and sushi trains.
We devoured them all.
I love you.

Shane.

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Your life story in 6 words

born as old man, watched television.

Sproing!

The weather is quite warm already. It's only early Spring. After a brutally cold winter, this Summer is promising to make you sweat, sweat til you can't sweat no more. And if you dry out, we'll push it, push it some more. A lalala omp. Etc. 90s 'n' roses.

If you are single right now and don't want to be, you have three months to hook up. And it will happen. Got any single friends? You better put them under the pump for some quality time because in less than 3 months they will no longer be single, or available for your socialisms. This warm weather makes you sweat, makes others sweat, and you can smell it on them if they are a suitable match for your biologic urges.

This weather reminds me of so many people, all of which are now gone from my life. I recall the drives home from school, we had so much freedom, we did so many incomprehensibly stupid things. We'd indicate to go left and change into the right lane, oh, the rebellion. Oh! A few years on and I'd talk to girls who I stalked via LiveJournal. I found one, dissatisfied and insomniatic. I read the words "over thinking" on the screen and knew I had found the one for me, and I didn't even have to see the first Vandals e.p.
The night markets, my yellow Guttermouth shirt and big denim shorts. Asking a friend to keep my bag and bring it back next week to Tafe. Our first kiss, and my birthday. You saved my life. I would have jumped from that hotel balcony that night if you didn't exist. I would torn away my neck with a rippled knife had you not been there. The c.d. I forgot to get from you. The My Disco 7" and I listened to it and thought it was ok, nothing special. What the fuck? You brought taste to my life.
The late night drives. The way I cried in Newcastle. The car breakdown and my hissy fit.
Hyde Park and the tick that attached itself to my back.
Pixel Art book.
Kinokuniya.
Union.
All these things were new to me. Now I'm old and in great shape, but it's all downhill from here.

The eventual tearing apart. The black jeans and thongs. The two Red Bulls I drank that day.
I miss you so much, but I don't miss the stress. It's not stressful being alone any more. Enough people want a piece of me and even intervals.

The parts in between two great loves were filled with others.
I recall it rained that night. And it was nice, the two of us. Dinner and book club. A real friendship takes effort. The internet is easy.

I recall others during that time. Salmon that wasn't eaten.

And then everything was dropped for a girl. And enter my Summer of domestic bliss, followed by the winter of my discontent. I'm not being ironic. I loved that summer. Even if you think it was terrible.

Now, scarred and broken, I'm heading into this summer without much hope. I have conflicting views on how to spend my time. Do I search for what I always wanted. My own space, with my things neatly arranged. Soundproof, so I can make noise and not hear anyone elses noise. Should I practice and practice talking to people. Maybe I can get better at it. I was getting better.

I have sorted my Summer outfit out. Singlets. Shorts. Jeans for special occaisions. Like dates. If anyone is digging facial scars.

Spring boing boing

Movies I could probs watch, even if I wasn't held against my will.

Burn After Reading - Coen Brother return after punching out last years killer No Country for Old Men which inspired my haircut for last year, which is returning in time for summer (ladies, look out).
Other Coen triumphs that I could watch if I felt like it or revisit include:
Raising Arizona, Miller's Crossing, Barton Fink (but only if I can ride with Milhouse in the the back of a ute and Home-boy doesn't forgot to pick me up from soccer.), Fargo, The Ladykillers.

Milk. Stars Sean Penn and James Franco, another in my list of Freaks and Geeks alma mater. Sean Penn is looking quite youthful.

Movies I couldn't see unless I was forced or coerced into it:
Real Time (although it stars Knocked Up's Jay Baruchel, this looks horrible)
Body of Lies - do you heart Russel Crowe? or do you think what Dr Jay and the Frenzal Rhombs band think and hate Rusty???

Humboldt County - do you dream of living off the grid. life could be so simple living off the land. Do you think a simpler way of life could teach a wound up business type to chillax.


On an unrelated note, do you ever think of caramel as chocolates younger brother? How about cabbage is the ugly stepchild of lettuce. zucchini has nothing on cucumbers, hence the turn of phrase "cool as a...".

Songs that sound like other (classic) songs

Step 1. Go to: http://www.myspace.com/sparkadia

Step 2. Listen to Jealousy.

Step 3. Remark at the amazing similarity to New Order's Bizarre Love Triangle.

I wanted to post this on their Myspace page but I find it rude to point it out because at least they are out there, giving the world their best shot, and not pouring Hateraide over other people.

Super 8 Diaries Launch Sydney

Castings. Minolta X-700
Qua. Minolta X-700.

The Super 8 Diaries Launch.

DIRTY SHIRLOWS, 32 Shirlow St, Marrickville NSW

Sunday 8th of June 2008

It was about 5pm in a suburban Westfield shopping centre when I decided that I had to go. The shops were almost empty except for the bad-ass teenagers milling around Starbucks and the not so bad-ass teenagers awkward lunging to the cinema and Timezone. Totally absent were the stoner teenagers looking for water for their bong.
I couldn't find the cute girl that works in the bookstore so I headed to a chemist for ear plugs before driving to Marrickville. I would go alone. Driving in my car, I listen to FBI radio. It was about this time last year I broke my long term relationship with Triple J. Every announcer seemed primed to tell the listenership that everything was great. Every release was fantastic. Every up-coming show was going to be amazing and every show passed had been a spectacle. I started to find it offensive that they thought of everything as amazing, when quite clearly, regardless of taste, quite a fair amount was mediocre. So I switched on recommendation from a good friend. I first contacted her through MySpace messenger which seemed to die a slow painful death, to be overthrown by Facebook.
I can't remember any tracks that were played during the drive. Probably reggae. It's always reggae and dub on Sunday afternoons.
I arrived to see a barrel fire in the driveway and assumed this was the place. I parked my car and relised, no, this wasn't the place. The barrel fire was for some other reason, maybe a re-enactment of the original Donkey Kong. Meters on foot through the wet pavement, the water positioned at the lowest points between the small rocks on the road, I found the disregard for corporate Australia. I found the dissatisfaction and I found the friends of friends that were doing it for love.
As I walked around, checking the faces for familiarity, I smoothed my jacket, adjusted my glasses, checked my camera.
The film was amazing, and I didn't need Triple J to tell me that. Not that they would ever promote something like this. There's no money to be made. Most people watched. Some laughed at points. I nearly cried that I wouldn't see Colditz Glider live.
A girl talked to me. I didn't know who was playing next. I didn't know what else to say. The conversation died and to that girl I am sorry.
Castings made weird sounds. I wanted to join their band. I wanted to say I can join. I have a MicroKorg and a Nintendo DS with some noise making software. Can I join please?
QUA took the stage and we danced. To see the boys and girls, cynical, dancing without regard; oh! the joyous occasion to allow our feet to fly the fantastic electric.
I left soon after. It was getting late.
I didn't buy the DVD and get the free beer because I had bought the DVD by mail order.
If you like music you should own this DVD. It is a collection of our bands. This is how we felt at this point in time. This is our document.
This is all we have.
oh!
The unrest! The sleep we will have tonight.
Bliss.

Five stars.

Girl/boy

Attention.
I feel this blog really hit it's prime a few months ago.
The passion for it has left.
There really hasn't been anything great for a while.
So here's a few photos that are bad photos with a bad camera.
I can't even rotate my pix and I'm expecting you to read this crap?

Sunrise, The 'Gong.

Kitty Cat Max by 1000 Clowns

Hell in a Cell - Starring Mick Foley

Tomato

Banana, Strawberry

Pineapple juices

No, you can't play with my ball in a cup.


Panda Bears are fighters, also lovers. But will fight.

City Rail now rocks poison

Mr T.

Sydney is beautiful.

ROTATE YR PIX AND I MGHT CARE ABOuT your SITE you are TRYING SO HRD TO MK MEANINGFUL - random anon

Veronicas, OMG! Like, I love use

I hope her twin is a touch more intelligent.

(Found on the Veronicas Myspace, while listening to 4ever)

Zines

Before blogs, there were zines.
The MCA held a collection of these zines. Way back in '95 when The Vandal's Voice came to my postbox in Anembo Road, I was down with zines. The internet was something that you heard high school library's had so music discovery was down to zines or actually talking to people, which I only started doing last year and have found about as much success as Scarlett Johannson has with her singing career. That is to say, it's out there, but people are still laughing about it.
Why doesn't anyone have a top five E.Ps?
Well, some say it's outdated technology. I saw
1. Regurgitator - NEW. - The Gurg were the first band to get the word Cunt on the radio with their breakthrough Blubber Boy
2. My Disco - Collapse of an Erratic Lung. A cute girl gives you a 7" of this limited edition and 5 years on you'll still buy her lunch.
3. Fag Panic - Where the fuck did this come from? It sounds like nothing I've ever heard before. It makes me feel like I'm dying and there's a toybox with a broken jewelery box with a broken ballerina and I'm glad to be getting some really solid sleep, but it's sleep i'll never wake up from. i'm so scared. i'm falling and they are still singing. why the fuck are you still singing? please don't stop. if you stop, i stop.
4. Agents of Abhorance - Character Dissection. Is this an E.p? I don't know. but at least it will scare your parents.
5. NOFX - The Longest Line. - Who are NOFX and why do they mean so much to me? Remember that fucking cold winter where you had no one and felt completely alone and the only hope was the actual hope that there was something to hope for? Sooner or later life would start to really pick up and it would be more like the Breakfast Club or Pretty in Pink, or at least you wouldn't be spending Saturday nights watching these. Things picked up but it comes in waves and droves and the hardest part is quoting Fingers Cut Mega-Machine and knowing that if you ever listened to Osker's Idle Will Kill you will start crying like a baby.

There are spelling errors throughout this post. Find them.

Dammit by Blink 182, I guess this is throwing up...

A day late, a buck short.
Writing reports.

But seriously,

Did you hear?
He fucked her?

I guess this is throwing up.


Dear Mum and Sister,

Rock climing is a dangerous sport. You could be seriously injured.

It would be of great benefit to me if you would cease to participate in this selfish endevour.

It causes me great anxiety to deal with you two carelessly running around with little regard for your personal safety.

Thanks in advance.

Shane

Dessert Wars

I'm not particularly interested in the original George Bush's attempt to gain control of nations that have alot of oil, and why there was a series of trading cards manufactured celebrating this invasion is beyond me.

I am, however, very interested in indie film hottie Zach Braff. Whilst waiting for a girl to go to the bathroom in an independant cinema I saw an article on the wall proclaiming Braff as "the new Woody Allen". Having only seen parodies of Allen in various places (Simpsons for one), but aware the he was a tour de force of film, I figured this was an outstanding accolade. The girl returned from the bathroom and I never got the image of Braff standing against the patterned wallpaper out of my head.

In the film Garden State, Braff's stoner friend played by Peter Sarsgaard collects Desert Storm cards. They are his retirement fund. So when I saw this packet of Desert Storm hanging on the counter of a candy store in regional NSW I had to buy them. But I wanted four packets. After searching the lady informed me that it was the last one, and asked if i wanted to buy it. I did.

The gum was approximately 15 years old. It was hard and stale, and I'm when it was manufactured it was barely edible to begin with.

I bought these to celebrate pop culture, not war. My connection to Andrew Largeman and his crush on the weirdest girl in the suburb is greater than my connection to death and lies.

Those Are Deft Hands, Young Man

The following story was very politely rejected from McSweeney's website. Here's how the rejection went down.

Hi Shane -

A fun read, but not a good fit. Feels too rooted stylistically in the short
story. We're primarily looking for short conceptual humor. Thanks for the
look, nonetheless.

Best,
Chris

---

Christopher Monks
Acting Web Site Editor

And here's the story:

Those Are Deft Hands, Young Man

A refusal to apologize for this time in our lives is well documented and signed by all applicable parties. This is freedom, between suburban childhood and the oppression of responsibility for your life and body there is a small window. Push the curtains aside and the bright lights of autonomy without a sliver of responsibility will not blind you, but mildly annoy you as you move aside.

Nick had been giving this nickname a short while before Damon Albarn’s pop cartoon crossover group Gorrilaz burst onto music television with their hip-hop style characters and three and a half minute adventures. He wore a maroon Nike jacket, as was school colors, but of a slightly different style to official school uniform. This was rebellion. This is also Australia, where school uniforms are quite standard, however spelling and grammar in this article will conform to American standards. We recognize you as our superior.

It’s around 10:30AM. Nick is in class, learning important information for his future. This was 8 years ago now, so I can confirm his knowledge of Gary Paulsen’s coming of age novel Hatchet shaped his moral and ethical standpoint and now works as a floor tiler using mathematical procedures every day.

This is high school. A knock at the door and a student enters. A chubby boy with a tucked in shirt and a shiny black leather belt enters. He stands straight and tall although he has no reason to believe he is any better than anyone. How he came to feel so important is beyond us all, and we can’t help but hate him. He will be our boss one day and we hate him already. He requests Nick’s presence at the school office, promptly. There can be no delay. Please leave your bags here, you will be back later.

Nick has no trepidation about missing any class. He stands up and flashes a smile at his friends. We are all here and a feeling of community arises because we all want to know what’s going on, we all know what everyone is thinking and no one is saying it. This is a collective feeling and we feel united. His smile finishes and his lips tremble, if only for a second. His mouth closes and his teeth, which includes two fake teeth set into a plate, disappear.

The chubby teacher’s runner boy won’t give up any details along the way. Nick prods this boy for answers. Why am I going to the office? Nick asks with efficiency. The office is in sight and Nick is confused. Last night he had smoked marijuana, a rebellion against everything, including health, proudly stating we are young, we are the future, we are invincible. He wonders if this trip to the office could have anything to do with the green turning into the grey. A slight paranoia grips.

Nick is greeted by a lady with grey hair. She has children who go to this school, and may have been slightly attractive as a young girl. Either she hadn’t let herself go, or she has good genes.

-Nick, could you please call your brother, it sounded very urgent.

The grey haired lady had asked a question, but it was more a statement than anything else. There was no room for a no.

-Look, here’s the school phone. You may use it to call your brother. He is at home, it sounded urgent.

The office lady re-iterated.

Nick’s older brother was finished with school and taking time to think about where his life was heading. The buttons on the phone are made from rubber. Nick wants so bad to write on them with a ball point pen. The thought of the feeling gives him a twinge in his pants.

The phone rings, not once before it is answered. Nick older brother has the cordless attached to the elastic ring of his trackpants.

-Nick! Where did you hide the bong?

New Tracks!

New tracks by Disruption? Disruption!
Your Face - New track (!) Fresh off the Ableton production line. Look for stock standard drums and no bass, because all the bass instruments in Ableton suck balls and Reason is too hard to open, and also has suck balls bass.
Too Busy Fucking - The classic from 2002 re-recorded for 2008. Written by Pip, Scott and myself, inspired by Sam King, the classic tale of hearts spurned by a girl that was too busy ... well, doin' stuff.