Sometimes you get too caught up with life to find the time to write about it.

In case you haven't heard it yet...

Imagine

loud

i hate these beatings
these poundings
these thud thud thuds
that reverb in my chest

not caught up in this wave
of tribal rythyms
watching the sweat and mascara run
into slippery puddles and powder

my drum beats louder than yours
and as my skin stands up
i feel you know it's true

eeevvviiilll

Suddenly I'm not the evil one anymore. She is.

word

I just noticed I say "anyway" waaayy too much. Spank me if I do it again.

surprise news

My baby brother last night announced he's getting married to his girlfriend of six years. It's about time. I always knew they would, but it still came as a surprise. I was totally unprepared, dumbfounded, jaw-on-the-floor, and then ashamed for not jumping up squealing like a teenager who got her first phonecall from a boy. Everything started moving in slow-motion - hugs and kisses and handshakes and tears and laughter, and when I finally snapped out of it and joined in I felt like a lamo for taking so long.

Anyway, it's all moving real fast now. I'm helping my future sister-in-law (woohoo, I'm gonna have a sister!) design invitations this afternoon. No mucking around here. The wedding's set for March sometime - date TBA. Aarrgghh. So much to do.

I'm never getting married. At least, I'm never having a wedding. I always hated the idea of getting married, for reasons I no longer understand or even really remember. But if K asked me I think I would, though we'd have to elope - maybe at one of those island resorts that specialise in these things. I could get married and get a tan at the same time :)

More Maynard

They played the interview with Maynard on JJJ's Hack this afternoon. I like that bands are using their musical influence on their fans to help them through this whole ordeal. I don't consider it an ordeal, but it seems Americans do, that most people in the US are too lazy or don't care or don't understand how important it is. If you guys don't exercise your right to vote, you give up your right to complain about the outcome! Same goes for all you Oz donkey voters. And Howard voters.

Anyway, a bit later on this evening, JJJ played a track from APC's forthcoming album, to be launched the day before the US election. It was a cover of John Lennon's Imagine. Appropriate, but creepy, in a cool APC kind of way.

getting all "eMOTIVe"

Politics with Maynard

the 'Burbs saga continues...

...and the war of the walls is on. Ever since the ferals moved in next door, we have had to put up with doof doof pounding through the common wall between our houses. Clearly it's not double brick as I would like to believe. Anyway, since I got home I've been playing Tool on repeat as loud as my stereo can go without rupturing my own ear drums.

I wonder if they've noticed.

I wonder if they care.

I wonder if they like Tool.

he he, I hope they don't.

This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.

Vote 1 chickens!

I received a flyer in the mail today from these guys:

Free Range Canberra - Think Buy Vote FREE RANGE

along with all the other election propaganda stuffed in my letterbox (bloody ACT election. I'm so disillusioned over last weekend's efforts I really don't want any part of this one).

Anyway, it reminded me of why I decided to become a vegetarian. Did anyone see that thing on Channel V a while back where they interviewed Frenzal Rhomb about the battery hens? They showed some footage of chickens' beaks being cut off, and then cramming the poor bleeding chookies into tiny little cages. It was barbaric. (Remember the scene in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when they cut the chicken's head off? I was traumatised for weeks - I was only 6... - it was a bit like that.)

So I checked out the Free Range Party site, reading and surfing and reading and surfing... Then I found this pic...



I'm never eating eggs again.

I'm also a sucker for good advertising.

the 'Burbs

We have new neighbours, and they're ferals. There's two guys, and a skanky chick that comes and goes, mostly on the weekends. She has a screechy voice that shatters glass and she swears like a trooper. One of the guys, we suspect is a chronic alco. Every time we see him he's either drunk or working up to it. Anyway, when they moved in they spent the first week tiding up the garden, planting new trees, making it all look pretty. The second week, a heap of broken furniture appeared scattered all over their lawn. They also laid carpet in their carport. With all the rain we've been getting lately I have to hold my breath, bolt to the mail box, bolt back to the house, breathe. mmmmm moldy carpet.

In that second week, a truck (unregistered) also appeared and is now parked in the visitor parking area in our little street. Within two days, the windscreen was smashed in. This used to be a good neighbourhood, so I reckon it was Skanky Chick.

We received a letter in our mailbox from Urban Services the other day. I hate receiving mail from Urban Services. It's either rego renewal or a speeding fine. In this case, it was a letter asking us to move the truck or it will be towed away. K took the letter nextdoor and gave it to Drunk Guy who was in his carpeted carport, unloading a case of beer from the boot of his car. I heard him swear. K won't tell me what else he said.

It's been a week since the letter.

The truck is still there.

We are so screwed

I've gotta say I'm a little disappointed. No, fuck that, I'm fucking furious. How fucking stupid are you people??? Once again the human race has shown just how selfish and greedy people can be, apparently the best leader is the one that promises the biggest tax returns. Fuck the greater good. You believe his lies because he has good PR. Didn't you see this? Or have you forgotten all the bullshit already? Prepare yourselves for more.

He doesn't care that he has a dirty nose; he's used to the smell. And the rest of us will gag and vomit because the foul stench is too much to bear. But we will, because it's what you want.

I hope you're happy now.



We know he likes it. Will you?

sometimes it's like lying to a blind man

It's been quiet - too quiet

Even the spammers have been out of action.

I have a new email address: mal-icious@mail.com

Spammers: that is NOT an invitation.

Everyone else... mail me, spank me, buy me a pony. Make some noise. Break something. I'm not liking this quiet stuff.

bored

You're Lili St. Cyr!


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Spill your guts here

I'm writing insanely at the moment. Not in the sense that my words don't make sense. Perhaps they don't. But I crave to write this nonsense anyway. Maybe it's just to keep up with you lot, who have interesting ideas and interesting lives and interesting dreams. And the desire to share. And the desire to fit in, to make faceless new friends, who sometimes, maybe, understand me a little better than the people I deal with everyday. Maybe it's just to leave my mark. A great big pink stain on the Internet. Occasionally people look for it, or come across it by accident, but most will never know it's there at all. There's so many colourful stains out there.

Flex Day

I had a day off today, complete with sleep-in, got a cut-and-colour, did some house work (blah!) and spent the afternoon blog-slutting myself around a bit. Bet that's why you're here. It's been fun. It's also painfully painful to try to read the blogs that read like SMS.

Y do U ppl do ths?

Well nuts to you. I'm now trying to unravel a big mental ball of letters and numbers and random symbols (is that a smiley?) that mean less to me than government acronyms. It's giving me a headache. It's Friday afternoon dammit. The headache shouldn't start till tomorrow morning sometime. I'm going to go start work on that now...

where's that mouse trap...

Normally I don't comment on anything of a political nature in anyway. But I gotta share this...



Doesn't he look like Penfold?

Hey hey - my first blog pic.

Here's another.



And that's all I'm going to say about that.