Sunday, November 25, 2012


'Lo everyone.

Still alive, barely.

Such adventures in the last week or so. But then, I woke up at 3pm today, haven't left the house. Thrilling stuff!

To be honest, I'm only writing because I saw the Beardman updated (sure the reading glasses aren't on your head?) and I just finished a Daria marathon.

Let's see... most importantly, I think, is the fact that Ness found a pair of relatively cheap Radiohead tickets, and we saw them and they didn't suck. I mean, the setlist wasn't great, the seats we had (SEATS) were relatively far away, and Thom Yorke did not give me a piggyback or anything (nor was he DJing at Pony...) but it was good. There There, Bodysnatchers, Planet Telex (with psychedelic, floating screen backdrop), massive version of True Love Waits that dived into Everything In Its Right Place... Pretty good.

That said, I was recovering from a particularly late night catching Baths and Prefuse 73 at Brown Alley the night before with Bec and Isobelle, before they exiled themselves to Germany. Hurm. Bastards, they didn't put the headliner on til 3am. Excellent show though, Baths really got into it.

Pretty rough weekend, really. Hurm.

Since I'm holidays now (pleasant change), I've been catching up with everyone who I haven't seen in ages, since they're all emerging from exams and such. Highlights included a mini roadtrip with Aiden to see Hayden and Isaac that almost resulted in us getting hit by a train, rushing to get Baz to the airport with Angus and Collo, Brunetti's with Meg and Jess, Skyfall with Gav and Dayne, and a surprisingly drunken evening at Shanghai Dumplings and um, Billboards with Ness and the Room 28ers, then paintballing yesterday.

This was not a wise choice, but then Pat had booked it a month ago. It was thirty degrees, I was coming off five hours sleep after crawling home at 4 with Kaity, Dan and Rosh, and was running on a banana and fumes. Thankfully, everyone at 101 was just as hungover.

The bastards in Oakleigh have a very clever business plan, which basically involves roping in suckers like us at university and such with offers of cheap group paintball deals, then shoving us into a warehouse and charging $5 a paintball slug. So you think you're only paying $30 for a day of fun and bruises, when actually they expect you to pay at minimum $70 to have enough bullets to be actually participating all day. That said, the games they had were pretty good, they weren't all just capture the flag. However, since there were only 8 of us, we got put with a bunch of bogans celebrating a birthday. The only advantage to being put with a bunch of sadistic retards who all pretended to be Scarface was that the birthday boy (and mate) were "run through the gauntlet", and we all got to shoot at them. Good fun, and I know I got at least one guy in the face.

Anyway, once safely back at Unilodge, comparing bruises, we had a bbq on the roof with the departing Yanks (no shrimps) and played a lot of xbox. I still suck at it, and the new Goldeneye sucks too.

So I guess that's about it. Trying to not sit at home all day and brood (like I did today). At least trying to change it up a bit and get some use out of my fancy tv by watching the cricket (4 for how many?!). My plan for this week is to re-tweak the resume and find gainful employment. Which will be fun, but I'm sick of rationing my baked beans for tickets. Which reminds me, Dinosaur Jr at the Espy, blerg...

Just don't know what to do with myself, I guess. Apparently I'm off to see Skyfall again with TGarry and Rosh tomorrow, and I figure why not, if it's cheap. Not sure when I'll be down in Sale again, possibly a week or so. If the damn kids are into vinyl records now, I have to rescue my copy of Lonerism from them.

While I remember.

Skyfall - *****
Better than Casino Royale, so many nods to the older films, and an actually engaging plot, unlike the last one. Anton Chigurh/Julian Assange Javier Bardem makes a good creepy, ambiguously gay villain, the women are attractive (still no Eva Greens though), cars are kickarse, and even if the theme song was pretty lame the credits were pretty good too. There's a couple of problems with it once you start thinking about the ending (TORCHES? REALLY?), and it's eerily similar to The Dark Knight in pacing, but it all works really well, in that you don't notice these things as you go along. Plus, you know, action scenes that are suitably brutal and creative, which is a plus. Worth seeing twice.

Ah well. Time to go watch some Adventure Time.



Thursday, November 1, 2012

Back In Black.


Been a while.

Counting this a procrastination. This is new media enough, right?

So I've had a few adventures. I'm currently stuck in a library cleaning up a 2000 word philosophy report on the impact of television. Yup. Not sure if my approach to it is exactly what the tutor's aiming for, but hey, who cares.

I figured I'd better post again soon, and I kept on putting it off. I've been busy, you see. Far too busy, I guess. So many things. But I'll start afresh. I'm not sure I'll continue updating every day, or week, but I'm sick of this bastard languishing.

Not entirely sure what to write. My current struggles, other than this 2000 word behemoth and the 1500 word one to be squished tomorrow, involve petty first world problems such as acquiring Radiohead tickets for less than $200. Is there anything more middle class white youth than trying to get a Radiohead ticket, honestly?

Still, I missed the bastards while I was overseas, and trends on eBay looking as they are, we might just end up getting lucky. Just a shame there's about four billion other things on that weekend, including another gig that tickets have already been purchased for, people leaving for months, a 21st back in Ye Olde Gippslande... Hurm.

But that's something to worry about in two weeks time. Christ, two weeks. Tilt your head to the side, said I'm angry.

I'd like to catch up with the little movie reviews, but taking a leisurely six month break sure hurts that plan. Perhaps in future.

Also, my list of gigs coming up remains immense. I'm honestly shocked at how much live music I've seen over the last year or so, and how much I've got to go. The whiteboard on my desk stretches til February Polyester Records-style. Plus, you know, after the Big Day Out I'll have seen three out of the four Big 90s bands (ie Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Red Hot Chilli Peppers), Nirvana not withstanding.

Otherwise, things go slowly. Being two days from the holidays in alternating beautiful/torrid weather, with about 7000 words to write, has not been pleasant. Apart from catching a couple of movies (likely by myself...) on Saturday at the Astor, so far my plans for the very near future are to sleep an awful lot, then check out what the Beardman's plans are for November/December. Then maybe go to the beach and read my book. Hurm.

As I type, everyone around me is packing up and leaving. Unfortunate, I guess. So I'm being kicked out. This is a nothing post really, isn't it. I'm too damn tired. Working all day on these essays, nursing a sore neck from smashing it out at a funeral-like Black Keys concert last night (DISAPPOINTING), suffering through a hey-guys-good-job-for-surviving-the-semester-here's-a-forty-minute-rant style philosophy class... Ah well. Tomorrow it'll all be over til March. Scary thought, really.

Fiddlesticks. Really am being kicked out. Figures. Hurm.

Oh well, I'll try and post again and keep whatever reads this happy. Both fans.


Adios, amigos, and keep smiling.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Pre-exam Homesick Blues.

'Lo all.

Swotvac's annoying when you actually have exams. I'm getting almost nowhere with this study, but at least I've got some things to look forward to afterwards.

All the essays and such were handed in, now I just have to wait for the end of the month for any results. Such fun that will be.

Haven't been up to a lot. Ryan Murphy's last night ever (?) was fairly heavy, we ended up following him to the Toff (where I was almost barred entry), and karaoke in Chinatown. I headed home after stumbling to a taxi after this, but was later informed that there were strippers involved around 5am. Very heavy.

Next day, caught up with Bec and Aiden for dumplings, storytime, and Guthrie at the Espy. They were alright, pretty small crowd for them, and the same shtick as every other time I'd seen them. We stuck around for King of the North (the Game of Thrones fan in me wanted to see what they were on about), and they were fairly intense for just two dudes. Worth catching again, I think.

Made my way home to Sale the next evening. Didn't freeze to death, even when I had to drop three separate children at school one morning, but I did walk away with a cold. The Beardman is well, for a 51 year old, though unfortunately his stout didn't really work. Kids are loud. Yep. Abused the plentiful internet as well, gotta have some stuff to keep me going.

Home again, lots of reading articles and preparing for next week. Such fun. Caught Prometheus with Simon at the Imax on Friday night. Jesus god that's a big screen. The 3D glasses were also uncomfortable as hell, and I'm not sure they made much of an impact. I'll definitely catch the Hobbit in 3D though.

Prometheus - ***
Looks good. Real good. The first sequence with 'Prometheus' on the waterfall was amazing, totally justified going to Imax. Unfortunately from there it's a bit patchy, trying to hard to be all deep. The scientists were all pants-on-head retarded. I did like the little nods to the other Alien films, and I'm not going to lie, the surgery sequence was pretty sick and awesome. Michael Fassbender steals the show, Moon style, especially towards the beginning. Worth seeing, just I suppose don't have huge hopes for it.

Yesterday I was dragged SHOPPING!!!!1 with Isobelle and Emily, and am now far poorer but apparently much more fashionable. Never again will I attempt to brave a department store sans coffee. Hurm. Scarves, honestly.

I'll try and write more before I disappear completely (just watched Radiohead's Bonnaroo set...), but such shenanigans this week. Tomorrow is more study, then Tuesday afternoon I'll be smashing a pair of exams before getting very drunk in Hawthorn, then dinner at Simon's and then getting the hell out of here. Can't wait.



Sunday, May 27, 2012

Mogwai Fear Satan

'Lo all.

My procrastination knows no bounds. I'm beginning to fall behind in an essay I'm trying to plough through. Damn these broad, open-ended topics. Just what IS the importance of remembering and forgetting in the digital age? Hurm.

Anyway. So it's been a while between drinks (well... not really, sadly). Unfortunately there isn't much to talk about, mostly work. I've so far handed in two out of the three things that need to be handed in by Monday (which is tomorrow...), and I've finished classes. Two more weeks and I've officially finished my third semester in this peepee soaked heckhole. Joy of joys.

So yeah, you would think I haven't been getting roaring drunk and having adventures, and instead focusing on getting my work in on time. So far I've managed to stay on track despite these distractions. I even left Thursday night Puggs early one time. That was a pretty big deal for me, but it paid off when I was hungover and cleaning up an essay the following afternoon, and managed to get it handed in fine. Oh yeah.

While I remember (I've written that word about three dozen times in the last four days, it's lost all meaning and doesn't sound right anymore).

The Virgin Suicides - ****
Finally got strapped down Clockwork Orange-style and was forced to watch this. A little too airy, and Kirsten Dunst playing a fourteen year old was jarring to the point of ridiculousness, but it was good fun how it drew you in by being all satire-y and ironic, then kicking you in the teeth. I mean, you were expecting it, based on the title, but still. Enjoyable, but then I enjoyed Lost in Translation (I'm a sucker for Bill Murray), and this is pretty similar. There was a voice in my ear the entire time about how the book was better though.

I guess I'm like that with Game of Thrones, season two of which is disappointing me. But oh well.

Went to the footy on Saturday for a nail-biter between Essendon and Richmond (it's nice being a member, you just stroll in halfway through), followed by a visit to Bridie O'reilly's on Chapel st. Terrible place on a Saturday night. We were dragged upstairs, as a band was playing, but the slightly-too-old-to-be-doing-this singer was belting out thoroughly awful covers of All American Rejects and Katy Perry, and that damn Call Me Maybe song that everyone seems to know except me. I did not realise it was possible to make already-bad songs sound worse.

Attempting to recover the view that pub covers of pop songs can be an acceptable medium when you're drunk, I went to Ryan Murphy's 'Olympics Fundraiser Party' at Puggs with a little Taco-Bill's-Fishbowl-induced optimism. He'd pulled out all the stops, with a full band upstairs instead of his usual loop pedal and kickdrum downstairs, and a woman's bathing suit and bathrobe to suit the theme. My eyes are still recovering. Unfortunately, I wasn't so drunk that I could ignore the mix, which seemed to be just keyboard, vocals, and cymbal. Poor Ryan Murphy. Still, a good time was had, and there was something approaching a moshpit by the end. Pretty crazy. I have to wonder what next week, his official going away thing, will be like.

Speaking of going away, since I have barely any readers I can announce this here. I'm not interested in sticking around in my apartment for a month, so I'm heading out to see the world. Paris, New York, Los Angeles. Ticking the boxes while I have a little money to do so. And seeing a few bands. Not Radiohead, nor the Cure, nor Tricky (that would involve Portugal, but tickets sold out...), but a few. Plus I think I need to see my aunt. Hurm.

Anyway, I'll try and post again before I fly away. Not that I'll have much to write about. The next few weeks involve heavy drinking and going back to Sale. God help us all. And I think there's a pair of exams in there somewhere.

Back to the essay, I suppose. It's a shame I can't cite this whole blogging enterprise in it, based on half the readings I've gone through. You would think that working in the library for four days would help me get it done faster, but oh well. Tomorrow will be fun. 800 words still looks far too bleak and far away right now, but by tomorrow afternoon they'll get hacked away at pretty quickly, I imagine. Damn this teenage laziness.



Monday, May 14, 2012


'Lo all.

It's freaking cold outside. This creates a number of problems. Foremost among them, every time the window is shut the apartment cooks regardless of what's going on outside. However, leave the window open and you freeze solid. Hurm.

Anyway, been an alright few weeks. I know I'm lazy about this, but sometimes it isn't my fault. My poor old desktop really is about to die, I've had it BSOD a few times recently, and it struggles to run my internet browser (also the internet's patchy to start with). So even if there was something to post it'd be unlikely it'd get up because the damn computer can't actually connect to the internet. Have been considering pulling out Simon and Kirsty's donated wireless router, but then I fear my internet usage would go off the charts (when it did work), and by going over the limit, it'd be so slow I'd be back to square one.

Been trying to keep busy as exams and assessments approach. This is the pointy end. It's never been particularly fun, but this time I have a plan. One essay will be done before Thursday night this week! I swear this! It's going to happen! Then I can relax slightly about the more trickier ones. But so far, a day and a half and about a dozen articles in, progress is slow, but at least there's material. Graffiti and hegemony is a lot easier to research than new media cultures of remembering and forgetting, I'm guessing. But we'll see how we go, worry about the exams when we arrive in June.

Anyway. Busyness. Caught Digitalism with Isobelle and Isaac two Fridays ago, which was good fun. The Forum blew their minds. Beni, the opening DJ, was pathetic. He had a big gold medallion that said BENI and his tshirt read J'AIME BENI. It'd be alright if his music was good, but it was not. However. Digitalism blew my hearing (it's slowly coming back though). They've got a different stage set up from last time I saw them, now it's just one big heart and two light-up lecterns with all the switches instead of three hearts and a live drummer. The setlist was alright, the opening with Miami Showdown, Idealistic, Forrest Gump and a killer light show. Pogo, as usual, was heavy. Might have accidentally knocked out a drugged out douche's teeth while pogoing to that song, I dunno, but he was a douche and on something. Pretty good show.

On Sunday night, had a catch up drink or five with Ryan at the Exford, which was good until some old guy came to our table ranting about commies and offered to buy us drinks, much to our amusement. Then he got dragged out shouting by the bouncers. All of our what. Went back on Friday with Aiden for free pool and jukebox and squished a little old guy and his mate who looked like Kenny with more tats. Funny guys, pretty quiet night.

Hit Puggs, as usual. Not a particularly good night most recently, but hey, got pretty drunk. It was pretty good to see shedloads of each old crowd there though.

Also Tom was down for the week, so naturally we caught up with him. He did get lost trying to navigate his way around Hawthorn (read, take the tram up the hill, or down the hill?), but we made him have a couple of drinks Thursday night, and on Saturday we all went around to Isaac's to play COD on his projector screen. I am still rubbish at it, clearly I need to drop everything and play it every day like Aiden, Pat and Tom. Messed up.

Visited the Astor as well (as usual) for a Sherlock Holmes marathon. Introduced Emily to the cat (I found out its name but alas, can't remember it). Isobelle almost lost my phone, annoyingly. Still. Good night.

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows - ***
Enjoyable but not anything that special, much like the first one. Apparently the German is horrendously translated. Did like how Lyle from Mad Men was the bad guy. And yeah, there's some bits that are very Guy Richie, but far more bits that are pure STUDIO BLOCKBUSTER OMG which kind of jar. Also Noomi Rapace scrubs up well.

Yes, I'm looking forward to Prometheus.

Six Degrees of Separation - ***1/2
Enjoyable, you have no idea where the hell it's going, but the pacing's a bit off at times. You really need to pay attention to keep up, as the plot twists don't stop and there's buttloads of characters all pretending to be different things. Also lol poor rich people, u want sum water?

And right now, procrastination central. There is a link between the wall in Palestine and Banksy, seeing as he did a few murals on it, but these academic articles just get heavier and heavier. Oh well. Plus Carlton's losing to St Kilda at the moment, but it's just the start of the last quarter and it's only four goals... Hurm.

Tomorrow will be more of the same, I think. Get stuff done. Looking forward to my holiday.



Sunday, April 29, 2012

Weird Fishes

'Lo all.

Um. They've changed the layout on Blogger for me. How nice of them. Interesting to note that pageviews and such are now on the homepage. I've never really cared about that sort of thing. Turns out I have fans in Russia, though I suppose they're probably advertising crawlers. Weird.

Anyway. It's been a few weeks. Contrasting last time, I've been to the cinema a lot.

A Dangerous Method - ****
Good. Very good. Keeps threatening to stray into boring relationship-y territory but then it draws you back in with this cool pseudo/psych stuff. Plus Viggo Mortensen as a cigar chomping Freud badarse, can't go wrong with that.

The Avengers - ***
Big and flashy, and painfully Whedony at times. Lots of snarky back and forth, lots of "crowning moment of awesome" bits (including one sequence that was almost one shot that managed to include every character...). But hell, it was good fun. You walk out smiling. And as much as I like Iron Man because he's a sarcastic bastard, the Hulk's pretty good too. It does get bogged down in the middle, and the ending's a little cheesy... "My god, it's full of stars" indeed. Also, glad I saw it in 2D, not going to lie.

The Hunger Games - **1/2
Oh god, what has happened, has our beloved correspondent turned into a shill for the major studios, catching two big "summer" tentpole action films in the same week!? No, dear readers, not quite. This is an ok film, but there were too many things that irked me, especially in the way it was shot and edited. I understand that for a tween film, you can't go overboard on the blood and violence, but surely there are better ways of avoiding this than thirty cuts per second and shaky camera, right? Plus the art direction, especially with the bourgeoisie people, got really annoying by the end. Also the predictable story and setup for the sequel, the light approach to the heavy dystopia themes (damn tweens...), and the whole shoehorned relationship crap... I paid for blood! Meh. Not going to read the books. 1984/Battle Royale for the Twilight kiddies.

To be fair, I only saw this film because Inception followed it at the Astor (typically mindblowing, to the point where I got about two hours worth of theorising on the walk home...). Liking their new calendar too, Dr Strangelove and Taxi Driver will definitely be attended, and possibly Raiders of the Lost Ark if scheduling permits.

Also, I would like to take this opportunity to gloat and say that yes, I will be seeing Jack White, At The Drive In, Tame Impala, Smashing Pumpkins, Bloc Party, Dirty Three, Band of Skulls, Lana del Rey (actually, scratch that...), Miike Snow, the Shins, Mudhoney, Spiderbait, Pond, DZ Deathrays, Hypnotic Brass, and shedloads more at Splendour in July, AND I'll be catching the Black Keys in October. Absolute shenanigans. Cheers to Bec and Aiden for sorting out tickets. Also, are there really no Brian Jonestown Massacre fans in the house? So disappointing.

Still got an itch though, especially with Pearl Jam, The Cure, and Radiohead rolling around...

What else have I been up to... Did my part as an obedient consumer and visited Polyester for Record Store Day, picked up Amnesiac and the clear orange reissue of Mclusky Does Dallas, among other things. Brilliant stuff. Problem is I want to upgrade my sound system, and I really am not in the right location to do so... future, future, future.

The family hit my new place, on their way through from Simon's after Easter. Oh god. You clearly cannot tell two twelve year olds not to touch anything and expect them not to. I got a very angry text message from on the other day (yes, text message. May god have mercy on Beardman's soul and wallet) regarding the aforementioned Black Keys ticket and some missing Black Keys merch birthday presents, which was a little hilarious, but still. Terrifying. Kids are growing up for serious reals.

Hit Puggs again, once where we met Aiden's new squeeze (and squeeze she did, and bite (Isobelle had teethmarks, much to her shock)) and where we proved that it is indeed possible to walk from Carlton to Richmond while hammered; and once where we all got really, really, really plastered (to the point where Aiden thinks he blacked out), Callum smashed Ryan Murphy's pint glass with a well thrown lollypop, and Ethan beat everyone (including Ryan) in arm wrestling. This is what we get for using Bazza's 10% pale ale as pres... Wouldn't want to DOG THE BOYZ though, would we.

On Tuesday, after class, went to visit Patrick and caught up with a lot of Grammar kids, all trying to get me to come out with them. Not likely, though I did accidentally draw a king's cup card (finished the bastard though). Next day, hit the MCG and saw the last quarter of the ANZAC Day match, which was thrilling, but it was scary to hear that many Collingwood supporters singing at the end. As I recall we ended up at Puggs that night as well, since nowhere else was open, and the Wednesday night guy sucks (why so much Coldplay?! Why?! What have we done to deserve this?!).

In other news, uni's going fine, smashed a few presentations, I've got one more presentation on Wednesday and a test on Monday, but should be fine. It's getting to the point where I will actually have to start plotting out essays and exam revision, but oh well. No stress.

I'm definitely getting too damn lazy though. Well. Lazier than usual. Might be because it's getting colder, it just makes sense to spend all day at home reading a book or something than rug up and head out. This needs to change. Travel in the holidays maybe. Or actually get properly healthy instead of this default skinny rubbish. Hurm. Call it restlessness. At least I'm cutting down on the discussions on morality that last til 6am though (but then, I saw hot air balloons on the long walk home, which reminds me, get onto that, Beardman!).

There's no doubt I've forgotten stuff, I really must cut down on this whole "skip two weeks" thing. Clearly I get up to enough adventures. This week, for example, Puggs, Digitalism, then Tom's coming to visit and Bec's throwing yet another house party. Adventure!



Sunday, April 15, 2012

Bass Drum of Death.

'Lo everyone.

So much to catch up on. I've had a productive easter break.

Let's see... Party started Wednesday night with some further explorations of Brunswick st, then when I got home Thursday I finished what may be my worst essay so far, but at least I emailed it in on time (god, I hope so). Then off to Puggs for raucous shindiggery, apparently I was gone. Funny that.

Things kept going the next night. Went to Simon's for dinner and saw the family (girls have mobile phones, god help us all), then caught Bass Drum of Death and the Drunk Mums with Isaac, and they were brilliant. We rocked up a little too early, I think, but it made for some fun people watching. So many hipsters, we felt a little out of place. Ran into a few people as well. Drunk Mums put on a good show, looking forward to their LP, and Bass Drum of Death... hell, the mosh was crazy, and this one plastered dude kept crowdsurfing, which led to him pulling down some of the soundproofing foam from the ceiling and exposing three inch long nails pointing straight down at the crowd. Funnily enough no one else went for a crowdsurf after that. The band itself was killer, awesome singalong to Velvet Itch and High School Roaches, and the bastards drew out Get Found for ages, it was brilliant. Said hi to the lead singer in an alleyway outside as well. Good night out.

Next day was a visit to Clayton to check out Bec's new digs, made a couple of friends through arguing about whether Falls is big enough for Foo Fighters to headline (if it's true, you heard it here first, folks), and tried some more of Baz's beer with Aiden. Not sure I could do a whole night on the berry stuff, but it's a pleasant change from Carlton.

Sunday was Vasco Era at the Espy, via Hilda's. Turns out I'm good at FIFA, who knew. Don't think I'll play it again though. Aiden and I dragged out ET to St Kilda, and we got pretty hammered. Saw a band playing a filthy Rolling Stones cover in the basement as well. Jumped into the pit and got spat out onto the barrier right over Ted's bass monitor, so my eardrums got torn to shreds. Band put on a good show despite Sid having absolutely no voice from Boogie on the weekend, but he managed his Tom Waits cover, very scratchily. They pulled out a new cover, this time Pixies, and finished with three songs from the first album, brilliant stuff.

Went to the footy for the first time this season on Monday with Barry, and watched Geelong slip through Hawthorn's fingers in the rain. So cold, thrilling match though. Hawthorn really should have won, it all came down to the siren, but oh well. We hit Beer Deluxe for some commiseration drinks, I must recommend Brooklyn Lager.

Tuesday was big, went to Patrick's for some predrinks. They were playing the same game of beer pong for about three hours, and we didn't finish Kings. Poor old Pat overextended himself with one last Black Russian before we left for the Hawthorn, so by the time we got there we were faced with a 45 minute wait. None of that. So, a bit of an anticlimax. Still.

Had a night off Wednesday, so I helped Rence and Angus bottle the 9.71% alcohol pale ale that was fresh out of the fermenter. Jesus. Strong stuff, cannot wait to try it. Lots of story swapping, Angus finds the strangest things in the Melbourne Central lost and found...

Next day, no uni, which was nice. Caught up with Isobelle at Thousand Pound, saw a few people, then made my way to Parkville again, and got very wasted. But I wasn't the worst one there. Walked home veeery late, which really didn't help the whole "hey, let's avoid getting a cold before uni starts again!" thing.

Even worse was the next day. Went to Carlton v Collingwood with Aiden, which was brilliant, since we absolutely thumped them. Saw Simon as well. Then after a mild panic about tickets, met Ness and the rest at the Corner and moshed to Children Collide for what I believe is the seventh time? Good stuff, got me Across the Earth and We Live in Fear (with strobes), plus Speed of Sound and a couple of new songs which should be alright on the next tour. My poor Children Collide shirt is almost to my knees.

Last night was good fun, went down to Footscray for Denny's birthday, lost a few games of pool, then we (eventually) set up the Lord of the Rings drinking game. We all survived almost to the end. So damn close. I wouldn't do all three in one night, especially the extended ones.

And today was fairly lazy, watched Radiohead's Coachella set on youtube (interesting watching them with a coffee in a chair instead of in the crowd, oh well...) and for the second year running maxed out my download limit straight afterwards. Perhaps there is a correlation.

This week is looking quiet, there's a couple of assessments that need smashing, but Record Store Day and Pond on Saturday beckon. Hurm. See how we go, I suppose.



Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Wooden Shjips.

'Lo everyone.

Been pretty lazy lately. Keeping busy though.

Let's see... been to the Astor twice, been to a couple of house parties, caught a band or two, and survived up to the mid semester break. Oh yeah.

While I remember.

The Rum Diary - **1/2
I do like the Good Doctor's stuff, but this film was not as good as Fear and Loathing. It tries to be, at times. And there are a couple of good scenes, but everything seems to be all unresolved at the end, and there's a needless love subplot. Pacing was way off, but oh well.

Caught Fear and Loathing and Pulp Fiction last night, and Full Metal Jacket and A Clockwork Orange last week, both of which were pretty awesome to see on a huge screen with proper sound. Hopefully blew a few minds as well.

Also saw Wooden Shjips and Beaches with Bec at the Corner, who were both mind numblingly repetitive and loud in the best possible ways. Lots of stuff from the new album, but they still played Motorbike. Did enjoy the backdrop as well. Dunno if they'll come back again, I know they got the Boot at Golden Plains a few years back...

Had a ball at Callum's new place in the middle of nowhere near Flemington, and again at Isaac's the next weekend. Absolute shenanigans at the latter.

Uni's been alright, ploughing through the assessments. Got one more to write that's due Thursday, which will be spat out before I ship out to Puggs. I'm keen.

Not a lot of plans this week, apart from (maybe Bass Drum of Death with the Drunk Mums, housewarming at Bec's, Vasco Era at the Espy again, and Children Collide next Friday... but that's it). Should be good fun.

Mmmrr. Must stop being so lazy. Oh well.



Sunday, March 18, 2012

The Beards

'Lo all.

Still alive, barely. My poor immune system seems to have forgotten what it's like to be at a festival. But it's recovering.

Couple of things, I suppose. More uni. I have to write a plan/draft of a short story before Tuesday afternoon, which will be submitted for class discussion. Can't say I'm particularly excited. Everyone else in the class seems to know what they're doing, but oh well. Lots of arguing in pop culture about feminism, which is fun, but kind of pointless. Same with the whole cultural hegemony thing in new media, though I suppose that's different.

On Thursday I headed to Fed Square with Baz, Angus, Wells, and a buttload of other Swinmates (...) for a microbrewery showcase thing. For twenty bucks they gave you twenty samples and free ribs. It was awesome. We hit the high percentage ones first (10% cider? Jesus), then slowly made our way down. Raspberry and pear ciders get a plus from me (like a manly cruiser), but I still don't really like IPA or weisbier. Some crazy good stuff, gotta keep an eye out for Yowie beer. Had to leave early though, caught up with Aiden, Ryan and Denny in James Squire's, then shipped off to the Corner.

The Stiffys were not what I was expecting. Two piece, bass and drums, much like DFA79, but so, so many dick jokes. Aiden got himself a setlist, and it seemed that almost every song had a title that was a variation on "I've Got A Stiffy" (except for Ranger Stacy). So pretty good, really. Bec arrived halfway through the set with Stephen, they seemed a little confused.

Couple of beers later and we were almost in the front row for BARBARION (ARGH). They weren't really as good as they were at Meredith, no flamethrowers or giant screen behind them, but the synchronised dance moves and sheer over-the-top-ness of it all made it work. Had to feel sorry for the kid in the very front row when the S&M gladiator jumped down from the stage and yelled some lyrics in his face.

Then the Beards, who were awesome, for a novelty band. The crowd couldn't go thirty seconds without someone or other screaming BEARDS. They have a fantastic sense of humour about it all, and seemed a little overwhelmed to be playing to so many enthusiastic people. Loved the sax solos and keytar. Particular highlights were the massive, massive singalong to If Your Dad Doesn't Have A Beard, You've Got Two Mums (Two Beardless Mums), the keytar solo in You Should Consider Having Sex With A Bearded Man, and all the fistpumping to Beards Across Australia Unite. Brilliant stuff.

We decided to head to Puggs, since it was a Thursday night, though Aiden wanted his Stiffys' set list back (thieving ranga). Puggs was very, very empty, just Callum and his loud roomie. I think we definitely made Ryan Murphy's day, coming in and heckling him.

Not much going on Friday. Went to the Unilodge welcome party and in between talking to a couple of older bored people, won myself a pair of free movie tickets. So it looks like I'll be seeing the Rum Diary very soon. Then headed to Isobelle's and marathoned some Game of Thrones, since I found the dvd for cheap.

Next day, warmed up for St Patrick's Day by sleeping in (and missing the breakfast! When else will I get Guinness at 9am?!), but made it down in the afternoon after waiting an hour in line. Aiden and Callum were plastered. Not a bad evening, I suppose, once the rest of the usual suspects arrived, including Dayne with a green racing stripe in his hair. NotRyan played a few traditional Irish songs in his set at the end of the night, which led to the entire pub doing a jig. Kinda funny.

After hitting Incys like a freight train, we headed to college for some cartoons, which turned into Rage, which turned into Ladyhawke videos. Meh. Since half of us had passed out on the couch, decided to head home about 4am. Then I slept for like twelve hours.

So yeah. Couple of adventures. Next week, some Astor animu shenanigans and Kaitie's thingo, I think. We'll see what happens.



Sunday, March 11, 2012

Golden Plains.

'Lo everyone.

So, picking straight up where we left off, after finishing that last post Friday afternoon, I missed the tram but eventually made it to college to meet Aiden, where I checked out his growing jungle, played some Smash Bros, and watched Simon suck at pool. Nice to see the freshly shaved Cumpsta as well.

We met Bec at a Coles in Flemington, after chatting to a pair of bogans about the Good Life festival that was on at the racecourse. So much doof doof, we could hear it in the supermarket. Lots of stocking up on supplies (read; fruit and doritos), then picked up Aiden's trusty station wagon and went on a voyage to Essendon for beer (Boags was cheap, we had to make sacrifices), then on to Abbottsford to Jack's house party. So many drunken 28ers, love you guys.

After a sneaky Maccas run, we crashed pretty hard at Moonee Manor (for the last time?). Aiden joined the hallowed list of people that have sexually assaulted a teddy there (this one was a duck, and there's a photo somewhere...). The next morning was pretty painful until we got some Maccas breakfast. Disgusting.

The trip in was not lightning fast like it was last time, but it wasn't as long as it could have been. We chose the wrong lane for the boot check, but this gave us more time for checking out the bitties in other cars. Camped at the Gums again, nice place, then grabbed a slab's worth of beer and set up shop on a couch (!!!) at the Amphitheatre.

Man, it was good to be back. Lots of frisbee, and pikachus playing soccer. Kofta balls and potato twists were had. First band up was Hunting Grounds (nee Howl) from Ballarat, who won Unearthed High a couple of years back. They weren't bad for triple j core indie rock, and their Sabotage cover was excellent.

Next up were Total Control, who were a similar sort of sound, and Real Estate, who were pretty good. Having only listened to their album once I can't really judge how amazing the set was, but they sounded good and the crowd was loving it.

The crowd picked A Tribe Called Quest over the Stone Roses for housekeeping music (the bastards), then Lanie Lane hit the stage. She's worth seeing, old fashioned sort of music, but enjoyable. I may have made a mistake in missing Wild Flag to get more food and beer, but according to Harry they're worth hitting a sideshow for. Very Riot Grrrrl, from what I heard back in the campsite. Met up with the Goog as well, played some Ball at his campsite.

I made it back to the couch and was introduced to the owners of said couch by Aiden, Dean and Meredith (at Meredith!). They'd been going to Meredith for about 16 years, I was pretty jealous. Apparently the couches we were on had come from a brothel, originally. Very cool. We headed up to Inspiration Point for the sunset, an excellent choice, since it was beautiful. We got back for the second half of Ariel Pink, who wasn't that amazing at all. Tryhard weird. There was a dancing guy on stage who was only wearing a cape and underwear, shaking a tambourine occaisionally. Meh. Meh, I say!

Suddenly it was dark, and Bon Iver hit the stage. Justin Vernon's a lot taller than I expected, and the band had about ten members playing. Our view was astounding, as Aiden and I were standing on top of the couch leaning against a tree, we could see everything, right over the crowd. Really, really good stuff. The singalong for Skinny Love, in particular, just clicked, and it was worth hearing (over) 9000 people singing along to the chorus. I get the feeling that this sort of band would only work properly at a festival like this, I can't imagine them at BDO or Falls that well. Still. Awesome stuff.

By this time Aiden and I were plastered, so there are (apparently) patches from my memory gone. The best way to follow a hardcore indie folk rock band, obviously, is a Kiss tribute band. Unfortunately, due to the fire ban, Kisstroyer (AUSTRALIA'S PREMIER KISS TRIBUTE BAND!) couldn't unleash any Barbarion style pyrotechnics, but they still put on one hell of a show. As Harry put it the next day, you can't go see the actual Kiss ironically, but you can ironically enjoy the hell out of the tribute act. Brilliant stuff, and I don't even like Kiss.

Aiden and I then went for a wander instead of catching Dexter (he of the Avalanches fame), and ended up at the cinema. They put on some crazy stuff there, which is only made more fun when you're drunk or on god knows what. We may have started a few chants and annoyed everyone with a MST3k/Stadtler and Waldorf shtick... Or at least that's what Aiden told me. Then a visit to the Pink Flamingo for some Pink Flamingos (far too overpriced, but oh well).

We crashed pretty hard, missing out on Seekae (who hopefully missed out on any Gang Gang Dance still 2am mishaps). The next morning was not at all pleasant. Dodgy burgers and far, far too much alcohol. I think the three of us demolished about 50 beers between us, and Bec stopped halfway through.

So that morning was a very, very slow start. We made it back to the Amphitheatre for First Aid Kit (from Sweden!), who were doing the whole folky thing. Relaxing, and as Harry noticed, very attractive too.

Something I should mention about this festival is that the crowd's a lot older than usual festival crowds. This usually isn't a problem, as the vets are usually a lot more friendly than Parklife/Future/BDO/(Falls?) roidheads. The problem is that the girl you're chatting to, and possibly seems very cool, is thirty. This happened to both Aiden and I, much to our amusement. Oh well. (No offence Katie, like I said, thirty year olds are cool too!).

Anyway. Music. Endless Boogie played about three songs in an hour, and got the first Boot of the day for their troubles. Sort of Grateful Dead style improvised psych riffs, but they just kept. on. going. Then the Celibate Rifles, who are lot older than I was expecting, the poor bastards. They did say that playing Bill Bonney Regrets would kill them, but man, it was totally worth it. "Remember, we're the Celibate Rifles, and you're not."

Headed up to the Pink Flamingo for some cocktails, watched Saskwatch from the hill, very nice band, I thought. Aiden got a kick out of their Little Red cover. Lots of people floating around in gold costumes (SO MUCH GLITTER), including a quintet in very, very bright morphsuits. We have endeavoured to purchase festival costumes, Aiden shotgunned the giraffe (appropriate), and I reckon I'll go for a dinosaur.

Saw half of Bonnie Prince Billy (SO BALD), then headed back to the tents for rehydration. Ended up chilling there as the sun went down, missing out on Roky Erickson, who actually sounded very cool and I intend to check out as soon as I have good internet again. We moseyed back down for Roots Manuva, in order to secure a good place for the Black Lips. Was not sure what to expect from this band, as they had a set of turntables, a heavy metal guitarist, a hype man, and a backup chick singer, but hey, it was enjoyable. Electro-dub-metal-reggae stuff.

Led by Bec, we somehow found ourselves on the barrier, front row centre, for the rest of the evening, well done. Up next were Urge Overkill, who I'm ashamed to admit I'd never heard of before. Wells told me they were on the Pulp Fiction soundtrack, so that's good enough for me. Poor old Wells was a bit out of it at that stage, but he managed to get through all of his goon. Urge Overkill themselves were pretty good, looking like characters out of The Boat That Rocked, but putting on some pretty good 70s style alt rock. They played the Neil Diamond song from the movie as well. Lots of very old fans moshing, rather amusing.

Once again, no idea what to expect from Charles Bradley and His Extraordinaires, despite a very poetic description from Goog. We ended up getting the most kick arse, over the top James Brown style soul performance. Charles Bradley is a legend and you should feel as bad as I did for not knowing about him. Amazing dancing (the microphone dives in particular were awesome), and really good music, the trumpet playing and bassist Extraordinaires in particular. Really enjoyed his Neil Young cover. Again, this isn't the sort of stuff I'd look for anywhere else, but in this environment it just works so well.

There was a massive crush as we waited for the Black Lips. A friendly giraffe gave me his spot on the barrier, but I was shoved aside for a screaming teeny bopper. So annoying. At one stage she actually jumped over the barrier as she needed to go to the loo, and the security guard told me to hold her place. We wat'd. Then suddenly she came back, looking like she was carried all the way back to the front. Woah.

So, I ended up about three rows back for the Black Lips, but I went backwards and forwards so much from the crowd. Good mosh, apart from a severely out of it dude who was accidentally trying to choke me, and was looking like he'd puke on Bec. O Katrina was a definite highlight, except for the Knives Chau-style cheering from the aforementioned annoying teeny bopper (funny that the Black Lips were Sex Bobomb in that film...). They didn't play Short Fuse, but we did get Hippie Hippie Hoorah and they finished with Bad Kids, so good.

I was eventually spat out, covered in mud and sweat, and found my way back to the tents where Bec and Aiden had wrangled a setlist and a drumstick. Fantastic. We decided to hit the Meredith Eye ferris wheel, which provided one hell of a view over the entirety of the campsites, as well as Chic, who were going off onstage. When we finally emerged, we went to the cinema, where they played Skaterdate again (the one we were heckling the night before), which seemed to run for three times as long sober, and some crazy footage of sunspots and a very Monty Python-esque 70s short film. On our way back we danced to Freak Out (totally worth it). Then we hit the hay.

This morning, smooth drive back home, no three hour traffic snarls anywhere, we pretty much got straight home. Unfortunately I missed my tute. Oh well. Caught up with Jake in Maccas (a disturbingly common occurrence these days), and now I'm in the library catching up on the news with the free wifi, since my internet's dead again. Bastard.

(lol at the Herald Sun putting up a paywall, I know I want to pay extra to read Andrew Bolt)

So yeah. That was my second Meredith experience, and I already can't wait to go back in December.

This week, The Beards and Barbarion on Thursday, and a beer tasting extravaganza with Baz. Shenanigans.



Thursday, March 8, 2012

Moth Wings.

'Lo all.

Well. It has been a very, very interesting fortnight. My apologies for not posting earlier, but things came up.

So last Monday? I think was the last time I wrote anything. That morning was particularly painful, what with the 830am lecture and the pouring rain and the missing of trams. Plus it was stinking hot the night before, so no one really got any sleep. Oh well.

Media Law looks like it'll be fascinating, it looks like it's a problem solving sort of deal, and the exam's open book. So not too bad. After the lecture I emerged to ten million people screaming about a Radiohead tour (like I said, if they didn't do Harvest they'd be here in November...), and how the presale tickets had already gone. Mrr.

That night, had to get out of the house, had a couple of drinks in the city which turned into a marathon. This made the 930am start on Tuesday even less fun than the previous day.

New Media (THE TELECOMMUNICATIONS REVOLUTION) seems to be Media in Australia mk2. So I'm alright with that. Unfortunately, once again I tried to get tickets after the lecture, and failed. Two presales down, no result for anyone I knew. Hurm. Then I accidentally went home and slept through my first pop culture lecture.

That afternoon was Writing Fiction, a three hour stretch of talking about what makes good writing with a class full of people who all seemed to get it, and had no sense of humour. Hurm again. Caught up with Aiden and Bec that night, sorted out our arrangements for this weekend (I'm packing my bag as soon as I finish this).

Then Wednesday, pop culture tute, good fun, just a lot of people whinging about music and fashion. Should be an interesting class. Headed to Richmond to pick up some tickets to some cultural events with Aiden, such as a bearded folk parody band and the cricket. Yeah. Made it back to uni in time for new media, the tutor's geeky but he seems alright, class is pretty quiet though.

Thursday was meh, as I missed out on the last tickets to Radiohead. Oh well. I suppose there are worse atrocities in the world. Headed to Puggs with a huge crowd, usual shenanigans.

Friday was quiet apart from the cricket, where Aiden and I got really good seats down the front in the member's stand, and watched Sri Lanka beat us in a nail biting finish (all sports writing is cliches).

Next day up bright and relatively early so I could head down to Geelong, unfortunately the trams were all munted so I arrived slightly late. It was good to catch up with the family, happy birthday Katie. Also, all of you must stop comparing me to that guy in the Young Ones. Headed back to Ascot Vale with Bonnie and Riley, caught up with Joe and his house hunt, then back to Hawthorn in time for a civilised gathering at Rosh's, where Aiden and I tested out Barry's exploding beers and Callum, Ness, Tom Garry and I raided Urban Dictionary for... suggestions.

Suddenly we're back to Monday. More class. Meh. Caught up with Ryan and took him down Brunswick st, he's surviving Footscray so far, which is good. We really have to drag Denny out somehow though. Tuesday was more of the same, except I noticed that I know an awful lot of people doing pop culture, and none of them are in my tute. Damn. Went to Pat's with Jake for beers, we may have polished off a slab with Will and Paul, then visited The Hawthorn (puke) and Nevs, saw Kaity and the 102 boys. Googs is coming with us this weekend, fantastic.

Almost slept through my tutes the next day, not pleasant. All we had to do was some pretty meh culture jamming exercise. Aren't we alternative. More arguing about music in new media as well, I do enjoy being a media kid sometimes. Went to the Astor and finally saw the first Batman film and, more importantly, saw Gavin. He's alive, amazingly, and heading to the city at least once a month this year. Brilliant.

Batman Begins - ***
Some of the dialogue is woeful, and I really wasn't expecting a ninja film, or a zombie film, but hey, it works better than a straight superhero popcorn film. They could have done more with the whole hallucinogen thing, but if skimping out on that let them have the batmobile tank thing then who cares, that thing is boss. Not bad, I suppose, not as good as the Dark Knight.

Then yesterday. Some shenanigans, but hey, it was my day off. Puggs was much emptier than usual, but Cameron dropped in (COME BACK SOON!). Jake, Woody, Daniel, Callum and I made up for Harry and Aiden's absence (it takes five of us to do this, jesus), and Ryan Murphy finally unleashed a Somebody That I Used To Know cover, ew.

And right now, I'm packing for Golden Plains. Cannot wait to return to Meredith, and see the Black Lips and Celibate Rifles, and Bon Iver (and Ariel Pink for the trainwreck value...). If I'm alive I reckon I'll be able to post Monday night, but no promises.



Sunday, February 26, 2012

Murder Me Rachel.

'Lo all.

One hell of a last week before uni, I tell you. Uncomfortably warm and now thundering outside. Appropriate.

Not a huge amount to report, I suppose. Headed to Nevs on Tuesday; Jake, Pat, Bernice and I played a lot of pool, drank a lot of beer, watched a lot of Star Wars, and saw a lot of people. Baz was gone, but was still trying to sell his new beer. Not a bad night.

Next day, headed to Isobelle's new pad with Annie for more drinking. Crashed on a couch and was awoken by hordes of screaming schoolchildren. The 9am tram home was not pleasant in the slightest.

Thursday was Puggs, as usual. Caught up with Jake and Pat at Swinburne for free orientation beer, then some pool at the Hawthorn with Pat's roomie (it's not bad when it's quiet). We debated whether to head to Puggs early or not, ended up arriving there at 9 after a visit to Jake's. Too late though. We had to line up, as the place was packed for O week. I'll take the blame though. Huge crowd out, but I dunno, I've had better nights. Somehow found our way home without Aiden and Pat offending the taxi driver as well.

Too hot the next day. Way, way too hot. Like, oh god what the hell. Made my way out of the house to catch up with people, but we ended up heading for the airconditioned cinema anyway.

While I remember,

A Scanner Darkly - ****
Dark humour, but it wasn't sure how serious it was going to be. Robert Downey Jr was pretty much playing Jeff Goldblum, hilarious. I did like the weird animation, suitably trippy, which fit right into the storyline.

Shame - ****1/2
Art house film, not going to recommend seeing this with your parents. Very heavy, fairly depressing, but enough lighthearted bits to not make it exceptionally painful. Beware a musical scene that while designed to make you cry, may bring up memories of a certain Simpsons scene..

Kick Ass - ***
Surprisingly bloody action film. This'd work well as a double bill with Watchmen. Not bad, I suppose. Lots of Does It Offend You Yeah? on the soundtrack. The little girl was adorably foul mouthed as well.

Yesterday we hit the beach like a freight train, somewhere down near Mordialloc? I don't know. Either way, after all finding ourselves at Hayden and Isaac's new crib (very swish to look at, though apparently nothing works), we hooned our way down, then jumped in the water and tried to swim for a boat. Water was good, especially since it was like 40 degrees. Went hunting for some chips, ended up with fifteen dollars worth or something ridiculous. Ended up throwing tennis balls at each other in the water til it got too dark, then we saw a shooting star. Hooned our way back to Clayton (blaring Flying Lotus at full volume and screaming at pedestrians; Aiden almost gave his number to a car full of girls on a metcard), then got to the drinking of alcohol and watching of terrible 90s Julia Roberts films about her running away from moustaches.

Today, on the other hand, sucked. Meh.

Tomorrow, let's hope, will be better. First day back, 830am start... Let's just say I'm not optimistic. I'll post again Wednesday, I suppose, see how this first week goes (OH YES THREE DAY WEEK). Plus might be seeing Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (finally).



Saturday, February 18, 2012

And We're All Going Straight To Hell, Yep.

'Lo all.

I've been lazy, but as far as I know I'm still alive. Which so far is a positive.

Not many adventures to report on, sadly.

Pat's finally moved to Hawthorn properly, which is good. Took him out to Nevermind on Tuesday, and our strategy of sitting on a couch drinking dangerous amounts of beer eventually payed off for him. I'm sure the Jacinta-led cheer squad helped him out.

Puggs is back on, which is good. Played some pool at a strange Asian pool hall with Aiden, Pat and Dayno, then headed to Carlton and caught up with Harry and Charlie and the rest over many beers and Ryan Murphy covers. Unfortunately, beer is not as cheap as it used to be.

That weekend, headed back home to Sale. Not the most thrilling of visits. Had some chips and caught up with Ryan, then made a pilgrimage to the 2 Dollar shop for hilarity and nourishment (etc etc). Had a 40 song round of guitar hero at Aiden's the next night, as well.

On Wednesday, headed down to the court house and mingled with a buttload of old people, Ms Dyke, and Aiden's mum for an hour in the sunshine. Turns out jury duty is never really a sure thing, as my experience of it lasted about two minutes. We got the "please stand" and the "be seated", then the judge told us all to nick off because there was a security concern with the case. Whatever that means.

So, ultimately my quest to do my bit for my community didn't really get off the ground. Hopefully I won't get picked again for thirty years or something.

Trained it home to Hawthorn the next day with Aiden after a charming trip to Traralgon accompanied by classic Ray Charles. We didn't chuck anything out the window though. Or toss, I should say. We pretty much headed straight to Puggs, usual crowd was there, usual drink prices were not. Ryan Murphy tested out a Matt Corby cover (boring), and played Lonely Boy twice, to rapturous applause. Spent some time arguing over BRMC albums with some English guy, whose friend eventually collapsed giggling outside Incys, and didn't know where their motel was. Good deed for the day, helping them get home, I suppose.

Yesterday, went to Nevs for pool with Pat and Emily, which turned into another drinking session that I didn't need. We got free cake though. Decided to head to the third floor and say hello to Baz and Angus, who seem to be doing fine. Pat and Emily disappeared, and it ended up being Boxy, Wells, Angus, Hamish and I on the balcony shooting a laser at Xavier College. And then we had a food fight at maccas. Yep.

I don't have a lot planned for this week, but we'll see how we go. Might see what Isobelle's up to, since she's emerging from her jetlag at the moment, then it's just Claire, Gavin and Cumpster next week and my pokedex is complete.



Monday, February 6, 2012

Run DNA.

'Lo all.

Still alive.

Pretty slow week. Yep.

Went to an instore appearance by Battles at Polyester with Bec on Wednesday and picked up a signed copy of Mirrored (woah), then had a coffee or two in Thousand Pound, then headed to Emily's the next day for CREEPY AUSTRALIAN MOVIE NIGHT!

Snowtown - ****
Tried a little too hard, but then you realise it's mostly a true story. Engaging as hell, lots of messed up stuff, nice soundtrack, and it looked alright with the hipstamatic vintage filter over the entire thing. The lead was butt ugly and creepy just to look at, which worked very well. Check it out.

Beardman dropped in Thursday morning with some crockery (cheers Diana), he's doing alright, which is good, then I dashed into the city to rescue my iPod from Eureka Tower. That night was Jake's birthday pub crawl, good to catch up with a few people I hadn't seen in a while. Hit Beer Deluxe (SO GOOD), found our way to the Belgian beer place near Emily's for bucket pints. Moseyed over to Cho Gao for jugs, which were good until Kelly and I left to find Jess and a bouncer told me I had thrown something off the balcony. Weird. After a pint and a midget spotting in the Exford, we made our way back to Melbourne Central and I was refused entry. Bastards. So we spent the rest of the night in the other pub, which was alright.

Next day I headed to the Twenty20 with Simon and Josh, we had really nice seats in the member's balcony. Excruciating game to watch, especially right at the end. Caught up with Amy as well, nice to meet some more members.

Saturday was quiet, as far as I can recall.

Yesterday I was at the MCG again, this time with Aiden, and this time we only saw about ten overs before the rain started. Oh well. Felt sorry for the bikini girls in front of us, it was freezing. After waiting for almost two hours we decided to head to the pub, and after we couldn't find the Puggs in the city (yeah, Captain Cook), wound up in James Squire's. Managed to drag out Patrick and Jake, hit the Exford, and somehow got free pool almost all night. Left late, then went to Pat's new apartment, which is right next door to my old one. Weird. Met his first new roommate, who seems alright. I give him a couple of months before Pat breaks him out of his shell. Aiden crashed at mine for a whole two hours before catching the first train back to Traralgon. Painful.

Not much else occurring, really. Might head out Tuesday and Thursday, then back to Sale on the weekend. Mmrrr. Going to miss out on the St Kilda Festival, I think. Bugger.



Sunday, January 29, 2012


'Lo all.

A little bit to catch up on, I suppose.

I'm officially properly moved in now, all my stuff is out of the old place and I've handed in my key. Weird seeing my old apartment look so empty (and clean), and all Angus and I left was a sneaky jar of teabags and some old mayonnaise in the fridge. Not bad at all. There's some stuff that still needs to get fixed up here, but oh well. Comfortable.

Went to Simon's for a babysitting gig this week, which was good. Kids were fine, watched some Harry Potter and got my arse handed to me on the Wii by Lily. And of course free meals and kickarse movies, always a highlight.

Aliens - ****
It's dated a bit, but once you cut out all the dialogue it's just a straight action film, and it's awesome. A little too 80s for me, but still. Is it sacrilegious to suggest a Star Wars style remastering? Or maybe a remake that isn't an Aliens vs Predators thing? Solid film.

Romper Stomper - ****1/2
Where American History X was more of a redemption story that happened to be about neo-nazis, this is more of a love story that happened to feature neo-nazis. And it's really, really messed up. More so because you recognise bits and pieces of Footscray. Some very, very stupid characters, but the film's made so that you feel absolutely no sympathy for them. You want them to get bashed to death by a horde of angry Vietnamese guys, you want the cops to bust in and shoot them, you want everyone to die at the end. Worth seeing.

On Australia Day, headed back to the beach again with Jake, Cara, Ness and Jarrod, and got caught in the sand. Too windy. We made our way to Tom Garry's via Ness's and proceeded to get hammered with the rest of the Room 28ers. Lots of arguing about music and trying to persuade Callum not to jump out of the second floor window into the pool.

The next morning was not so much fun, especially when Jacinta ditched me at a tram stop instead of dropping me off at Richmond. Oh well. Spent the day recovering watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

Next day, up relatively early and headed into the city. Caught up with Bec over a beer at Ponyfish Island, then met up with Ellen and headed to the Forum. Got in maybe too early, it was fairly quiet until Other Places started up and scared the hell out of us. They've got some good stuff for two hipsters. Then Witch Hats, who were pretty standard 80s indie rock. No bite for all the distortion and feedback. Meh.

Battles came on after an extended intro, then went nuts. Setup was pretty incredible, so much gear for three people. Stacks of echoboxes and loop pedals and god knows what else, two keyboards and a sampler (and a really tall cowbell) for the guitarist, and John Stanier had his cymbal a billion miles over his head. Crazy stuff. And they kicked arse. Lot of stuff off the new album (duh), couple of minor technical difficulties (ie no keyboards when My Machines started up), but apart from that, woah. Their sound is just so intricate, it's hard to believe it's just three guys on stage doing it all. On the other hand it takes a long time for songs to get going, so there wasn't a lot of momentum between songs, but then you realise that's because they have to loop every riff before they get going. It was also pretty cool having the vocalists on the screens getting Persephone'd when they starting mucking around with the songs (though Gary Numan is far too old to be wearing that much makeup). Atlas was titanic (geddit), just so loud, and I liked the children's choir for the vocals. Brilliant stuff, worth catching next time they're touring.

Hit Hungry Jack's after that, mind still blown, and made my way home, Ice Cream still stuck in my head.

Today's been quiet. More Always Sunny.

Tomorrow, I tackle the washing machines. Bring it.



Saturday, January 21, 2012

The Move Again.

'Lo all.

So, exciting developments. I have a new address. I now live in a nice little shoebox a couple of blocks down the road from my old place. It's cosy, I suppose.

This week has been slow, but fairly busy. Lots of trips up and down Glenferrie rd to bring more boxes of crap in. I'm 90% moved in, which is good. Major thanks to Simon for running most of the bigger things up in his van.

Tuesday night Annie, Bernice and I hit Nevs, which was alright. Ran into Amy on her birthday, which was nice. Then last night, introduced Dayno and George to the Astor, which seems to have blown them away. Caught the first Back to the Future (still good) and Jurassic Park (WOOOAAAAHHHH this film NEEDS to be seen on the big screen with a kickarse sound system). Then a mad dash into the city, we went out separate ways, and I walked in on a game of shot chess between Bec and her debater friends.

Rocked up too late for the party, but it was cool just to chill and get hammered. Didn't sleep particularly well. Better than the last visit though. And there was no confusion about cubes and spheres this time.

This morning I crawled out onto a tram, then train, then another train and a tram. Mmmrr. Still. New place is pretty much set up, just need a turntable and a bathmat. And a new lightbulb, since one of the lights in the ceiling is completely missing. Plus I have to move the old desktop in and sort out internet, I'm posting this from the phone internet which has not been particularly friendly. In fact, the phone coverage here is double butt. No good at all.

Tonight I had a few drinks in St Kilda with Emily and Tom, and had a long walk on the beach. Far, far too many syringe jokes.

Tomorrow is sleep, then Monday is business, gotta get this light maintenance form in and get some reliable internet. Then clean out the old apartment and get my bond back. Oh yeah.



Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Flying Lotus.

'Lo everyone.

So. Lots of adventures to write about. Well. Two or three. Um. Yeah.

Where we left off. Last Saturday, headed to Brunswick st for a catchup beer or ten with Emily, just pubhopping, ending up in Bimbos with delicious cheap pizza. Met up with Bec back in the city, then found Loretta and Jeremy and headed to the HiFi.

The support acts were fairly samey, nothing mindblowing, except for the volume. Not that they didn't do some impressive stuff, but most people seemed to be waiting for the main event. Meh.

Flying Lotus was easily the best thing I've seen this year (hurr hurr hurr, he writes a week in). Some fantastic stuff, I did enjoy him dropping in the first verse of Yonkers, funny hearing all the hipsters shouting about Triceratops. In the second half of his set he let loose, oh my god hearing stuff like GNG BNG that loooud... brilliant. And then just two bars of the drums from Portishead's Machine Gun (I practically died), the chorus from Idioteque by Radiohead (!), then bam, Do The Astral Plane, manipulated and messed around and played loud as hell. He seemed to be enjoying the entire thing as well, crowd going nuts, huge cheesy grin on his face the entire time. Awesome, just awesome, and I'm that keen to see him again.

After that, a bit of gloating, then crashed at Bec's after chatting to Loretta til dawn (oops). May have overslept somewhat and then had to sneak out after running into Ellen. Meh.

Didn't do much for a couple of days, then caught up with Aiden in the city over a fancy beer at Fed Square, dropped in on Shona and Emily to drop off a book, then got an invite to a gathering in Boronia with some of the Puggs crowd. Not a bad evening, watched some Adventure Time (which drove the girls nuts as it didn't make sense) and Dodgeball, played some drinking games, argued music, and yes, Aiden, I may have spilled a drink or two, you bastard.

This morning was pretty painful, as Jacinta had work at like 9 so we all got kicked out before then. I have not been awake this early for a while. Nice and refreshing rain outside that saturated us in two minutes as well. Made it home to Glenferrie and crashed for a couple of hours after hotcakes and hot showers.

Got a text from Denny so this afternoon I headed all the way out to Footscray to check out his new digs with Kelly. Nice place they've got, little tricky to find. They need to invest in a couch and a microwave though. Still, they have the essentials (the PS3 and a goldfish bowl) set up. They seem happy, which is good. On my way home dropped in on Bec at work and got laughed at. Hurm.

Tonight's been nice and quiet. Yep.

This week I want to head out and see a few things, then oh god paying a billion dollars for my new apartment, then bam, moving in. Which will be fun. I should probably start packing some stuff up... or something. Meh. There isn't much stuff. Might just have to make a couple of trips, that's all. Or chuck it in Simon's van? We'll see.

Oh well.



Friday, January 6, 2012

One Armed Scissor.

'Lo everyone.

Alright, first post for the year. Apologies for it not being as exciting as last years, what with the whole Falls wrap up, but I have had a lot of adventures, in my defence.

So, new years eve this year was a very, very quiet affair compared to last year. Lot of sitting around drinking very heavily (so heavily that about half the people puked, and one poor bastard has to sit out til the countdown). We did take Isaac's little blowup raft out for a spin ("by the end of it they'll have five people on it" we managed to get to four), and shaved almost every sparkler in Sale to make a very bright sparkler bomb out of a Pringles can.

Still, no one drowned, we caught the countdown on triple j, and in the morning despite some heavy hangovers and more puking we all made it home alright.

Spent the rest of the afternoon recovering, much to Fraser's disgust, as he needed a taxi. On my last night, we headed to Sam's for beer pong and pizza.

First movie for the year!

Predators - ***
Yeah, pretty Rodriguez-y, lots of blood, twists, Danny Trejo, etc etc. Lots of homages to the original as well, which was nice. Didn't like the needless romantic bits, this is an action film, dammit. Oh well. Anyway, a good drunken popcorn action film, worth seeing if you liked the original.

Next morning, again, bit of a hangover since it was like a billion degrees overnight, then home and onto the afternoon train, conveniently missing all the siblings.

Unfortunately, the train was packed, and the air conditioning was out. All the people from Bairnsdale were either shirtless or dying. This lasted until Traralgon, which felt like an hour's trip, and then they made everyone get off and take the bus because it was "not safe". To be fair, there was sweat beading on my arms after about ten minutes, which was not particularly pleasant. Well done Vline, making us rural Victorians proud (and giving us a sauna).

So, home again, met up with Aiden and Emily in St Kilda for a few drinks at the Espy and watched the sunset (Lion King style, not even kidding), then Aiden and I headed to a new pub, the Roxanne Parlour. Nice place, could be a regular bar with a stage if they had more tables, a little tricky to get to though.

So, we waited around a bit, surveying the crowd of hipsters. And there were a lot of hipsters, including king hipster with his waist length hair, champion's moustache, and leopard print jacket. Relatively cheap beer, too.

Missed the first band, then there was The Death Set, who did Sleigh Bells style punk riffs to a backing track. And they were awesome, that sort of slacker-punk that hipsters do these days. Not angry, just sleazy. The crowd got into it, and I may have jumped into the pit. Singer got crowdsurfed (an achievement for such a tiny venue), and at one stage they convinced the entire crowd to crouch on the ground, then spring back up. Good stuff, worth seeing.

After that, more drinking, then French Horn Rebellion. This is the band that sold Aiden, I think. They did the whole 80s-synths Cut/Copy/Miami Horror/Bag Raiders thing, but on occasion the lead singer pulled a french horn out of nowhere and played a solo, including one from in the crowd. How cool. Aiden went nuts, of course. He later bought their shirt of the lead singer, got it signed by him as well. Brilliant.

Found myself at the front for Unknown Mortal Orchestra once again, this time next to a rabid fan trying to encourage her reluctant boyfriend to come closer, and some very drunk girls who seemed to have no idea where they were. They put on a good set, this time with a drummer who didn't look like a lost twelve year old and could play a surprisingly good solo. The sound wasn't amazing though, even up the front, which Ruban, he of the throat tattoo, was continually apologising for. Having listened to their album a few times now, I still reckon they sound better live; they lose that weird not-sixties sheen, and the crazy layers, but they turn into a Tame Impala-y rock band instead, which to be honest I prefer.

Stumbled home after this, Aiden crashed in Woosh's room after we hung out with a drunk and pukey Angus and his mates for a bit. This did not end well for my bathroom.

Headed back into the city and caught most of the Vasco Era's free set at the Worker's after sleeping in almost too late, then Aiden and I grabbed a cheeky afternoon beer and I somehow found myself in a JB Hifi. Terrible.

Didn't get up to much yesterday apart from making Angus clean my bathroom. Yeah. Also had a go at cooking kofta balls. Not a bad experiment, really, next time they'll be fried for less time and will have a lot more spiciness though. Bring it, you krishna swine.

Today, helped Angus move all of his crap out of 102, up to a very swish third floor two bedroom apartment. He has an awful lot of stuff though, and we're still not done. He's still got a fridge, two bikes, and a tyre lying around here. It's a nice place though, he and Baz have done well for themselves, and I look forward to beers and chills up there this year.

Suddenly, tonight I got a frantic call from Bec. "OMG FLYING LOTUS IS PLAYING TOMORROW!!!!!!" Got tickets without a second thought, and gloated to the necessary parties. Very lucky, this is what I get for not reading the street press for a week or two, I miss out on things. Oh well. I'm sort of glad I got tickets for this instead of Justice, though I did get a distortiony phone call from Isaac (cheers man).

So, tomorrow, FlyLo at 2am, I believe I'll be hammered as hell, and it will be glorious. Then I dunno what happens for the rest of the week. Meh. See how we go.