Corruption or Reason

It felt like a day that reminded of me the worth of being alive. Going out for curry with Rae, Kris, Gemma and Ash (all of whom couldn't finish their plates...)
So, since we had to obey the Kirae house rules of no drinks after bedtime, Gem and I drove to one of the most opulent mansions I've ever been in. It had French Louis XIV style gilded mirrors, statues of cherubs lining ornate mantlepieces, grand pianos, four-poster beds and for some reason a really shithouse computer. (Rich people have more money than sense) After watching the unbelievably piss-funny hyper-observational humor of Carl Barron, we retired to a grandiose turkish-style bed, draped in huge, soft cushions. It was insane. But comfy as. Such a mint house...

Also, I finally purchased a copy of Science and Sanity after looking for it for so long. I plan to read it again over summer like last time and gain even more insight into GS and how to apply it.

For example:
Intensional definition: needs moar = construct additional pylons!
Extensional definition: needs moar = Open your NetBank. Look at the CR column. The gap between that amount and a car could be considered a definition of the above term.

To my American friends: I implore you to use the new word I created in lieu of "cockblocking." I now use the word "lunchcutsmanship" instead. (e.g. "That was a fine display of lunchcutsmanship")

Actual News

Well, the one event that's still on my lips after almost a week of it having occurred was winning $250 at my local pub trivia night. If you want to play a little Jeopardy, here's the answers: Althorpe Park, Najaf and Glandular Fever. Which lead me to my next not-so-debilitating dilemma - what to spend it on? Obviously it was going straight to the US and A fund, but a nice something to celebrate the chance of the win (as opposed to the "skill") was in order. Thanks to Shai, he alerted me that Readings, a local bookstore has hard-cover copies of my beloved Science and Sanity for sale at reasonable prices, unlike the tear-inducing exchange rate. (61AUc = $1USD, natch.) I have to go to work tomorrow. Isn't playing the work-for-money game just so damned fun?

Although, I do have to give credit to my tutor for shouting our class two rounds of tequila shots. That was awesome. Especially showing up half-pissed to the Buzz Birthday dinner. That was also cool. I guess last Thursday was just an all-round party for me...

In Defence of Capitalism

First Strike:
Boss: "I hate darning clothes."
Me: "So would I, if I lived in the nineteenth century."
B: "Why, what do you do with your clothes when they get torn?"
Me: "I buy new ones? Mass production for the win!"

Secondary Effects:
Nat: "When guys buy me drinks, they expect something in return."
Me: "I say you should welcome them to poon capitalism. They expect poon socialism but that's just not happening. Not now, not ever."

Oh, and my theory on the correlation between the quality of Celtic style music and the distance between the place of production and Ireland has been validated once again by the haunting, yet exquisitely crafted Slania by SWISS metallers Eluveitie.

My Old Shows #1 - Split Infinities

When I was younger, I had many ideas for shitty shows. Here is the first in a line of shows that I present to you, the blogtastic public. Please don't say it sounds like "Sliding Doors" or I will cut you, cut you good.

Title: Split Infinities
Status: Treatment stage
Completion: Probably never
Synopsis:

Imagine if you made a decision that affected the rest of your life? What about one that affected the next half an hour? Split Infinities explores the funny and remarkable side of everyday decisions – do I go to work or stay at home? Go to a wild party or a quiet night at the pub? Take your mother’s or girlfriend’s side in a family argument?

Endless possibilities are thrown up and played out by hapless and mostly cynical university graduate, David, who is earning a PhD in a field his tutors think is preposterous (but haven’t the heart to tell him) that makes his decision based on an issue, problem or simple daily choice. Set in a suburban town adjacent to a cosmopolitan city, it will explore modern, young people in an increasingly twisted and sarcastic world of their own creation. Typically, two scenarios will be presented in each episode and will look at how his decision affects his world around him. Alternate history plays a large part in Split Infinities, as observational and incisive references to popular culture and world events are also presented in a “what if” fashion in an alternate timeline. The narrative will be non-linear, showing the immediate ending first and replaying his original decisions’ timeline contrasted with a different scenario. The truth of the matter is that sometimes there just is no right decision.

Main supporting characters will be drawn from his eccentric friends including a headstrong ex-girlfriend that moves on in word but not quite in deed, his best school chum with a delicate handle on reality and Tom, a vagabond scriptwriter will play as a slightly exaggerated caricature of the writer of this show, to add realism and to break the fourth wall in a quirky fashion.

An Open Letter to The United States of America

Dear President Bush, "Shadow" President Cheney, Members of the House, Senators, the General Electric Company, the seven million people who work at Starbucks (probably);

After viewing your "adaptation" of our beloved and multi-award winning reflection on the very unique - quite frankly, inimitable - Australian bogan culture Kath and Kim, the people of Australia would like to issue this response.

EVER
AGAIN

Eventful

I had an eventful weekend that saw me interacting with human people. Here's a rundown:

1. Friday nite at Rae's - always fun. I watched the most insane anime I've ever seen. Half self-reflexive parody and half-"nonsense" style sitcom (think Stephen Chow) that features a rag-tag band of pint-sized yet supaa kawaii alien invaders attempt to take over the planet...when they're not running into mischief and making Gundam models. Kris' new computer was very, very drool worthy. Thanks to Dean for reminding me about the new Cynic album...it's brilliant.

2. A weird night at Hill and Boya's birthday. Lots of drinking and smoking to be had, but some very intense conversations ensued. It felt like I was in a Tarantino film.

I remember having some fantastic philosophical thought on the weekend, but forgot the point of it. I think it was something to do with not sleeping with the town bike and if that makes you unpopular yet unique, but if it had any mention of that in it, its doubtful that I had anything meaningful to say.

Oh, and the ending credits to "Keroro Gunsou" is, like, the funkiest shit ever!

Bring Me the Horizon

Crushtor's Interview with Winston from Parkway Drive - QUICK STATS

1 time - Forgot the interview was on
3 times - Quoted the wrong "current album"
2 minutes - spent fumbling around with notepads to make myself look busy
4 minutes - spent waffling on to make up questions I hadn't actually written
4 bands - mentioned other than his own
5 websites - looked at during the interview to familiarize myself with the band
7 minutes - worth of talking about Dragonforce
ZERO - working microphones (backup mic on my MP3 player ftw)
31 minutes - total time spent having a fucking amazing talk with a really cool bloke.

HATERS BE DAMNED!

960 words to go...

Colored by Booze

"I'm so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Won't you show me that you really care?"
- Traveling Wilburys - Handle With Care

"LOL No"
- Me

Incident the First:

EXT - NIGHT - OUTSIDE SWANSTON ST MCDONALDS
TOM, NAT and her friends ADAM and SAM are quoting internet memes rather audibly as they walk towards the HI-FI BAR. NAT sees another group of friends and stops to say hello. TOM begins to agitate GOOFY HAIR BLOKE.

GOOFY HAIR BLOKE
Hey guys.

NAT
Hey, hows it going!

ADAM
YOU CAN FUCK MY WIFE!

TOM
(to GHB)
What are you looking at and shit?

GHB:
(startled)
What?

TOM:
You heard me. Stop looking at me and shit, I'm just walking here and having a good time and shit and you keep looking at me. What kind of poofter shit is this?

ALL:
LOL

GHB and company walk away.

TOM:
Fuckin' oath you keep walking.

Incident the Second:

EXT - NIGHT - CNR SWANSTON AND COLLINS STS
Proceeding from the McDonalds, the group continue their journey unabated. TOM spots a COUPLE making out.

TOM
(sarcastic)
Why don't you get a room and shit?

GIRL
(disengages from boyfriend)
laughs hysterically

ALL
LOL

Berserkerfox performed brilliantly again last night. If they aren't signed on the merits of their performances alone, then the recording industry can just piss off. I sincerely hope Rock Hard Entertainment's new show gets off the ground. Andrew and Sarah are cool guys and doesn't afraid of anything

Cease and Desist

Subject: Cease and Desist
To: Trivium (who are we kidding, just Matt Heafy)
From: Iron Maiden Holdings, LLC.

The partnership and board and band members of Iron Maiden Holdings, LLC wish to inform Matthew to cease and desist from all performances, both public and private, of Iron Maiden's FUCKING SIGNATURE TUNE, Iron Maiden. We would also like to take this opportunity to remind Mr. Heafy that his phonological resemblance to James Hetfield does not make him Mr. Hetfield himself, therefore making any claims to legitimately perform the aforementioned song forfeit. Very, VERY forfeit.

P.S: When you get a chance, please tell Killswitch Engage to stop covering Holy Diver. They literally made Ronnie James Dio cry.

Somnorexia

Somnorexia is defined by the good folks at TIME Magazine as "the voluntary deprivation of sleep" to work, talk to people online in other countries (in my case, the coolest bitch ichiban - everyone else can GTFO) or play shitty games. However, as my mask of sanity recedes into the night and the morning beckons me to toil, my mind plays tricks on me; from the moment I rise to about lunchtime I repeat words in my head with semi-regularity and start to remember times long forgotten. I sometimes even start to miss people. What's with that? I mean, for a guy that merely feels fear and the absence thereof, you really gotta start to wonder. That's about as deep as I go. No, really.

Also: you start to feel heaps less cooler when your own mother has to remind you that you have one more week of uni holidays.