I like it when I go to my mums for the holidays and a wireless connection is in the air for the taking. Without further ado, here are some links for the week!




How good is this guy? I love that the beat actually cooks.



This show is just insane. It's like Wonder Showzen for kids. When I have children, I want them to watch this. It's like a super fun time psychedellic school of insanity. Dancing monsters and freaky songs, Biz'z beat of the day.. it's just nuts. Kids who watch this will be cool kids.




How delightful is this photo! My life gets a little better just from looking at it. Here's the link to the music of the girl on said photo! http://japundit.com/archives/2007/12/29/7611/




This Adult Swim style of absurdist humor really melts my brain. It's like the new evolution of inanity. I don't know how much I can take, but what I can I love.




I want one of these so bad that it hurts. It's made by the man who made the Electroplankton musical game on the Nintendo DS. This is simply the best toy ever made. (Apart from remote control helicopters). (One day, when I have money, lots of disposable money, I will buy this thing.. it's $1200!!). Just watch it in motion! Or Read More about it.

Video 1
Video 2
Video 3




A screengrab of Gods inbox.




Lastly, this is spectacular. Close up pictures of iris's removed from their subject. Each one a different universe.

i saw Rachel, we spent all day smoking joints and giggling, we stole her housemates car to get some more but i couldn't drive manual. We stalled the car on the highway and freaked out, we ended up having to walk to a bar and find someone to drive us home. I also got lots of massages from an awesome eight year old girl called Star (but she says her name is Fang) i bribed her with piggybacks. Megs and i went on a three hour mountain drive singing with sublime on repeat. It's been a lot of fun. I'm back at my mums now and everything is mellow but it's kinda weird hanging out here, back in my old room, es extranio..

Christmas *is* funny, my mum got all huffy at me because i wasnt into doing her religious rites (candle burning and sing songing at midnight on christmas eve), i just wasnt into it, and she got mad at me for going with my friends for christmas day instead of with her and her boyfriend, but id rather be with my friends than her boyfriends family! but i dont think she understands that. Anyway it was awesome i spent the day at austins, we had hash turkey injected with hash and hash stuffing, hash butter and hash garlic, hash cookies and brownies and fine wine, everyone got very high and had a great time, we danced to parliament, told crazy old stories, austin dressed as a santa claus and came out with a big sack ringing a bell then had each one of us sit on his lap and get a present. I got a bunch of flashing lights and toys and pens that turn into toys and a girls 'my secret diary'! (i was really happy with my presents!), my friend stewart came back from new york and gave me a wicked vintage shirt. (see pics attached) Our friend Zainatron (austins gf) gave everyone 'I Heart Zainatron' t shirts. We finished the night playing poker and watching Narnia, i got soo into narnia, which is sad cuz i know its a bad movie, but the pot must have helped, i found my imagination again.. Ugh.. but i ate SO much, today I had Pablova for breakfast.

A year ends another begins, things continue to change and stay the same.

I've done a lot of cool stuff in the last year, I am pre empting this column so I can add more achievements as they occur to me.

Achievements for the year:

• Quit my soul destroying job at Virgin
  
• Left Summer Hill House
• Worked as Consuela, Jeff + Dennis's Mexican Maid
• Got with Alix
• Mixed some tracks and Dj'd at a couple of Parties
  
• Made friends with Byron and Kelly
  
• Got into a fight in Sydney at a Ghetto Pussy gig
• Moved to Melbourne
• Met new friends, or better - family
  
• To a house with chickens a and a vegie patch
  
• Into a beautiful big room with a fireplace
• In a an inviting cultural friendly city
• Where I can ride around in my bike.
  
• I attended regular Yoga classes
  
• Quit some lifetime negative habits
• Found $3000 in my bank account
• Saw Herbie Hancock for free!
  
• Met and asked a girl out
  
• Got a Ball Chair
• Rescued a rooster
  
• Made lots of new and super amazing friends
• Paid my debt to Silvia
• Got a job that I don't hate
• Started eating healthily
• Went swimming in rivers
• Ate delicious cheeses
• Cooked Mexican food
  
• Took a business course and found a Mentor
• Started a new Blog
• Had all my stuff stolen
• Got over it
• Purchased a Macbook
• And an Ipod Nano
• And thus turned my train rides into educational podcast sessions.
• I Performed in a Burlesque show
• Attended parties in warehouses, bollywood parties, jazz parties, under the bridge parties.
  
• Austin and I went to the snow
• Our house had a huge Barrio Fiesta style party
• And a Party month
• With a 30 days of lucky dips and balloons
• We took Gino's our italian diner, on the road
  
• I met Steve, Aka Mc Purple Duck
• We got into pickup artistry for a fortnight
• For a while there lots of girls liked us
• But we settled on one
  
• We saw Zappa plays Zappa (And got into Zappa)
• I saw Fishbone live in Sydney, they were amazing
• The Presidents too
  
• Watched the Simpsons Movie
• Started regular guitar lessons
• Rachel got back, and was pregnant
  

What an awesome year! Thank you everything!!!!

My goals for next year are pretty basic.

• Play Guitar
• Eat Well
• Save Money
• Sleep Well
• Play Guitar
• RECORD A MESA COSA EP
• Ask for a Raise
• Play Guitar
• Get a Business Concept/Idea Sorted
• Be Happy
• Eat Well
• Sleep Properly
• Drink More Water

And keep on meeting wonderful people, keep my head above the water, work, make music, relax and enjoy!

The Da Vinci Code is the worst book EVER.

Some words to describe it: Childish, Arrogant, Meandering, Predictable, Sensationalist, False, Weak, Embarrassing.

Here is a paragraph from the end of the book to help illustrate my point:

"'This is superb news' The Teacher told him, 'I am only sorry you had to be in captivity so long'

'Physical discomfort has no meaning. The important thing is that the keystone is ours.' Silas replied.

'Yes. I need it delivered to me at once. Time is of the essence.'

Silas was eager to meet the Teacher face-to-face at last. 'Yes, sir, I would be honoured.' "

How many cliches can you fit into one paragraph?

'Children your assignment is to write a fiction thriller by Friday morning"

No wonder it was so popular.

After reading the book through, hey I had nothing to do in a long train ride, I got home and axed it, Burnt it, Yelled at it and Pissed on it.

Names:

Pablo
Pabalo
Pepi
Pibs
P-Diddy
Pablito
Pablitus
Pablooska
Pablino
Pablocity
Pabloloco
Pabs
Pabby
Pabslo
Pabo
P-Lo
Pebbles
Paglo
Paglio
Pagblo
Pagdog
Pabsmear
Mr.P
Argentinian
Australopitecus
Willow
Moneybags
Scablo
Pablova
Enano
Mexican

I have a Ball Chair.

I kept on telling my boss 'I want a Ball Chair, I want a Ball Chair!'.

Some guy got a broken one (it had a small crack) from us, 'We can't have that! Return it at once for a full refund' I said. In hope. But he didn't.

Finally last week, my boss said 'We have a Ball Chair for you!'. 'Yay!' I danced with joy.

So I now have a Ball Chair.

"The Ball Chair - or Globe Chair as it's called sometimes - was designed by using one of the most simple geometric forms - the ball. Cutting of a part and fixing it at one point Eero Aarnio comes to a remarkable result - a completely unconventional shaped chair:

A Ball Chair is a "room within a room" with a cozy and calm athmosphere, protecting outside noises and giving a private space for relaxing or having a phonecall. Turning around its own axis on the base the view to the outer space is variable for the user and thus he is not completely excluded from world outside.

The Vitra Design Museum notes in his brochure on the Ball Chair miniature: "It is something between a piece of furniture and a piece of architecture and at the same time embodies both the mobile and the established, the fixed.""

It was a pain getting it in my room, but it's the best. Steve called it 'A new universe in comfort'. Pixie said it was 'the best thing to happen in your life'. Caroline wouldn't get out of it and I'm doing my work from inside the Ball Chair.

Ball Chair, Ball Chair, Ball Chair.

I covered the Ball Chair in colored post its, green, pink and blue. Now the Ball Chair looks furry or feathered. Like the ancient and all powerful Aztec God Quetzalcoatl.

I had to choose which music to play during the day in relation to the Ball Chair. I chose the retro psychedellia of Kula Shaker. All my decisions are now in regards to their harmony with my shiny new Ball Chair.


Ben is talking about the end of the world, but that's OK because I have a Ball Chair.

Today at my mentor meeting, (Fyi: I do a business mentoring thing, my mentor is Alex and he's a wise old man who flies planes and runs an import business), (He also reminds me a LOT of my Grandfather in Mexico) (Is it acceptable english to have two comments in parentheses one after the other?) (I better stop), and my mentor said that two good conversation starter style questions are.

• What movie changed your life?
• What are you really looking forward to?

So the second is easy: LOTS of things. Travel, music, people, chance.

The first, well, not as much. But I realized a movie that really changed my life was Terminator 2.

Don't laugh! It really did. It changed the way I looked at a lot of things.

• It was the first movie I snuck out of my friends parents cupboard to watch, I remember the feeling of naughtyness and contentment at watching this film, I still relish that feeling of being naughty.
• It introduced me to John Connor. I wanted to be John Connor so bad. I got into Guns'n'Roses because of this movie. I also started wearing cool jackets that were too big for me, and decided to become more independent. I'd go skating down to the arcade on my own and so on. (I was 8, in Mexico City)
• It opened my mind up to ideas of time travel and changing futures. This movie helped keep open the momentum of a wondrous mind in all things sci fi.
• It introduced throughts of theological and spiritual consequence to me, 'No fate but what we make for ourselves' (I was 8).
• I remember watching the doctors in the movie not believing a word Sarah Connor had to say. It made me so angry! She was so passionate! They had the photos! Why wouldn't their closed minds listen?!
• I swore to myself I would always keep my mind open and if when I was older some lady screamed at me about time travel and robots, I would listen. To this day I maintain a mind just as open.
• It made me wary of authority, of blind allegiance, of computer controlled and dominated governments. It fed my us vs the elusive 'they' mentality, which I had so much fun with during my teens (and today).
• It presented a strong woman lead character, with a passion and love and drive.
  
• It made me realize I could pick locks with a paper clip (it's hard but you can)
• It had Mexicans with big guns in underground bunkers.
• I was hitchhiking through the Australian desert with my best friend Rachel. We were on the bus bored and she turned to me and asked, 'What's your favorite movies of all time?'. I looked back at her 'Aliens, and Terminator 2'. I braced for a laugh, but she said 'Really?! Me too!' and began quoting the film. We'd been best friends for years and hadn't known this about each other!

What more could a movie do?!

I remember getting an email from Rachel, I'll dig it up..

"Well what fun!
Today I read a 300 page book on the Holocaust. Oh how I laughed. It sounded like a lot of fun. Who ever knew the Germans had such a sense of humour!?
Then I read the short history of my grandads fight at sea during the second world war. Man was HE having fun! HOO HOO!
THen I watched the opening of Saving Private Ryan, y'know, just for a laugh of course.
THen I turned on the news and that jolly old joker georgie was hittin hard with the one liners, y'know, the sort that makes your sides ache with laughter and milk come out your nose. I'm telling you, he's the next Sienfeld.

But then I say something that really bugged me. Alien Resurrection.
The soundtrack is so fucking star treck. The Aliens roar like lions.
LIONS. THis is outer space, not outer Kenya. The Aliens drip like they've been doused with KY jelly by that Elvis chopper that comes in for all the bushfires. I mean thats just fucked. By itself, the movies not so bad, but this is sacred heritage. You can't fuck with it.
The movie, as a sequel to one of the greatest flicks of all times, is an abomination and a disgrace and it really pisses me off.
I am NEVER NEVER going to watch terminator 3.
NEVER."

.

I love Rachel.

And I Love Terminator 2.

This weekend went by quick, and I'm writing about it because so much happened and I want to remember it!

On Friday night I went to see 'Zappa Plays Zappa' at the Hamer Hall in Melbourne. It was phenomenal. If you don't know what it is, it's Dweezil Zappa playing Franks music with some of the original band members. At one point they actually played 'with' Zappa by having him displayed on a big screen playing the solos and singing while they performed the backups. They also had Ray White and Steve Vai onstage. Truly it was a magnificent display of musical virtuosity and passion. Note perfect. They got the audience members to throw words on stage 'Insemination', "Woozle Wazzle', 'Meat Pies!'. Then used these words to string together a song about a man who practices insemination by putting his woozle wazzle into meat pies. The song was in the spirit of Frank and not only that, it was a great song that made the crowd laugh and weep in awe on realizing how a silly topic can still be converted into a magnificent gospel song that moves the entire audience.

There was over 50 minutes of solos and not once did it get boring. Steve was in awe, I was in rapture. The show was amazing. 5/5 Stars.

.... So the next day I had a jam with a couple of dudes who I'd been intending on jamming with for a while. Well it's hard to explain this but.. the jam was excellent, it was really good rockin out.. but.. it.. just didnt have anything for me. I dont know if the gig the night before made me realize how silly we sounded rocking out on A and Em or just how predictable it all was.. it was a good rock out.. but.. the whole scene, of packing gear, rehearsing, other dudes rehearsing in other rooms.. the metal band, the funk band.. us.. I'm just, so OVER IT. I don't think I want to be in a band again.. and I don't want to be mediocre... and a band that rocks out really good, for the most part, is still mediocre. I want to do something new, and original and my own. I think I'm going to do my own thing from now on. I feel like throwing my amp in the bin. (!)

That night Steve and I played a bit of the Wii, Mario Galaxy (awesome) & The Simpsons Game (crappy but a fun experience worth playing). Julian came over, Milo and Caroline too. Then they wrestled and Caroline threw Steve down the stairs, jumped on him and tried to gouge his eyes out. Steve threw her off and admitted defeat, then everyone wrestled some more.

I realized this week that my favorite people tend to be loud and obnoxious. With a really good heart.

Zoe slept over, we lay around all morning, we're always late to whatever we have planned when we sleep over at each others. She had stuff to do at her school so I went to the river with Caroline and Milo and Z and Indigo to swim and eat ice cream.

Oh, and we got a new housemate. His name is Tarquin and he's a band dude, he's nice, tho a little aloof, but it's all good and his girlfriend is awesome.

The end.

Steve and I were on Channel 7 news last night!

We had planned a day of videogames but Steve wanted to help out Zane at the polling booth for the election. Zane was running as the hip hop candidate for the Socialist Alliance.

I dropped by to say hi, and they handed me a ultra day glo green t-shirt which said 'Vote For Zane' on it. I wore it and handed out flyers for fun. We sung up raps about Zane "All the rest are all the same! Use your brain, Vote for Zane!" etc.

A quizzical newswoman with cameraman in tow asked us what we were about and if she could film us. We were by far her most entertaining interview, Zane had a flag of Venenzuela on his head, Steve was singing Frank Sinatra at the time.

They interviewed, Steve and I beatboxed, Zane rapped.

Today my boss tells me he saw me on television last night. Too bad I missed it.
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I worked from home today.

I didn't feel too good so I called in and said I'd work online. Zoe gave me a back massage as I drank tea and ate muesli. I listened to Janes Addiction and Sublime. Steve played video games next to me.. all while I was at work.

It was like a dream come true.
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My boss lent me his Wii. It's a cool machine. Metroid is amazing. Wii sports is a lot of fun. I rate it because even people who are staunchly against video games find it entertaining and want to have a go. It connects rather than divides.
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As I said in a prev post. I have a new Blog.

"A Catalogue of Coincidences".

Check it out. You can even subscribe to an RSS feed!

Finally, a job I'm good at.

HI!

I have a new Blog!

'A Catalogue of Coincidences'

This blog will continue of course, the other has a specific end.

http://pibulus.wordpress.com/

I haven't posted for AGES.

I know.

Its been busy.

REALLY Busy.

Ive gone from sitting around at home, drinking tea, staring at the sky and strumming off chords on my guitar, to waking at seven, administering an office, doing a business course, yoga, mentoring and a bunch of other busy busy stuff.

I will try to update this as soon as possible. (Theres lots to tell!).

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** IMPORTANT FAVORITE COLOR CHANGE NEWS **

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Dear Reader,

As you already may or may not know, throughout my whole entire life. the color Purple has been my favorite color.

However, this now no longer the case.

Alas, yesterday amongst moments of ecstatic revelation through yoga, I realized, that this fundamental core of my being had changed. And that much like the cathartic realization of love, or the fresh autumn wind under the sun, or even the soft caress of a child's bottom on a radiant morning face.. I had been oblivious to something that had been right in front of my eyes this whole time.

..that Purple was no longer my favorite color and I had a new favorite color.

A color combination in fact.

Two new favorite colors!..

Ladies and gentlemen.. without further ado, my two new favorite colors are..

TURQUOISE

And ..

RUST ORANGE

If you are wondering, which I would choose of the two, it would be Turquoise, but its the combination that really does it for me. However, if you are ever in need to choose just one favorite color to apply to me, I would recommend Turquoise.

Please make note of these changes. If you have any further questions please don't hesitate to contact me privately at pibulus@gmail.com.


Warm Regards,

Pablo A Murdoch-Alvarado


P.S - Maybe YOU could find a new favorite color too??!!

I am very happy about today. So many amazing things happened.

Zoe came back from her trip, we spent all day in bed together. Spending a day in bed snuggling with a girl is one of those daydream scenarios that you wish for every second day. It was delicious. We lay around, giggled and so on.

A lesson in being the master of your reality :

A few weeks back I went for a job at the Post Office, I got it, but I didn't like it. So I quit. Quitting meant risking my fortnightly social security payments (i.e a way to pay the rent), as well as upsetting some people and potentially annoying the employment agency that got me the job.

However, I didn't like the job so I quit it.

The job agency wanted me to do an exit interview. The lady (Cheryle) and I, spoke for a while. Why did I quit, what did I like to do, etc etc? She asked.

I told her I was leaving to do a business course.

"Hmm.. it's too bad you're doing this course because I'd have the perfect job for you otherwise" She said, piquing my interest.
"Go on.." I hesitantly replied.
"It's office admin role for an online import company.. they need someone to look after websales and their internet portal"

It was my dream job. But full time... I can't live with full time!

"Just see what it's like" She said.

So I did, I went to the interview, did all the tests, even taught myself Excel in one day. The guys really liked me, and I liked them too, but they could see my hesitation towards the hours. I left the interview thinking I'd flunked it.

Today I got a call,

"Hello Pablo. We've just called to advice that unfortunately you were unsuccessful for the position you applied for, we decided you weren't entirely suitable for the role.

However, we do have an alternative part time opening that we need to fill. It's the same job but less hours. Do you think you would be interested?"

"WOULD I!"

Wow, these guys were offering the hours I was originally after.

I like that I went without knowing why exactly, to check it out, and remained honest to myself and to others and that it all worked out.

It reminds me of the time I talked to God in the mountains of Mexico. At the end of our talk I asked him if there was anything I needed to do in this life or in particular, and he said..

"You just do what you think is right, and let me take care of the rest."

So far so true. :)

Amen.
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Cool things about today.

Got the hours I wanted for the job. Amazing mentors in course. One is wise like my grandfather. Spent all day in bed with Zoe. All of us wagged school (Ben, Megs, Z and Me). Bought ticks to Syd. Changed one without a problem. Jesse gave me a birthday muffin. Seeing Rachel on Sunday. Have a drummer to jam with.

6:16 PM me: my browser likes to crash

are u still there?
RACHEL!

6:17 PM Pickle:PABLOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

no...it was my computer

switched itself off

face book is dumb!

but you can find people!

me: face book is SO dumb

Pickle: who are dumb@!

me: but you can find people

i dont know how tho

i just put myself there so people can find me

BUT I HATE ALL THE VAMPIRE - STAR WARS - FACE WALL -SUPER WALL - POKE REQUEST

FUCK OFF FACEBOOK

6:18 PM FUCK YOU

Pickle: I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me: Humph

Pickle: you've been bitten!

me: it makes me ANGRY

Pickle: take the likeness test!

me: I DONT WANT TO BE BITTEN

Pickle: throw the potatoe its hot!

here is a fish!

me: I DONT WANT TO BE GROSSED OUT

Pickle: you've been poked!

me: RECEIVE A FUCKING FISH TANK

Pickle: want to send a present!?

me: IT MAKES ME SOOO ANGRY RACHEL

Pickle: NO!!!! FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!

yeah...me too...good.

me: I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT THROWING MY LAPTOP OUT THE WINDOW

IM ALL WORKED UP

Pickle: hahaha

me: FUCK YOU FACEBOOK

6:19 PM (But! you can find people!)

Pickle: yeah...I've found people I haven't seen for 10 years

my best friend from YEAR ONE

my childhood Next door neighbour.

Pickle: oh man...people are putting photos of me on my thing...DUMB photos...how the fuck dare they!!?

6:21 PM hey...I have to get off the computer

me: myspace is so much better

Pickle: I promise I will get to Melbs ASAP

me: but it has that teenie stigma attached

Pickle: I miss you

me: oh wait..

we got so worked up WITH FACEBOOK WE STOPPED TALKING ABOUT IMPORTANT MATTERS

Pickle: I know!

me: FUCK YOU FACEBOOK! YOU STRIKE AGAIN

TIME KILLER APPLICATION FROM HELL

IM GOING

6:22 PM BYE

* mutters and walks away *

Pickle: I love you

and that is all

x

This internet thing is out of control.

I remember when I first made a website I was 12 years old. I was so excited that I could put up colorful backgrounds and links to wav files. It had some jokes and flashing animated gifs. The site was tacky, but it was my own and on par with all the others at the time.

I'd have so much fun watching the amazing counter go up and up. I remember it won some awards. I was even excited about Netscape 3 coming out.

The next website I made was for my first band 'Slavegrinder'. The code was written on MS notepad (the best program MS ever made) in one afternoon, while my friend Jene played video games. I quickly figured out how to add a forum and put the thing in place. Our page was the first local band site with a message board. The forum took off. It was the first port of call for most local users. Before e-mail or porn, they'd go to the Slavegrinder message board. Even other bands would use it to communicate with each other.

Soon enough forums became more easily accessible and ours lost it's momentum. It was still wildly successful however and amassed thousands of posts in its two year history. Our site was simple, effective, competitive and popular.

Now.. no hope, websites are media savvy, widget laden, script, cookie, video conglomerates of brain melting complexity. Networks interact and grow, spawn and share, and the rest are left behind. To remain competitive users now must rely on provided frameworks and social hubs a-la myspace. etc.

In a way it's sad. Yet I love it. This revolution is growing so quick that many of us are going to miss it.

On a forum discussing the Internet, and the way networks and social interactions are changing for all of us, a poster wrote this,

"LIFE HAS CHANGED FOR THE BETTER - ENJOY THE NEW WORLD WE LIVE


EVOLUTION FEELS REALLY GOOD"

I agree.

Some folks are so caught up with the past.. the past was two years ago. This thing is moving, FAST.
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Here are some insane links to the sort of stuff that even makes me feel old.

Jetset
This is an excellent internet pop culture show. The host is a bit of a dork but the info is worth it. I got these other links from it.

Viropop
Good tongue in cheek environment show, with annoying host.

Kompoz.com
Collaborate online and make music with other people all over the world.

Metalchik
Metalwork and Jewelry making guides and videos.

(These sites are all hosted by NextNewNetworks. I'm really impressed with these guys business model and ideas. That's why I'm plugging them.)

Also..

The Hype Machine
This site links to music blogs and what new music they are discussing. It's good for finding new artists without relying on Last.Fm's crappy and limited knowledge.

Talking about the addictive yet average service Last.Fm offers, here's a fancy widget with pics of albums I like. Enjoi.

I was in a burlesque show last night,

I don't know how it came to that.. Pixie asked if I wanted in. I guess I said yes without realizing what I'd agreed to.

I was the only guy backstage, the girls cheered as the madame introduced me

"Hey girls, we have a guy backstage!'
Girls:"Woo!" *Cheers*,
"You all dont mind getting naked in front of him do you?"
Girls:"No! No!" *Cheers*

"Thank you, thank you" I said smugly and nodded.

It was strangely non sexual to be backstage with a bunch of half naked women, however it was a lot of fun, and very surreal. I drank champagne and chatted with the girls as they put powder and glitter on their bums and wiggled them into the mirror. Occasionally they'd look up and smile and I'd smile back incredulously.

For the show I stood topless as an egyptian while Pixie and Mel danced. My job was to hold some signs up telling the story of our act.. the story of the egyptian goddess Isis finding a giant golden penis. I'd literally had five minutes practice. Thankfully we pulled it off (haha) in front of three hundred people and received many cheers!

Free champagne and a bag of goodies was our payment. Included in mine was a bottle of wild turkey, and a poster with our name on it. Huzzah! They want me to do it again next time. Maybe I will..

I can just imagine it in three years from now I'll probably be stripping for a living.

Hmmm...

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Here's Mondays Song - R-Type DX

I feel good about this new project.

I have to remember that the art of perfection is imperfection, and when I can embrace that, creation becomes a lot easier.

I am a perfectionist at heart, if something isn't perfect at every step of the way I leave it, stop it, start it again.

By allowing mistakes as part of the process, it makes it so much easier for me to create.

A New Project.



The rules are as follows:

1. A new song for every weekday. (5 p.w)
   
2. No undo, no backtracking, no saving.
3. A different theme each week.

This weeks theme : Inanimate objects.

Feel free to download Song 1 - La Silla (The chair)

Centrelink.




Scribbles at work.

I GOT A TICKET

I know its the Big Day Out and all, but i'm willing to put up with that much just to see Rage.

I used an ip scrambler, a proxy mask, 2 different accounts, 6 different windows and three different browsers.

I was getting that ticket.

6 Die From Brain-Eating Amoeba in Lakes

By CHRIS KAHN, Associated Press Writer

(AP) -- It sounds like science fiction but it's true: A killer amoeba living in lakes enters the body through the nose and attacks the brain where it feeds until you die.

According to the CDC, the amoeba called Naegleria fowleri (nuh-GLEER-ee-uh FOWL'-erh-eye) killed 23 people in the United States, from 1995 to 2004. This year health officials noticed a spike with six cases - three in Florida, two in Texas and one in Arizona. The CDC knows of only several hundred cases worldwide since its discovery in Australia in the 1960s.

http://www.physorg.com/news110255496.html

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I got a job at the Post Office.. . i dont think i like the job, its a cold and sterile environment.. and old ladies aren't as adorable as i thought they would be. It's all so bureaucratic, bills mostly. also the business course that i wanted to do just started and it seems i cant do both, so im thinking about leaving the job and doing the course instead. I know it could be trouble with centrelink, which scares me, but the job feels wrong.. on my first day this guy Walter walked into the lunch room and said something to me..

'So, youre the new guy, yeah.. you better get to like this job, gotta keep yourself busy, dont look at that clock, 21 years mate, in a flash, theyre gone, you better keep your head up, ive been here 21 years, you think i have security, hah, those unions are out mate, all going private *maniacally laughs to himself* yeah, 21 years goes fast, if youre gonna be here for a while you better keep busy, hah.. yeah" *laughs to himself some more.. walks out*

He left me scared.

Everyone there is over 50 and none of them are going to be my friends.

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I wrote these reviews over a few beers with Steve. The first review I sent in wasn't accepted because I didn't actually review anything, I just wrote about winning bingo, getting drunk and blowing up balloons.

Turns out you actually need to write about the place you're reviewing and not just your experience.

Man, this journalism gig is tough.
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'Imbibe' Review

Imbibe is cool. They serve Cuba Libres (Lime, Bacardi and Coke, popular in Mexico) and they have games of Bingo on wednesdays. It's close to my house (Brunswick) and Dan the owner is a real friendly dude, I guess the thing I like the most about this bar is you can make it your own. There's three large rooms, the main bar, the lounge by the fireplace and the shisha smoking floor room, covered in pillows and the like. There's also a beer garden. Every time I have been to imbibe one room has been free, which means my friends and I can go in, hang out, and take over. Did I mention there's Jenga? and Guess Who? Guess Who! When was the last time you played that? To make the game a bit harder we play by our own rules ("Does he look like Richard Branson? Is she likely to have been impacted by the recent social security changes for single parenting payments?"). I've also met lots of nice girls at this bar. I guess it's the lighting, its soft and warm and makes you feel superior. Good prices, friendly staff, nice mellow people and an atmosphere that makes you feel like you're in your own home having a drink with friends. Steve likes it too. What more could you want? 4/5 stars.

Purple Duck at Melt Bar, Kings Cross, Sydney. 4/10/07

Purple duck is the best mc in the world. So he stated at the beginning of his set and so I came to believe. Honestly, nothing quite prepared me for the uncontrollable spasms of laughter that i had to endure. If you don't already know, Purple Duck is a performer from Melbourne who vacillates between soul ballads and psychedelic hip hop delivered in a humorous way.. His set moved between a plethora of musical styles including reggae, funk, hiphop, rnb, eighties style love ballads, britpop and even vaudaville (not to mention the best air guitar solo i've ever had the pleasure to watch). Despite a couple of technical difficulties (which he managed to make seem deliberate) the set was spectacular, and I don't use the word lightly. People were rolling around on the floor in fits. This genre defining MC seemed to cross the line between insanity and genius, no take that back, he managed to stamp all over that line and cover it in the sickly sweet goo of sarcastic magnificence. He performed songs like 'Love Tampon', 'Dog with Worms' and and 'Put your finger up your bum' and made them, and himself, transcend from puerile potty humor, into true artistic irony. Oh if only it were just that, but the encore was a moving, truly moving, rendition of 'Part of their world' from the Little Mermaid. I don't believe there was one dry seat (or eye) after that. 5/5 stars

'..don't tell Tom' on Sydney Road, Review

Now i don't know if this is a reference to myspace, and i hope not. I certainly wouldn't tell Tom anything, and he's probably swamped with too many messages from emos (not to mention bathing in fox money) to notice. But maybe its a good comparison. Like the denizens of myspace users migrating to facebook, the punters at 'don't tell tom' must be also migrating somewhere else, and its a shame really. It's just that every time I visit the place it seems empty. Where are all the people? I don't know. What i do know is thats its really big, and there's a sandpit. With toy tractors and everything. The menu is thorough and they seem to put on musos every once in a while, ive just never been lucky enough to catch a performance, i hear it's usually local acoustic folk and the like, which would fit the atmosphere of the place perfectly. To be honest, this is a really nice bar that is too big for its own good. Were it better situated i could see it cracking, but for now, it's just a nice place to have a beer and a meal in the beer garden, listen to some old soul hits, have a talk with your friend or partner and maybe bring the kids to play with the aforementioned tractor. 3/5 stars.

I believe it is humor that binds the universe together.

I have this theory that the two strongest forces in the cosmos aren't Love and Fear. That they are Humor and Sadness.

'It's only true if it makes you laugh, you don't understand it until it makes you cry'

With that, here is the introduction to a book Rachel and I may or may not ever write called 'God is Laughing at Us'..

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Page 1.

Ok, lets get to the important part.

* You don't suck.

Everything you've ever done. Everything you thought was wrong, all of it, its all ok, because you're here at this moment.

Now what you should know,

* You need a better haircut.
(OF all the mystical arts this is the hardest to master.)

And the third,

God, may or may not be real. But if he is.. he's laughing.

He's laughing at me, he's laughing at you, he's laughing at US.

Click to Read.

This copy made me feel all tingly and warm.

Its Springtime lovetime sexytime. Just a month ago my housemates and I were staring at each other suspiciously in the mornings, bemoaning our lack of amorous activity, thrusting our hips into the empty air and feeling the void of romance in our lives.

A month later come Spring.. and, not only do we have partners, but other women/men are clamoring for our affection. Everyone in this house is now hooked up. Even Megs and Ben, and if you have a deductive mind you will put that one together..

I was making tea with Zoe in the kitchen a few mornings back, we saw birds outside coupling and kissing under the warm springtime sun. "Aww look at them" I exclaimed, "Why are they doin' that?"

"They're like us" Zoe replied.

It was so cute. Awww Spring. How idyllic you are.

Happy, happy, birthday. To me!

Hmm.. its hard for me to even find the words to communicate my amazing birthday. To be frank (hi frank) I didn't really want anything, I don't need anything, I've already had all the presents I could have gotten. A good life, fine friends, laughs, health, girl, etc. So I was really just happy to be, and to know that this year has been so amazing.

My friends are so wonderful.. Steve gave me a kitsch old skool yellow color pokemon gameboy, a packet of quattro biscuits and batteries. Moscow left a bag full of candy and biscuits on my door and a framed picture of Elvis. Austin sent me a Prince Harry and William postcard in an envelope full of confetti. Sophie sent a giant lipsmacker, some letters and pictures she drew. Zack gave me a big bag of Mexican corn-flour and Dominca gave me a mint vintage box of "Squatter" the Australian wool game.



And then..
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Waking hungover from our night of fake blood and glad wrap.. I receive a phone call from Ben,

"Did you get our message? Read the first clue."

I run to his room where this mysterious first clue is hidden, and so begins an eight part adventure of poems and treasure finding, with hidden treats and presents throughout the house. Candy, Wizz Fizz, Toy Robots, Kaleidoscopes. they know me so well! The last clue leads me to two tapes, labeled, one and two. "Insert the first tape" it says.

I run to the tape player and push play. Ben speaks.

"So Pablo.. you've made it to the final clue, you have come far in your journey, now that you have overcome the eight treacherous puzzles it is time for you to receive your real present. Congratulations on completing your quest, your present is..
two tickets to..

*Please insert tape 2*"

DAMMIT!

I rush to insert the second tape..

It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!

OH MY GOD!! RAGE!!!!!!

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Pixie and I jumped up and down screaming like crazy into the living room. I call them back, Ben and Megs were hoping to buy the tickets that day, unaware the show sold out in minutes. Dammit! I thought it was too good to be true.. But what a thought on their behalf!

We sorted it out, we're getting tickets to the Big Day Out instead. So I'll still see Rage. OMG. I'm so excited! I even wrote OMG. Right there, did you see it? O.M.G.

Pix and I went into my room, we lay in bed eating candy and watching simpsons. "Damn, I need more sleep".. "Me too".. "Can't sleep.." "Wanna smoke a joint?" .. "Yes, oh god yes"...

We almost had everything we needed, but no papers. I lumbered around my room, searching. "God, it's my birthday, all I want from you is a tally ho" .. I think this in my head. I open my bottom drawer as a final resort and staring at me is a big piece of cardboard with "BOB" written on it,
and four rolling papers on top.

Thanks Bob.

We smoked j's and slept in till 5 pm. Where we went on a frantic burger and shopping expedition. We bought food and made a giant penis shaped cheesecake. Zoe dropped by and drove me to feed Z and Indigo, (Milo and Carolines amazing dogs). Came back to Kieran and his friend, we had delicious Aztec Soup and Mexican Pie. Dominca was there too. The party ended up with us dancing to Russian music and Frank Sinatra in the kitchen, me with roller skates, Dominca and pixie dirty dancing, and Keiran and friend just going off.

Normally I would have a lot more friends at my birthday party, but they are all gone. All.of.them. I mean, like fifteen people I'm good friends with have all gone traveling for the next two weeks, it's like this mass exodus. Where everyone I know leaves Melbourne, and I stay, to start work, while my mother visits.

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P.S - I MISS RACHEL

There's a certain lucidity of thought that comes about when one reaches the correct level of enebriation...

If you asked me what I was doing last night at four a.m, I would tell you that I was in a bedroom with three girls, while my head was covered in glad wrap and fake blood dripped all over my face.. and that was before things got weird.

Day after party -16th sep - clean up, jessie gazebo man, voodoo woman, zoe made brekky, compliment fest, steve so happy.

Tuesday - couldnt get xbox 360, had drinks came home, electricity out, milo and caroline came by, moscow made hippie sludge.

Wednesday - Went to bingo with steve, crazy story

Thursday - got to medical drunk, laurans, home out of it, megans birthday, no sleep lots of drnking had to be walked home.

Friday - woke up feeling great. steve was hungover., watched crap bollywood movie.

Saturday - Kelly came to visit, hung out in room listening to old 80's hits like uprock and dancing, zoe came by, we went to Steves gig, zoe came back to sleep over.

Sunday - high vibest festival, missed zoe was hanging with lauran and dominca and pixie, watched a beach boys cover band with steve and kelly, sat out back drinkning beer with milo, watched combat wombat, steve did giraffe and pixie fell off her chair, he got a date, very excited, i went home, lauran came along.

Monday - felt weird, a bit sad because everyone is leaving and im starting work, freaked out about mum visiting,

Tuesday - Ben and Megs left for their adventure, steve dropped by, he gave me a yellow pokemon gameboy for my birthday! how exciting, we went out to

Wednesday - Sent important emails and helped steve move out of his house, hung out didnt feel great, missed chayas exhibition, stayed at home, got stoned and watched the good the bad and the ugly.

Thursday - Went shopping with Kathy from jobsearch to get some clothes, came home and steve got picked up for his sydney tour, i went to laurans, her and her friend chay were lying in the backyard listening to jimi hendrix and drinking beer, it was nice and sunny, had some words and had to leave to go to guitar lessons, which werent on, and then to yoga, which felt like i hadnt done it for ages, afterwards went to have a kebab and beer with lauran and chay, pixie came by, we drank a fair bit, some weird guys gave us blueberry muffins and talked shit, we gave them fake names, pixie devoured the muffin. Went home but decided to go to Lauran and Chays instead, drunk more beer, got wrapped in glad wrap, poured fake blood on our faces and a random neighbour showed up through the window, danced and passed out inside covered in fake blood.

Friday - BIRTHDAY - Clues and surprises, pixie and i, sleep, BOB, burger, cooking, dancing in roller skates to frank sinatra, great pressies, zoe sleep.

'we could go to abby dobson tomorrow"
"who's abby dobson?"
"i don't know"
"we could go to abby dobson"
"ill have a look"
her website was a flash enhanced one, tho i found her music disgusting almost to the point of depression, my friend steve found t the most poignant and relevant music he'd heard in his life
"lets go to abby dobson"
i shuddered
"i like it, lets go".
ugh
I did need a review in by friday, it could be of anything, as long as it was funny or interesting. Maybe this would be funny or interesting.. "i hope so" i said
"we can just crap on about things, we dont even have to go, just crap on and send them that"
"hmm" .. i thought about it,
"how about we just pretend we went"
my phone called "hey man, what are you doing"
"im writing an article for this magazine"
"oh youre getting drunk! thats excellent."

"Steve and I had to find something to do on a wednesday night, so we called in at imbibe , local drinking bar, brunswick, free wednesday bingo. "It was professor plum, with the candle stick, in the living room, no ahh.. BINGO!" Steve won a beer. "I WON I WON! ah I mean.. BINGO!" I won the second. "SNAP!" yelled steve, "no wait! BINGO!" and steve took home the jackpot. $20 worth of free bingo beer. Gloating in our sense of accomplishment and success we sat out in the well positioned beer garden, drinking our victory. Two girls approached, they could smell our winning musk. "Wanna play cards?" we did, we lost. But we called them idiots and that made us hot. 'Wanna come blow up four hundred balloons with us?' We asked, one of them did. We covered our house in balloons, like that song, 99 red balloons, except there were 3 or 4 hundred balloons, and not all of them were red. If you want a girl, invite her to come blow up balloons, guaranteed success. Bingo skills help.

4 out of 5 stars. "Hey! this bar is great, its like cheers, but not cheers, its this bar!"

"Just when you thought it couldn't get any better.."

Is this houses motto. It's a hard one to argue with, things do get better and better, sometimes they get so much that it's dizzying!

It's been party month. Party month has lived up to its name. I could go a whole year without seeing another birthday, party or balloon again. It's party saturation to the max. I've had so much fun!!

Pete, in what is a most respected move, came from Sydney to hang out with us for our street party On friday night we went to see Stereo Total, the gig was ok, nothing fantastic, but a good excuse to go out and watch a crazy german and french chick singing above a casio beat. we got a little pissed and danced. Ben was going off! The Stereo Total flag got stolen and the girl singer got very annoyed, but it was returned and everything was happy.

We came back home to listen to old crap 80's songs, Ben got particulartly excited by Kiss from a Rose by Seal and started humping the air like a wild dog on heat, then we had an argument as to whether Drazic or Ryan from heartbreak high were better characters. I stick by Ryan, Drazic was a dick for most of it, but Ben and Pete powerfully disagreed.

Megs told us to keep it down, for the first time ever, so we did. I dreamt of painting Broccoli's in glow paint and putting them under U.V lights to take photos off them. It could be good..

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Steve showed up thrusting his hips in party anticipation. We spent the morning shopping and hanging lanterns, streamers, getting the sound system and the food ready. Bit by bit people arrived. It was rather lax until the sound system showed up, and people began flooding in.

By 7 pm I was drunk. The haystack of love was set up, 20 cents a turn, same for gravel hill, loungeroom adventure, pinata 2000 and the toilet. 20 cents, what a bargain, yet people got narky when I demanded they pay to use the toilet!

"That's 20 cents! I'm sorry I don't make the rules"
"Yes you do, it's your party!"
"Oh.. Ok, I make the rules, but I don't enforce them!"
"Yes you are, you're enforcing them right now!"
"OK! I make the rules AND I enforce them! Now pay the 20 cents."

People got annoyed, idiots.

Salsa dance music, beers were drunk, loads and loads of nachos eaten, (I mean loads), the vibe was perfect, street party atmosphere in a big parking lot with dim colorful lighting, I dj'd some great tunes hitting that perfect balance between cheese and unknown, then danced away like crazy.

"It's like all my dreams come true!" I shouted into the air as I danced to Young Mc and Michael Jackson with 30 others.

Zoe came by, she brought me a Futon, we snuggled and sat by the fire. Everyone was there, Kieran, Chaya, Lex, Wyon, Caroline (she was going OFF dancing on chairs and hanging by the haystack of love), Steve, Chelsea, Debs, George (hanging out with clouds of smoke billowing out his nostrils offering everyone some of his constantly lit joint), a young boy called Noah who adopted me as his friend and hung out with me.



As the night wore on Tarquin played his set wearing half a pinata on his head, Carla and I drummed in the background but she got annoyed at a guy that was interrupting her or drumming too loud. I was on fire, hitting every beat I meant to. Pete went to the neighbors house to drink tea for a while.

Megs ran out to get me, "Forget everything, this is the best shit you've ever seen! come with me now!" I ran after her.

Ben had poured a liter of oil on the kitchen floor and people were sliding around dancing and laughing, Megs and I slid around holding arms until we both fell over laughing.

As the night wore on, Steve and I performed a couple of Beta Male Sex Palace tracks, they went down well. I walked indoors thinking the party was close to over but I'd forgotten about the oil and the dancing inside, the party was still going OFF!



I sat in the living room, where clarinets, a double bass, bongos and guitars were played and jumped in with my own beats. Quick enough I was busting fat with everyone else and the place took off.

Like an explosion of perfect energy our jam became a tribal beat that sent everyone crazy. Afterwards I couldn't conceal my joy, I looked at the guy next to me and hugged him. Zoe was waiting for me to go to bed, I finally called it quits and went to sleep. It was a good night too.

What a party.

I was with dogman, fanny, timmy and spirit mike having a night picnic in the thick grass by the train station. Being an Argentinian my keen knowledge of the territory had led us to this shrouded spot. We drank wine and ate pasta, solving crime as it came. When suddenly three men appeared from the shadows. Dogman barked. They stopped and yelled at us "We know youre fucking there dickheads, we're coming to fucking get your phone". The men became aggressive, "Chill out bro" yelled fanny. "Who the fuck you calling bro, im not yuour bro, youre fucking dead" He flashed a knife. The three men appeared to be of middle eastern appearance. They threw rocks that hit a couple of us pretty hard. Fanny called the police. When the three men heard the call they started to walk away. The cops came, they had arrested a man with a knife up the road and needed us to make statements. They called us the 'famous five' crime fighting team. Then we had to go to the station to make statements and identify the dudes and so on, and so on, and so on. It took forever and was boring. But the cops let us drink our goon inside the station, that was nice.