I mentioned in a previous post that me and crackers tried to dance block "The 80's Maestro". Kateo has posted a pic of him serving us. He was too real for us. Crackers is the bogan looking guy with the stripey shirt (and fist in the air). You can see the back of my head (black hair = asian), as I stare up at the power of the Maestro's gracefull movements
It's getting really foggy these days. I love it. Driving home from work is like driving through a dream. You can't see very far ahead of you. Blurry objects pass you by like some surreal, 'fantastical' adventure. It's hard to focus as street lights come in and out of your vision, their soft light trails akin to phantoms of the night. It's beautiful. It's magical. Like a world of your own. The first thing I did when I got home, was go outside and sit under the street light. Your incased in something so pure, so, enchanting...so fucken fantastic! You feel like something beautiful can happen. Laying back is like falling through nothing, likefalling through oblivion. Everything seems to stop to a slow crawl, and you get all the time in the world.. Beautiful. Although it was freezing though. It didn't help that I was just wearing my superman singlet (with pants ofcourse). I swear my fingers have fallen off. Hence, I'm typing with my nose and liberal doses of the toes...which, previously, were only good for getting sand between them (and that walking jobbie..).
I've been feeling quite meloncholy these couple of days. I'm losing my funk, my panache, my air of debonair, my cheerful exterior, my wit and my charm (alright, I made all that shit up). But whatever I've got, I'm losing it. Imagine my suprise when I came home and found a letter addressed to me (Fuck yeah! for not being a bill) from one Captain Oates. After reading it, I lit up (no, not a cigarette). My shoulders lifted and I soared. I thank you Beccsta Deluxe, I thank you for noticing. Tonight I go to work with warmth and friendship behind me. With all my friends in my mind, I dare anything to get in my way! I cast thee back, darkness! You will not have me tonight! (to dramatic? to epic? to grand?) Rick's (Fista, Ricardo, Stuntcock) official birthday party on saturday. I can't wait. I still need to find a present though. I can't find Fatima Fong (all night long) at my local Sexyland store :P I might just get him a 'normal' present...
I have no segue for these, so....... Doctor's in Bangladesh have found the fetus of a boy's twin in his stomach. "Apart from the head, all other limbs of the baby were developed." Red faces all around, I bet. I found this while traipsing through ebay. I suspect it was used on this crazy man, who blames Flesh eating aliens for his car crash. That machine is called a "Hypersonic Spotlight Sound Unit". It can project sounds directly to a point (ie. a person). Imagine the mischief we could get into.... Supposedly there is an emergence of a rap genre called...Nerdcore. Madness. I did find one tid bit of 'nerdcore' rap I wanted to share:
Your mom circulates like a public key Servicing more requests than HTTP She keeps all her ports open like Windows ME Oh, there's so much drama in the PhD
Pure fucken gold that! Oh yeah. Brookey went to farmland today for 4 days. I hope she has fun, and does not get her head kicked in by a cow. Gee, I'm a nice guy :D (I will miss her though). Kateo's got a blog now :)
*I put up a music stream radio thingy, for shits and giggles. It'll be on if my computer is on etc. Not many slots for listeners though, since my uploads are crap (Even though I made the quality, radio quality). If in doubt, use the Media Player link. Enjoy. It's full of my eclectic mix, so it strays into many genre's. * [07:09:20 PM] Thaozee: So, yeah, I dunno whats up tonight. I have $10 and a bad case of the seedy's
"CIA criminales kill my brother last week and sended terrorista to hit my car"
"I am gonna make it, through this year, if it kills me"
Went to 'A bar called Barry' last night. Friday, so it was 80's night. There's nothing like a bit of 80's tunes to lift those sagging spirits (spirit...bra's?). So that's 3 days of rocking out for Ricksta's bday. My mind is super scattered and lacking in vitamin stable. We tried to 'dance block' a guy, affectionately named 'The Big Guy/Maestro', who's dance moves consisted of fan favorites such as, "the point to god" and the "Face bloom".
I'm a BIG fan of Studio Ghibli and Hayao Miyazaki. Their animated films exude a sense of wonder and pure imagination that I just lap up like a thirsty marathon runner. They bring you back to a time when you were just wide-eyed, naive youth, optimistic in life. Before you saw the things a child should not see. Before you did the things a child should not do. Before you grew up too fast. .... I'm in a meloncholy mood. The jester has doubts sometimes too. I do love Studio Ghibli. I might add a review of "Howl's Moving Castle" (New film) when I have time.
Something interesting. An article about Dock Ellis, a baseball player who is known as the pitcher who pitched a no-hitter on acid. He had slept through Thursday, and woke up not knowing that he had to play a game in 4 hours...high on acid. I know we've all been in a situation like that before. Well, not on acid in front of 50,000 people, of course. Random chatlog quote: [12:18:41 AM] Thaozee : fuck the law [12:18:53 AM] Thaozee : I am the law!
We went to play bingo last night at Australia's largest bingo centre..or something. It was huge though. Seated hundreds. We had to pull up our own table because there was none left. And the announcer spat out numbers at like a maniac. There was no legs eleven. Just number after number. You quickly find that your writing hand responds only to numbers. four-nine-fourty nine, six-seven-sixty seven etc Good fun though. We found someone (affectionately named Blingo) that was the essence of bingo. The heart of bingo. The soul. He strutted around the room with 3 chunky gold chains. Blingo! Blingo!
Went to Captain Oates house (And Jesse's) afterwards, to celebrate Ricks birthday. I'm proud of you man *sniff*. I'm a bit scattered, but luckily Flyboy had the forsight to write some quotes down. Good thing, because I don't remember much of the night. In no particular order:
"No rabbits?" "What the hell does rabbits got to do with anything!?" "Friendly discount!" "Will = Buttercup, or Some old slut" "My great aunt...who has dementia...SHE'S PLUGGA!" "Eye's down. House muthafcukin closed" "Shout me a beer? You can shout me a beer, and kiss my shoes!" "The chicks will be like BOOMBA BOOMBA BOOM! ...plus face thrust "Me and Thao get to fuck each other. We'll get hot fucken hot in the toilets" (!!?) "43% BEAM!!? we're fucken fucked!" "Your shoes will be in my vomit" "I'm Biff, your Boff!" "I call it MOVO (moustache vault)" "We're all cool....Worst day of my life!!!" "We gotta find a school, so Biff and Boff can give them 5 HOURS of entertainment" "Take off that glove, it smells like Stinky Mc stink!" "Why can't we trade socks for beer? Would you buy a beer with a sock Thao?" " Sure would man" "I will never sleep with a Leopard!"
I'm sure there was more gold, but for the life of me, I can't seem to recall :) Rick's wants to go out again tonight. Sometimes I wish I had a stunt man....or was some kind of super-guy
I wonder if Kateo knew what she had unleashed? I mean, the sheer amount of free drinks we acquired during the night was immense. I was living a $100+ lifestyle, on a $10 budget. Same with 10+ other people. Immense. People on small islands would worship the amount we drank. The glasses, stacked up, would have blocked out the sun. Immense. I knew they were closing down, but I didn't know they wanted to demolish the place, that night. 3 of my friends, who arrived before me, told me of a strange encounter they had with the security guards. After showing their ID and whatnot, they got sized up and told "If you guys don't break anything tonight, I'm kicking you out". Wha!? Troy is skinny looking, Bryan looks like he sells weed to 12 year olds, and Grug is, well, Grug....hardly the hard hitting boys they were mistaken for... Well, I'm probably just jealous they didn't say that to me. I have hand cannons too damnit!!! Biff and Bop! I took my parents too Ikea today (Monday 20th). Quite a strange place. Mini version of kitchens, and bedrooms, and tv lounges everywhere. Couples scrutinizing the color of cupboard door knobs (?) too match their curtains (double ?). The strangest thing I saw was that they actually sell napkins. Fricken napkins!. Napkins of crazy colors to match your furniture. Napkins that have crazy names like Fantasktik and Isuzo-something. Only sick, depraved, anal retentives would go down to Ikea to buy napkins with names that are not even company names. I ended up buying my dad 3 lamps (He loves lamp), for the bargain price of $5 each (yes, altogether $15, for all you math heavywieghts out there).
When it's all over, and the dust settles, tell them I tried this time.
Random chat log quote: [12:31:19 AM] Thaozee : I tell you what. if my car stops midway through my rounds. I'll spear tackle a tree in sheer anger! YOU HEAR THAT TREES!!
Quick post to let my friends know that Crackers has started a blog (outta sheer boredom). We all know that Crackers is a hoot. I mean just look at his blog description:
An heartfelt and outrageous discription of life in middle surburbia full of life laughter and turmoil a must read for anyone,anywhere,ever..p.s i love bacon -Oprah Winfrey
Anyone who quotes Oprah Winfrey is obviously rocking. Together with his subtle hint at one Kevin Bacon (oh yes, I see it *nudge, nudge*), he is one name dropping, pop culture bitch!
Smoke Stained:DAMN!!! my download of 'Superfly Soul - Dynamite Funk And Bad-Assed Street Grooves Cd 1' is an incomplete file!
[06:22:42 PM] Thaozee: daaaayyyuuumm!! [06:23:21 PM] Smoke Stained: yesterday the same thing happened to 'Fuck Album of the Century'
I don't talk like I write (on this blog). Well actually, that's not exactly true. What I mean is, I express the same ideas, but in a much different fashion. I'm much less 'wordy' and I swear a hell of a lot more. I have trouble conveying emotions (apart from "rocking out", and "rocking the fuck out"). I generally don't like talking about myself whatsoever. I wonder why? Am I a lazy talker? Maybe I should start talking like I'm at least semi-educated? Maybe that will stop the little old ladies from throwing dust in my face and macing me while I try to help them carry their shopping bags? Maybe I should stop randomly striking rock poses in the middle of a crowd? I found this excerpt, while reading my old chat logs. It kinda shows how I generally interact with my friends and what we talk about (ie, bullshit). It starts with me asking Troy and Bryan if I could use their real names in my blog (Troy= Smoke Stained, Bryan = boganmaster, Grug = Lonely Soldier):
[06:47:56 PM] Thaozee : can I use your names or do you want aliases? [06:48:10 PM] Thaozee : who wants to be deepthroat? [06:48:44 PM] Smoke Stained: yeah i need an alias to protect me from the feds [06:48:56 PM] boganmaster : i will be mr black [06:49:01 PM] boganmaster : troy can be mr pink [06:49:24 PM] Smoke Stained: damn u to hell [06:49:47 PM] boganmaster : always damning the black man [06:49:58 PM] boganmaster : troy you have a hate on [06:50:12 PM] boganmaster : or should i say MR PINK? [06:51:03 PM] Thaozee : fuck it. your troy, your bryan [06:51:11 PM] boganmaster : noooooo [06:51:30 PM] boganmaster : cant i at least be lord bryan? [06:51:51 PM] Thaozee : the only lord i worship is lord gloom [06:51:52 PM] Smoke Stained: haha i should be ol' Brett [06:51:56 PM] Thaozee : and dr who..lord of time [06:52:52 PM] Smoke Stained: i already have my fake licence pic on msn [06:53:13 PM] Smoke Stained: probably shouldnt have that beer in my hand though [06:55:06 PM] Thaozee : hahaha i was looking for links for my next post.....check this out link [06:55:41 PM] Thaozee : it has no pics of cocks so dont worry [06:55:49 PM] Thaozee : it has songs called 'lick my fist' [06:56:00 PM] Thaozee : 'blow some coke up my asshole' [06:56:15 PM] Thaozee : album called "nice 003 : COCKBREATH : Totally addicted to sperm" [06:56:48 PM] Smoke Stained: hahah i'm gonna get track 2 [06:56:56 PM] boganmaster : weird shit [06:57:52 PM] Smoke Stained: hahaha 'Blow some coke up my arsehole'?!?!? [06:58:12 PM] Thaozee : someone download the songs and tell me what it sounds like [06:58:33 PM] boganmaster : first one is crap but weird [07:01:07 PM] boganmaster : maybe its just me but i like the second song [07:02:35 PM] Thaozee : what kind of music? [07:02:40 PM] boganmaster : techno [07:02:56 PM] Smoke Stained: woah this is crazy music [07:03:45 PM] Smoke Stained: its like throwing my brain into a fry pan coated with boiling oil!! [07:04:15 PM] Thaozee : hahahaha i need!! [07:05:55 PM] Smoke Stained: woah track 6 is demon fucked!!! [07:06:28 PM] Lonely Soldier: What up [07:06:29 PM] Thaozee : hahaha [07:06:38 PM] Thaozee : demon fucked sounds interesting [07:06:52 PM] Lonely Soldier: Whose fucking demons? [07:07:01 PM] Smoke Stained: demons are fucking us all!!!
It's safe to say that we are damaged people :P
Although a (self confessed) master of goofy dancing, I still wish I could move like this guy to Kraftwerk. Insane....insane like this kid here. If I saw this kid in an alley.... I would pack my dacks. Chris Christmas Rodriguezoozes sex. He has style and panache. He has prompted me to secretly change my name to Rodriguez "Bam Bam" Laroche.
This site is amazing. Some of the secrets are heart wrenching. Fascinating...
The things that I want, by Thao Nguyen: A cigarette, A cold beer, A pretty girl with her arms around my neck (not in the psycho, I'm-gonna-kill-you, way)
I am tired. It's like I've been on a peyote binge for 5 years. Like Zeus has struck me down with wrath bolts (I didn't sleep with your daughter, man). Like the Terminator has come back from the future and given me a fricken 10 tonne brain fart. Work feels like this: A. Wake up Monday morning B. Jumping into the cannon C. Getting shot out of said cannon D. Crash landing into friday E. Go to A again come Monday
Tonight, I head into "Cue Sports". Usually I would not be seen there, because it is a a joint for underage homey's to congregate to ask passer-by's to buy them alcohol and/or start fights. But tonight is different. Tonight they close...forever. My friend Kateo, "Ma Soul Sista!", works there (she got a promotion a week ago...poor girl) so she sent me a msg promising free drinks and what not. I'm not above taking up that offer in my current financial situation. Chicks love tightarses :D So tonight I cut loose.......footloose!. Goofy dancing for all! Now, as befitting a party animal such as myself, I might go play some bingo
To motivate myself, I may start a music group. We would wear matching clothes, like these guys
Everyone knows someone who does it. Those people who must beat you no matter what. They usually come in the form of the storyteller. For example, you may tell the person a story about your friend chasing a bag snatcher (props to you Crackers) and that person will come out with a story that 'trumps' it, saying that he/she once chased a murderer throught the dark alleys while naked. I met someone of the 'two shits' (When you mention that you've just taken a shit, they'll say they took two) persuasion today. Constantly droning on about drunken exploits and acrobatic skull duggery. After awhile, his 'stories' merged into a single looping voice saying "I'm a tool, I'm a tool I'm a tool..." Oh yeh, he was also "stepping on ducks all day" (read: farting). Not good when your stuck in a small-ish room with a small window for fresh air, frantically hangin on to whatever sanity you have left..
Hmm I'l add more to this post later....maybe with stories that idiot told me.
Oh, Captain Oates, you have found my secret stash of "Thao Nguyen Pharmacy's". The shame of it all.... :P
Sack Ralphings for all! (Alright, that makes no sense..)
2:05am edit: I confess. I've tried to play god.... Since I couldn't sleep, I've been making these. At first, it was fun. The marvel of a crisp outer shell and a cold ice-cream center, never ceases to amaze my easily amused mind. But then...I wanted more. "Bigger!" I said, "BIGGER!", until they were nearly the size of my deep fryer....I flew too close to the sun! ...okay, they weren't that big. I'm reminded of a funny story though. Once, my friend Bryan tried to make a marshmellow (a giant one), but ended up smoking out the kitchen and staining his hand orange for a couple of weeks. ..
Been watching Scrubs on the internet (in between ice-cream fry ups). Hooray for the interweb!!
Oh, and don't play with this doll just before going to work (like me). I'm scared of going outside now. I may break out in tears at the slightest noise. Someone hold me? or atleast dab some kleenex on my tear stained eyes?
Here's something interesting. I don't have time to check it right now though. About a hypnotist ------------------------ I'll be busy the next couple of days, so my postings will be minimal. The car registraion fee ($553) has decimated most of my "get-yourself-out-of-the-shit-hole" fund. Which means I'm back to bout $300. Although I did get an extension on the payment date (phew), so I have more time. Also, with Westpac also hounding me now, my trip to Adelaide is looking more and more like a dream... I wonder if someone is cursing me, as all my bills, fees, debts, favours, etc seem to all converge in late june/early july. If only these payments were due in August, as I would have payed them whilst I was situated in the temple of I don't give a fuck. I still have hope though, and haven't become a gibbering mess of a person just yet (you can't get me just yet, voices!!!). Some of my friends have offered to lend me money, and I thank them with all my little heart can muster. It means a fucken lot to get an offer like that. Hopefully I won't have to borrow your hard earned savings though.
Just finished watching "Hotel Rwanda". Viewed purely as a cinema piece, it is quite average. The subject matter is over simplified, the dialogue is heavy-handed, and scenes are mostly overdramatized. Joaquin Phoenix's character is guilty of the most simple (and cheesy) analyzation of the madness of the Tutsis/Hutu conflict. In the scene, he leans over and asks two ladies if they are Hutu or Tutsis. One says Hutu, the other says Tutsis. He then looks up in an incredulous manner, and replies "(but) they could be twins!?" *groan*. The only outstounding actors in this film were Don Cheadle (who played Paul Rusesabagina) and Sophie Okonedo (Who plays Paul's wife, Tatiana Rusesabagina). Nick Nolte and Joaquin Phoenix were quite sub par. Even after saying all that I still enjoyed the movie. The importance of the subject matter and the remarkable story far outweighed the cinematic shortcomings. The Tutsis/Hutu conflict resulted in around 800,000 deaths in 100 days. For a man to shelter 1268 people in his hotel, while 8000 were being slaughtered each day, is extraordinary. It also highlighted the folly of countries like France and Belgium. Belgium, who could be blamed for the initial split between Hutu and Tutsis, did little to intervene. The UN, in what proved to be a futile effort, left only 300 'Peacekeepers' for the whole country. And they were told not to intervene. Nick Nolte's character (Col. Oliver) is based on real life Canadian UN commanding officer Lt. Gen. Romeo Dallaire, who was leading the 'peacekeeping' mission and tried to interfer with the genocide, despite the orders of the superiors. (I best wrap this up, cause I'm super tired.) In conclusion, even with scenes that try to bring out tears and over simplified analyzations on the 'why?' and the 'how?', I still recommend this movie. The subject matter is important (considering the situation in countries like Sudan), and if this movie can make someone go out and research the subject, than all the power to it. 4 out of 5 stars.
Alan Cumming is a strange, strange man. No, I don't share a drink with him come happy hour, or even swap cooking recipes through phone calls. I base this comment entirely on one particular Alan Cumming product. Some kind of perfume called......Cumming. What kind of crazy man calls their perfume Cumming!? Oh, and check out the description:
"..The fragrance was designed to be sexy - for people who want to be sexy. Although men created it, think of it as a gender-neutral scent that expresses one's inner thoughts no matter what your actions: flirty, mischievous, or even bashful - love being yourself. Why limit?.."
Oh yes Mr Alan Cumming, I do love being myself. Why am I limiting?...
"Style: Sexy. Witty. Versatile. "
It's hard enough finding a girl with all 3 of those qualities but you, Mr Alan Cummings, tell me now that these desirable attributes have been harnessed into this uber fragrance? Or maybe I should tip it into a water gun and randomely spray it on women? Turning boring, annoying, stuck up ladies, into sexy, witty, versatile girls? You Provocatuer , you.... Whenever I drive through the rain at night, I always picture myself in one of those old detective/private eye movies...
"..Sunday night. Rain pouring down from darkness, and me nursing the mother of all headaches. How much did I have to drink last night? 15? 20? The whiskey still smelt strongly under my collar. Eye's......hazy. Dammit I need a cigarette. Why did she come to me? This devil in a red dress. Why now? when all I wanted to do was crawl back into that bottle of whiskey I left behind..."
Why now, indeed. My own devil in a red dress calling randomly, just when I thought she would leave me alone. I do feel guilty that I choose to stay away. It's not her fault I see her sister when I'm around her. I keep my promise as best I can, but I still do try and stay away. I amscared of her and the echoes of the past she envokes. The fear that one day she'll blame me.. She called, so I travelled to Camberwell in the pouring rain to talk. The same drunken ramblings she always subjects me too. The only time I really enjoy being around her is when she is cooking, when she looks least like her sister (Sarah could not cook herself out of a bag. If that makes sense..). She is a maestro in the kitchen. Creating food of wagnerian proportions. Food that take my tastebuds to a party in the fricken Bahamas! This time I asked her to make me some fried ice-cream (sorry, I don't know the official name). Yes, thats right, I ate ice-cream (albeit with a crispy outer shell) in this freezing weather. That's how I roll!
I hope I get to sleep tonight. I hate it when insomnia hits me. Somehow I will probably wind up standing in the rain, humming sad songs, while shaking my fist at the night sky. I can just feel it..
Thaozee useless fact of the..night: The word avocado comes from a native american word that means "testicle"
Oh, and I have a love for all things retro, so finding this site was a real treat. It has scans of covers from old books. Enjoy
Hey baby, I'm an expert at rolling around on the ground naked
..The young Thao Nguyen sat down on the deckchair, a bottle of Jack Daniels in tow and an oversized grey beanie on his head. Blasting winds and sporadic rain could not dampen his mood. His was rugged up, and ready to cut loose..
I woke up this morning, with my dogs strewn all over me, like sadistic love weights. I know they're showing their affection, but stopping me from breathing will not make me love them anymore than I already do. Also, everything tasted like rubber. Everytime, I vow I would never overindulge again, but it never happens. "Crack a tinny" I say... I had a nice night. When the likes of Brookey, Lani, Troy-boy and Grug are exerting the full power of their humorous side, I just can't help but produce a sly grin and enjoy myself. We ended up watching Shrek, because Brookey thought that she could easily analyze the movie in her intoxicated state (for an assignment or something). Silly girl. We took more tentative steps towards a possible holiday in Queensland for New Years. The steps consisted of:
A. Asking Grug if it's okay for us to converge upon his father's house in Queensland over New Years. B. Working out if we wanted to drive up (a good 2 days trip), or fly there (Most wanted to drive). and, C. Deciding if we should hire a car to drive up, and fly back. (undecided)
I think my parents have a day off tomorrow, so I'll take them up to the wantirna market if the sky doesn't open up and dump its rain. I fear it will though. I love markets. Markets and rain don't mix. A market with cover is most definatley not a true market for me.
I heard people were going to "A bar called Barrys" last night. Where was my invite eh? eh?? I, too, sometimes need my fix of 80's music and goofy dancing (in fact, I thrive on it). Out of the loop now am I?
I've got a new catch phrase now, if I get tagged by the jacks and need to leg it, I have to shout " I'm wearing the boots of escaping!" and bolt off. Watch it here.
Finally, a challenge for you all. If you can succesfully pick up a girl with the line "Hey baby, I'm an expert at rolling around on the ground naked", then I will tip all my hats to you. (There's a challenge for ya Quicky!)
And now I must away. I hope my dreams tonight don't consist of just scenes like this.
Robocop was cobbled together by the repetitious nature of gestures and feelings
I dunno why I wrote about photography. I will say that I do in fact enjoy looking at these "bare bones" style close up photo's. Visually, they show a sort of human quality too it that is nice. Art is art, and who am I too judge eh? (Yes, I lost my judging stick...). I still maintain that they are technically, easy to produce. There, now you rabid photgraphers can stop writing me hate mail and release my dogs. I paid your damn ransom!!...
No work today so I went down to the city for a bit. Visited 'Amercian Rag' to see if Samantha was in. Found out she doesn't work there anymore, so I called her and went to her house. Now, I dated this girl for a bit..well, kinda dating. More of a brief liason I suppose. I never could really understand her. She eminated various conflicting signs to me that only served to confuse my poor noggin. It didn't help that I was born with such poor 'sign' reading skills. I chick could start sucking my fingers and I would probably still wonder what she thinks of me... It soon ended with little fanfare and a firm thumb press to the "end call" button. I was getting no sleep, and was feeling quite miserable. Anyway, seems like she's found herself a boy that can put up with her ..ways. I must admit, a feeling of regret did sweep over me. She was still pleasing to the eye, and I still enjoyed her corny jokes. *sigh Oh well, I'll save my "'sweet nothings" for another...
Came home at 4:00 to start my cooking pursuit to make taste buds dance (specifically my parents). Chopped up some chicken (using a quasi judo cleaver chop that would make bruce lee cry) and marinated them in "Thaozee's supreme curry marination of the nationTM". Turned out alright "..and there was mucho backslappings all around...". I'm about due for a quiet beer and nice company so I might leg it to my mates house for some shits and giggles soon.
1.07am and I'm feeling the pain of insomnia. I've finally set up my little Sunair convection heater. So that's 1 point to Thaozee and zero to winter. Take that mother nature!! Took me awhile though. The instruction booklet manages to, in perfect plain english, explain nothing about how to attach the stand/legs, except for one tiny B&W thumbnail that doesn't even look like the legs. "Attach legs using 4 self tapping screws". Oh okay, the screws in my hand or the 16 other screws of various sizes that are not even mentioned! They've also given me 4 plastic doo-hickeys and 4 metallic thingy-me-bobs. I just clipped the legs in and prayed that the heater will not blow up like the last one...
On nights like these (re: cold and in danger of raining the second I step out) I tend to get slightly moody. Despair kicks in like a 'bat outta hell', and proceeds to drag up stupid thoughts. Depression comes and you have to fight it off with moves you've learnt from old Bruce Lee and David Carradine films. The feeling that you are lost comes to many a young people. Like we're doing sweet fuck all and times running out fast. Maybe I should be doing some artistic stuff, like taking out-of-focus pictures of the city at night, as an expression of my wanton despair. Isn't that what all young people do when they are sad? I've seen it in the movies... Another thing photographers like to do is take extreme close ups of a sad strangers face, then pass it off as an 'expression of real life' (in B&W of course). Oooohh, their wrinkles are so sharp. This is life you say? poppycock! (definition no.2) All you did was take a close up photo of their face and piqued my interest in a possible purchase of your impressive camera. An Olympus you say? I should have known... Since I have no car tomorrow, I have no work tomorrow (until night). RAMS must be called, and a new date must be set damnit! And if they refuse, I have no qualms about crying like an idiot. I've tried my best. Mental note: Next time don't fuck up.
Shall I try to get some sleep or pop in my (fully boxed) Wong Kar Wai "2046" DVD that I bought from Hong Kong? dilemmas, dilemmas...
Thaozee wonders when the Australian government will send a defence team for Russel Crowe, like they did for Schapelle Corby...
..I found solace in your dancing eyes, But I live on, and you are but a memory..
I've hit a snag in my bloggin 'career'. It has come to my attention that some blogs are guilty of descending into a 'pity-me' attitude. The sort of posts that insinuate that the poster has a monopoly on 'depressive' feelings. Now, a blog is essentially an online journal (well mine is) and sad things, inevitably, will pop up. In a book journal, you write for yourself. No one else will read it. In an online one, you write for yourself AND other people (not the same as writing for everyone per se). I'm sure there's immense articles out there about blogs, that go deeper than my simple Thaozee 101 analysis. Anyway, I confess I would feel strange posting up my full thoughts, as I feel like I'm pushing people to care. But I must post as much as I can. It is a my journal after all. hmmm..
Worked at a farm today. Horrible day. The ground was muddy after all the rain this morning. Too bad I am sans camera because, at one point, I stood up and saw an awesome scene over the fields as the sun was peeking through the clouds. I swear the branches got harder and harder as the day went on, which explains the blisters on my hands (no, it's not because I'm weak.. ). We worked quite fast so I was allowed to go home early. Went to the red rooster in kilsyth to cure my hunger pains (Quarter chicken and chips ahoy!), and the chick (puns ahoy!) serving me looked at me like I was scum. No smiles, no freindly voice tone, just plonking down the food without much care. I know I still had mud all over my face and most of my clothes, crazy unkempt hair, a slightly wild glint in my eyesand my speach consisted of grunts.....but still! Unless you wield the judging stick, that came from the judge tree that was planted by judge Judyherself, then don't judge me. I gave her my "can-you-smell-what-the-rock-is-cooking?" face coupled with my dagger eyes, and I was on my way. I think her name was Jenny.
It's days like these that make me miss my 2 little cousins (Brandon 2 and Bianca 4). They used to visit every sunday morning (hungover day) and play this twisted game, that only children can pull off without repercussions, that consisted of hitting 'Unky Thao' to wake me up. Eventually one of them would hit me square in Le family jewels (Yes, a mockery of the french language. I assume the nation of france will beat down my door and clobber me with their bread sticks, very soon..). They don't visit anymore :(
It's the Queen's birthday this weekend, which means no work on monday. This is good and bad. On one hand, I'm about due for a night out in town for mayhem and goofy dancing, but on the other hand I need some fucken work. Dilemma's up the yin yang!
current tally: $650 Thaozee musings #476: The best song to go to the toilet too is Salt-n-Pepa's Push it
I'll trade you 2 ILL MARIACHI'S for a whiff of old toby..
"..Id do anything for a wiff of old toby.." Captain Oates, 2:10am 1st of May 2005
It's strange enough when you find someone with the same name as you (first and last), but even stranger when you find out that she plays charming folk songs that you like. Crazy... I'm hanging out for a beer here. And some friendly company. The thirst is coming thick and fast, and the weekend doesn't come soon enough. My flu thing has all but gone. Which is good, as I can get back to trawling the sites for temp cash-in-hand jobbies. Missing out on these 2 days wil hurt me. But this guy is worse off....poor bastard. I think the last group came back to rob him of his dignity. Since I was bored and sick, I changed the layout abit. Added a tagboard thingy (don't click the ads you mongrels). Bryan has posted up an article about the 'geek ghetto' which I found fucken hilarious. I should get the boys round to organize tickets to send fil and lani over there. They could take over the place, be the dons, the big kahunas... I'm still hoping I can go to adelaide with captain oates and flyboy. I'm bout due for a holiday. Just need to cut loose!. After the deluge I guess... Just downloaded a group called 'Ill Mariachi'...ILL MARIACHI!! If that doesnt scream awesome, nothing fucken does. They turned out to be an old skool sounding japanese rap crew. Definately the 'illest' mariachi's I've ever heard... I've realized that I need a camera, or a camera phone (I'll be getting this one after the deluge), to properly document my days. The thing that will seperate this from a book diary is pics. Plus, pictures are better memory keepers than my messed up head.
Woke up at 2pm, looking like a madman. Hair, flying around without my written consent. Mouth tastes like a cat shat in my mouth. I don't even own a fucken cat.. I MUST get this tee for my dad!! My garden fiend of a dad, needs appropriate uniform. Apart from gardening, Darth Vader (Aneeeeee!!) enjoys scratching. Is the darkside, eastside or westside?? Here's something to make Crackers shout out in glee. Enjoy 40 candles?? Off to cook now
Self Diagnosis 101: According to these symptoms, I could be pregnant. I have symptoms 4,5 and 7. ARGH! I've taken about 4 Panadeine Fortes in an effort to achieve perfect health tomorrow. Coherency is slowly dying, replaced by artificial euphoria. Now, to document the day: 7:30am - Get home from work. Sleep ensues.. To chadstone to help a house mover Pain pours outta every orifice To Deakin to pick up sis Call up to profess my apologies. Cannot get to work 2:14pm - Face plant bed
Good thing my sister cooked tonight. There's nothing like spreading sickness in the food to get an angry mob with flaming poles at your door... Found out Paul Sanderson wrote off his car....HAHAHAHAH. Cop that and perish. I find that shit funny. The car was near the old 'Shamrock' if anyone wonders. I also saw 2 divvy vans in front of the caravan place, arresting a guy who was knealing on the ground. Shits and giggles ensues!
Watched 'Lemoney Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events' last night. It is about 3 rich kids who become orphans when their parents die in a mysterious fire. They soon find out that their new guardian, Count Olaf, is trying to kill them for their inheritence. Visually, it is beautiful. Great set pieces coupled with some suitably dark camera filtering. I particularly liked Aunt Josephines (played by the always exceptional, Meryl Streep) house. Quite an enjoyable family film. The only problem I had was that the director seemed like he could not decide whether to play to the more sinister side of the story, or the comedy aspects. In the end, it seems too 'dark' for a comedy, and too humorous for a 'dark' movie. It just misses out on being the dark comedy it sought to be. Make sure you watch the end credits. Great animation.
Thaozee gives it 3 and a half Panadeine Forte pills out of 5
Current greenbacks tally: Still $552...shit shit shit
"..Yo, my palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.."
Shit day. I've been struck down by what seems to be a debilitating sickness that was manufactured to kill Robocop. Kain's fucking with me! Can't be bother typing in todays events so I can sum it up with this video of a narcoleptic dog (the dog plays me).
I think I worked out this warning. Beware of wrathful Jenga! For you, Crackers, ya bitch
Bogans are the only things strong enough to battle Paris Hilton!
Fuck you heavy soil bags. My girly arms have been defeated.. Just came back for a bit. Needed to drive my dad to the nursery. He's a fricken plant fiend. Everyone's going to eat at some Thai joint :( bah! If it's good, give me a heads up someone, so I can check it out sometime.
Met a dude with a hardcore mullet at the factory. I wish I still had my camera phone... It was so big, it was fucken alive. I swear that thing grinned at me. The sly fox... The guy caught me looking at him, and I thought "It was not supposed to go out like this...Death by bogan and living mullet..". It turned out alright though. His name was Bill Roth-something and he smoked ciggies that would put hair on the back of your eyes. That shit was harsh. Too harsh. I was 'in the zone' after a toke.
Had a great lunch at one of the restaurents along Victoria street. I forget the name though (there's heaps of em..who cares..) A rice dish (broken rice) that I always buy (not eager to try new things when I'm hella hungry). I'll put up the name when I find out the correct Vietnamese spelling. 7 bucks of pure love it was!
Day's I've been at war with soil: 1 Current greenbacks tally: $552
Fuck my posts are boring. Hopefully I'll start getting used to this shit and start producing posts so literary powerful, it would cure the blindness of 15 blind people in one fell swoop.
EDIT: Too all the people asking for tsnumai relief refunds because of the Corby case, DIE you heartless pieces of shit. I will suffer no fools, so don't talk to me!
That guy must be driving drunk, he doing the pac man strategy
..I want to hear some lyrics when I wake up..
I've woken up with shit coming outta my nose and a killer case of razor throat. It's caused by either me smoking or me exploaning (props to wildfire!) all night long. If I could go back in time I would smoke less :) Going to work in a bit, oddjobs and whatnot. Today I move bags of soil in collingwood. I now have 9 days to find $1000. It's gonna be a long road... Didn't help that I had to get my car fixed today. Atleast I got him to shave off $20 from the fee. Which gives me enough to 'inhale thrillsthrough $20 bills'. Man I'm cheesy. Anyway, I won't be home much in the next couple of weeks, so if anyone can't contact me through the phone or MSN, then leave a comment here. I'll check it if I have time. I'll see you guys on the weekers though. Hopefully the eagle shit's on wednesday, or I'll have no spending money. If your reading this troy, burn me Bias B. I'm out
Was just about to settle down to watch "Robots", when I realized the copy I just acquired was dubbed in Spanish....bugger that! I gotta call RAMS tomorrow and suck up to them. Faaark, I feel like that guy with the texta in the pic. Just off tap scattered...
Since I'm such an avid cinema buff, lets get a small movie review cranking eh? Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. The last installment in Goerge Lucas's money making epic. Technically, it's amazing. Pure eye candy. The storyline is the darkest of the whole series (which I liked). But I can't figure out how Goerge Lucas, the man who made Han Solo charming to even the most homophobic of men, could fuck up simple 'romantic' dialogue. It's like he thought audiences would not understand that 'Aneee!' and Padme were really in love, so he had to make them say crap like:
Padme: "I love you Aneee! I love you like a loving love junky! Inject your love into my space bosom!" Anakin: "I love you too Padme! I love you too much to beeeeaaaar!
Mace Windu was the flyest Jedi in the movie. I was expecting him to jump out and shout "Mace DA BASS Windoooooooooo!", then start slapping space booty to the theme of "Shaft".
I still liked the movie though :) --------- Here's something that popped up(I honestly can't remember how I found it) that reminded me of the time I wanted to buy "Tittie Takedown" for Cracker's 21st birthday. Ah, the beautful memories...
This online jobbie will be here to serve my whims and flights of fancy. It will document my various comings and goings through melbourne. It will also be an outlet for drunken and bored ramblings. We'll see what happens. I hope I can reach out, to even a small select group, and mind ream you all to the ground. Thankyou
A proper intro for me can be found in my mates blog, 'Taste the randomness'. Specifically this line "...and most of my friends are assholes like me..."
