Seriously!

How ugly is this guy !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Imagine waking up to this every day in the mirror. Or worse waking up next to this every day in bed.

April Sun in Cuba

What on Earth happened on Saturday night? The Spanish club closed at 1 and everyone was ready to leave. Nothing but bruschetta for dinner, and then copious amount of vodka and beer for the girls and boys respectively.

Ah, that would have done it. Plus whatever they're putting in the water these days to turn everyone into raving, horny, trashbags.

Happy Birthday B anyway.

What happened to us all going out, or staying in, just to hang out in each others company, to a point where we were too exclusive for other to penetrate our harsh outer shell? Now it seems to be all about creating drama, drama, drama.

I love it!

Sometimes I wish for wealth, most of the time I'd settle for happiness

Weak?

It's been a while since I last posted, but all my time has been spent at work recently, or desperately trying to do things that aren't work to get my mind off it.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, which was sceduled for tomorrow is cancelled, I've still got DJ Shadow on Tuesday next week though. But of course I have to work the next day. Shouldn't stop me from enjoying myself. Last time I saw him I was hung over as hell and still had an awesome time, so this time will be bigger and better.

That is all.

Yard Games-a-Plenty

So. It seems our beloved game of 'Vikings' is traditionaly known as the game of kubb, or alternatively 'viking chess'. I don't know about you, but I've never once thought to apply my vast knowledge of chess tactics to this game. Also, from all the sites I've found, none of them mention sand as an ideal playing surface..... at least we know we still have something to contribute to the traditional method.


The guy here has a similar eye to my brother when making his sets.


A new challenge I set you all is the game of Ladder Golf imagine us rocking up to all our camping and picnic adventures full of weird and wonderful yard games. Ha hilarious!

Balloons make me happy

All this reading of inane blogs is making my head spin. Seriously I can't sit at this computer for long without feeling like it's going to explode. Not for the reason that my work is so intense and must retain all my focus, but beacause I'm absorbing so much information about other peoples lives. Lives that have absoloutely zero connection to mine, but somehow intrigue me anyway.

I guess impersonal, or deeply personal depending on which way you look at it, trash is my replacement for celebrity trash.

The Highs and Lows of Life

Last night saw a crushing defeat for those in the trivia game. The team formerly known as cabbage, had a change of name (Spread it on), which must have taken all our knowledge with it......Because not only did we have the biggest team



and not win,



but we lost!



Dead Last!





I think it would be obvious enough to say that the focus was not really on the answering of questions, but more on that of jugs of beer, drunk from schooner glasses none the less.

I ended up horrendously drunk, and after a cleansing session of yoga to boot.

So now I still haven't caught up on all the sleep I've missed out on over the last couple of weeks. So I'm going to bed.




P.s. Pirates of the Carribean comes out tomorrow.

Speaking of Soccer....

Hurricane are the champions!


Yeah!


Woo!

Go Team!

Last night saw an outclassing expose of indoor soccer talent at the Box Hill indoor sports centre. A result of 6-1 was inevitable as we were clearly a far superior team. Even without the stylings of their esteemed captain Skips, we still kep it in the family with my sister receiving the mvp for the match following a spectacular couple of goals and subsequent climbing of the nets.

Well done guys! Next season A finals!

A cold night in June

Still whenever I manage to open my mouth about it, all I can come up with is a stream of profanities.

And I don't think you need that here.

So let's just say

at the end of the day

the more experienced team "won".

Common wealth

How nice it is to be a part of a community. Surrounded by like minded people, yet still full of diversity.


Ah, what a great day.


Not to mention the beer and the footy.

Sports Fan?

Community Cup on Sunday! Get your boots on, and possibly bring an umbrella. Grand final for Hurricane, indoor soccer, next Thursday. It may be the second half of the second division, but trophys are trophys for me. Wow. I've never encountered such a concentrated amount of sporting excitement in myself before. Football and football. No, I can't really call soccer football yet. Sunday will be great fun though and then Monday night Australia v Italy. Dare I go into Lygon St?

Foot?

So much pressure buiding up in my head over this soccer business. Idon't know how much more I can take! I guess just as much as the Aussie team keeps going. If we get a result against Croatia then who knows where it could go.

I'm having a party!

The days are getting shorter and the shortest one of all is next Wednesday, so get on down to the annual Winter Solstice do at my place. Shorts must be worn! If not we may have to get into some hippy solstice rituals involving burning and burying things, and nobody wants that.
So,
Wednesday June 21st from 7.30 my place. Fire provided.

Trivia

Ah, you've got to love inappropriate comments belted out to an audience. Sometimes I just forget that I am in a public space. I can't help it. I see Ruth up on stage and lewd comments just spring from my mouth. Then add to the mix some victory beers and it all goes down hill from there. I guess I'll be there again for more of the same next week.

Musicals

Check out the Black Chords they rock. If they play at Meredith Pete has promised he will propose to me on stage. Fill in the survey to help get them there.

Save Montsalvat

Most of you probably aren't aware of the shit that has been going down in the 'ham the last couple of weeks regarding Montsalvat. The thing is there is a chance it wiil be ripped out from underneath it's living forefathers, which are also my forefathers. There is a public rally going on tomorrow at 2pm outside Steve Herbert's office, just across the road from my place. We need numbers so come along and show your support of the arts and Eltham's history. (Also as reported on Spicks and Specks this week.) For more info go to Seb's website and come out tomorrow. If only because you believe in the Skipper. There will probably be a serious hack-a-thon afterwards if there is enough interested parties.

Pics

I've decided I need a photo for my profile. If anyone has one that is suitably spunky, obviously not neccesarily of me, please pass it on. All entries will be judged on artistic merit, comedic value, relevence and of course spunkiness.

Kill Your Radio

This morning on the way to work, for the second day in a row, they were playing the same Kelly Clarkson song on two radio stations! Conincidence? I think not. We must all band together to fight this commercial radio conspiracy!

Don't worry, I won't go so far as to swear off trashy pop songs as well.

I've also realised that when reading the paper I go straight to the trash section of the back page. I console myself in the fact that it's not as bad as reading anything in 'the small paper', but it must be pretty deeply ingrained in me.

I'll just have to shake this addiction one small step at a time.

Pretty close

Hamish + Pirates

It doesn't get much better than that.

Official Memo

Today is cowboy day. Although I've already been told I look too 'indie rock'. It's not my fault. This is the best I can do- I lent my chaps to Emmalaura!