Fuck. I just spent $1100 on insurance and registration and now the mechanic tells me I gotta get my steering matrix recalibrated, and that's gonna cost $750.
At least he knows what he's doing.
Plus, it's been a while and I don't think I'm gonna get another call from the insurance company of that girl I bumped into while getting off the freeway.
Stupid cyclists.

I saw Battles on Monday, and they were FUKKIN WIKKID. That dude with the hair is sex on legs that move funky.
Then I saw them on Tuesday for FREE! I rocked up early hoping to get a ticket, but no luck. I waited around for my friends and we tried the old passout stamp mash-your-wrists-together trick, which never works, but it looked pretty good. Good enough to get me in. I didn't enjoy it as much cos I was sober and they played the exact same set. I was really hoping to hear Ddiamondd.
And my headlights didn't work when I got back into my car. I drove home in the dark. Illegal and scary.

If you'd been at Battles you would have seen this, only less grainy and more 3D.

I'm moving home this weekend, out of the student house I've lived in for the past year or so, and another 6 months before I went traveling. It's sad. I've had some great times in that room. But it's time to move on (not that moving home is a very good way of moving on). Living with your ex is generally a bad idea, and I don't think my liver can handle the constant drinking for much longer.
Strangely, I'm gonna have more privacy at home than at The House. The House is somewhat of a commune, so I can never be confident that someone won't walk in at any moment, sit on my couch and distract me from whatever little waste of time I was indulging in.
Also, I'll be living with my amps and drumkit, so that's fucking awesome. I gotta buy some double kicks though. The one I borrowed have finally returned to their rightful owner.
Also, I'll have the internet at home. That might mean that I start doing some work at work. I doubt it, though.


Also, I watched Lars Von Trier's "Dogville" last night. AWESOME FILM. You gotta watch the making of special feature "Dogville Confessions" as well.

I saw Captain Baghands and the Age of Cardboard last night. It's a choose-your-own-adventure fantasy play. The narrator - Baghands - will occasionally present the audience with options, then a spotlight will hit someone, or a vote will be taken, or whatever. The set, props and costumes are all made out of cardboard and paper.
It's heaps of fun because of the audience participation and the fact that all the props and stuff are bound to break... it makes it really casual, and brief moments out of character or just fucking up make it even funnier.
I can't wait to see it again.

I don't know how it happened, but the Captain Baghands character was invented one drunken night by my housemate, who came out wearing his underwear on the outside, a cape, and bags on his hands, and calling everyone "citizen". In fact, the first couple of times I met him he was Captain Baghands, so that's the only way I knew him for a while.


Coming soon:
Captain Baghands and the Epoch of Tinfoil - a sci-fi
Captain Baghands and the Era of Bubblewrap - an underwater adventure

zOMG!!! PUPPY!

So cute!!


So small!



His name is Max, and he's 3 months old, and I love him. I'm so glad I'm moving home soon, till I find a new place.


By the way, I haven't got back the guys who wrote "YOU WILL DIE" on my wall yet. It'd take effort, and I don't see them often enough. I did tell them in person last night that they've got it coming. I'm willing to let the anticipation get to them a little, then wear off, then, when they least expect it... FLAMING BAG OF DOG POO ON THE DOORSTEP! I have a supply now.

I got seriously punk'd last night. I was lying in bed and I saw something kinda glowing on my wall. I put up a poster there a few weeks ago, so my first thought was that it has glow-in-the-dark bits and I didn't realise it. I sat up to get a better look and it became clear: written on my wall in glowing text was "YOU WILL DIE".

This freaked the hell out of me. I knew it must have been a prank, but still. I figured it out later: Stef and Steve slept in my room after the Video Games party, and when I went in the next morning there was a white powder under that wall. I asked them what it was, and they said they didn't know (apparently they actually didn't realise it was from their prank. Fair enough, they were hung over.) They had used glow in the dark chalk.

I need ideas. What can I do to get them back?

I saw Blonde Redhead at the Hi-Fi Bar last night. It was okay. There was an awful lot of stuff being played off a backing tape, though. There were times when only the drummer appeared to be doing anything at all, but there was still a washed-out wall of synthesizers and guitars, in keeping with the sound of the new album.

During a quiet moment, a girl in the crowd shouted "How are you feeling?"
The singer replied "Do you really want me to tell you?"
"Yes!"
"I can barely feel my legs."
"They look fantastic!"
And they did. Nice outfit

I called out a request when they came back for the encore (the main reason I went to the show was to hear Messenger), and she said something like "That's too hard to play... or we've played something similar already."

That lovely scarf the drummer was wearing really accentuated his vagina.

The last time I saw Against Me! it was the most disappointing show I ever saw, because all the songs were WAY slowed down. I don't understand why a punk band would do that, even if they are folk-punk.
BUT they made up for it at the Corner on Saturday, and at the Arthouse on Monday. Those were two awesome shows, and mostly the songs were sped up if anything.

I especially had fun at the Corner. I was close to the front, and I realised that I probably haven't been in a really good pit like that since Big Day Out some years ago. The energy was fantastic and I crowd serfed for the first time
After the show I went to Bosma's house with a friend I haven't seen in a while. It was good times, especially because I scored two free mushrooms (which are in my freezer at the moment).
The evening concluded with me walking from Richmond to my parents house in East Hawthorn. I found myself wishing I'd eaten the mushrooms. It would have made my trip home a lot more fun.

I was so impressed with the gig, I went again on Monday. This time I had a smoke before-hand and stood back to observe. It wasn't as fun a way to enjoy the show, but it allowed me to listen more rather than get caught up in the energy.


I bought a t-shirt (only $20... I love it when concert shirts aren't sold at extortionist prices) and a 7" single for $5, even though I have nothing to play it on