From the monthly archives:

January 2005

There’s a Neon Ballroom Coming Up my Throat

January 31, 2005

Daniel Johns is suddenly buff and it’s repulsive. Did he swap his anti-depressants for roids? Will the next Dissociatives album transcend the only echelon of sonic scrotum they’re yet to conquer, and release some sort of Andrew WK-style album?

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When You’ve Come Out, You Need a New Secret Shame

January 31, 2005

…and my shame is obsessive-compulsive viewing of Deal or No Deal, on my eternal quest to finally understand the most confusing gameshow in the world.
Where do I even begin to start? To the outside viewer, Deal shimmers as an innocent glittery gameshow, no different than the rest. How utterly mistaken you are. Perhaps you’ve made [...]

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I Got my Daydo from Kayza-Ayza

January 27, 2005

When Adam and I resided in Melbourne last year, we truly understood the value of great neighbours. Up until then, we’d had a great run of near-silent people living around us. In Melbourne, though, we were dragged down into the real world by an apartment full of nerds who worked from home – exclusively between [...]

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I’m such a grandpa

January 25, 2005

I’m going to need a grandpa nap between work and seeing System of a Down tonight, because I am ridiculously tired today.
Truly, this will be my life at age 50 on most weekends. Naps, metal gigs where I’m the single obligatory 40+ saddo in a t-shirt from a band which last toured 15 years ago, [...]

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The Science of Vomiting

January 23, 2005

Never let it be said that I’m not protected when I go out at night. Even when I was living in the depths of Redfern, as long as Adam was near me, I knew I’d be fine in the company of someone who knows…. well, I’ve lost count of how many martial arts. This is [...]

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AFLEVER!

January 23, 2005

Also, apparently I’m the only person in New South Wales counting down the days until the AFL pre-season cup. Goddamit, I’m really going through withdrawl – especially after moving back to a state that shuns Aussie Rules in leiu of some other stupid game, which involves big beefy fellas in tight shorts, running around trying [...]

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Something just dawned on me

January 19, 2005

Y’know what’s clobbered me over the head today, out of sheer surprise? Dawn Fraser has so far managed not to be wheeled out onto a major news program and jabber out her misguided opinions on a major sporting event (the Australian Open). My pickled memory assures me this is the first international-level pursuit of sport [...]

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Sunrage

January 18, 2005

I see that Latham resigned. That’s a shame. It would’ve been fairly symbolic, war-wise (even though he opposes Iraq), to eventually have our nation spearheaded by a man who gives off the impression of closing his eyes, counting to five, breathing deeply and silently mouthing mantras from his anger management classes before he can make [...]

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Also, where does Mrs Muscle fit into this?

January 18, 2005

On TV just now: “Mr Muscle loves the jobs you hate.”
Such as what? Returning DVDs to Blockbuster? Cunnilingus? Going to work? Actually, I probably could send a bottle of Mr Muscle to work in my place, and nobody would notice.

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Cultural gaff

January 16, 2005

Adam and I trundled over to our local art gallery this weekend, after we noticed an interesting photography exhibition. (Y’know, I’m really not doing very well so far to maintain my hardcore metalhomo exterior, am I?)
I’m not going to delve so far into homoblogging as to review the exhibition, but I will say that I [...]

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