You know you’ve changed when you’re filing complaints upon moving in to a new place instead of ignoring complaints upon moving out.
1. a subscription to Quadrant
i’ve been writing about poo again. i didn’t mean to. i started writing about wanking and sexuality and wound up writing about poo. Read into that what you will, but what i talk about when i talk about poo is something like kitsch or, at least, my understanding of kitsch as ‘accepting only the acceptable’.
i wish i knew more about kitsch, because all i really have is that idea from The Unbearable Lightness of Being, which Cindy knows about and … anyone else? J Bomb needs to get on that reading material, post haste if you haven’t already … i can’t remember if we talked about this already.
No hurry though really, because keep in mind what Lucy and i just stumbled upon, which is the idea impatience inhibits progress … just throwing it out there.
I don’t have a beard because it’s ironic, I have a beard because I’m a man.
– Jase “The Beard” Cichon on class “hipster shit” warfare
When yer stuck on the shitter with no shit tickets in Oz yer all like, Who didn’t replace the shit tickets? instead of just going, Oh well, that’s just how it is in Asia.
Is it or is it not conceited that we have turned the ‘i’ into a proper noun? i’m going to stop doing that for a while, even at the beginnings of sentences.
We overheard this announcement on the radio today: Chris and I were tuned in when Lucy entered the room and was all like, What the fuck!? and I was like, Yeah, Gillard quit eh! and she was like, Bullshit!, which it was.
The sort of hilarious bullshit I have come to love about Australia, especially when it comes straight from on high like this.
Something else hilarious you might not believe is I once met Julia Gillard: I shook her hand, made her laugh and then got on the telly about it.
For the dubious benefit of Carly-Jay Metcalfe alone, who is allegedly going on a Facebook hiatus, and for the certain benefit of all y’all who are too timid to express your dislike of my uhnhilarious FB posts, I’m moving all my textual titillation to Socratic Ignorance is Bliss for a while, and maybe/probably a bit of Twitter. Starting with go.
Publishing this from the throne room: three red-wine poos before 11 am bodes well.
If I could be any herb in the world I would totally be a dill pickle.