Dear Diary Of Teen Girl That Dad Found In The Sock Cupboard And Broke Open The Little Lock To Read.
- i would like to take this opportunity to inform you that the Melbourne International Film Festival banner which was plastered all over the shop a month or so back did, in fact, portray a man and a woman kissing each other. the point of the image combined with the 'Need To Know?' slogan is to get you doing a double-take. to my mind, it lets you question your ideas about sexuality a bit - the litmus test is in your initial gut reaction to the picture. i thought it was very clever. it ended up being even more clever in practice, because the amount of people (at least, in my little work office) that were stupid and lax enough to go right into a whinge about how the campaign "wasn't right" or made them uncomfortable gobsmacked me. 'tis a bit hard to say, in the workplace, If You Don't Like It It Means You Are A Bigot You Fuckwit, so i didn't say it. but i surely fort it.
- i've liked regurgitator for some 10 years or so now. i attended their closing concert when they came out of the Bubble at Federation Square. my observations are thus:
- quan yeomans was very unenthusiastic upon leaving the Bubble. my thoughts are thus: get out of here.. don't carry on the anti-gloss attitude in the middle of all that Channel V ra ra that youse signed up to. dedicating 'I Sucked A Lot Of Cock To Get Where I Am' to yourselves is funny, but kind of appropriate, unfortunately. not that i care about all that 'sold out' crap; who am i. that said though, i might be slightly unenthusiastic having to Rock On after 3 weeks in a bubble.
- i said to my friend, it's rubbish how the general perception is that they made an album there in the Bubble, because they'd actually already written most of it - then this pudgy little know-it-all "Self-Elected Band Representative" black t-shirted trollop turned around and crowed, Actually They Only Promised To Record The Album In The Bubble Actually. fuck off. take your i'm-the-moderator-of-a-Regurgitator-band-forum analness elsewhere.
- the crowd was shit. what else could one expect. the channel V hosts all make me sick. the fireworks were a joke. i once nearly punched the Sonic Manipulator.
- parties full of horsemonsters are going on all around your township this weekend. go visit one. why, a few weeks ago (at a rave that i'm not sure why i went to) i met a puce partyogre who spend a good two hours telling me about the two or three Things He Could Do Well. it was fantastic. his idea of himself was that he was a good masseuse, and a good fighter. the thing is with these RoomAnimals is that they are usually diametrically opposite to these ideas of themselves which is good for a protracted ha-ha. i know he could not have been a good fighter by looking at his soul (dripping wet as it was, hanging pegged off of an ole Hills Hoist); and you can usually give anyone good massages if they're chewing their faces off. you could also have this pleasure that i had. the pleasure of being next to someone whose time and words are their presents to a grateful you. let's all give our tolerance a run around the block this weekend.