Alpaca

What? I need a reason to post a picture of an Alpaca on my blog? Damn you and your judgements straight to hell. It's my blog. Mine!

Me Wantee!!

I love this t-shirt. It's called "Adorable Disaster".
To be honest, I love a lot of the t-shirt designs over at www.threadless.com.
Sadly this one is all sold out in my size. I must wait for an eventual reprint.

12:34 5/6/07

Well that was a bit of a fizzer, wasn't it? The universe didn't collapse or anything.
Almost as big a letdown as the millennium.

Another Gentlemen's Absinthe Evening

Not being able to get all my oldest mates in one place very often had been a frustration for a very long time. A solution seems to be a bottle of top shelf absinthe. (In this case THIS one)
Another great evening of drinking and garbage-talking followed (although there was some horseplay later in the evening). All involved are eager for the next such evening to be arranged.

It should, however, be noted that, when drinking absinthe that contains a suspension of wormwood shavings, straining the wood through your teeth is not the best idea.

At War with the Imbeciles (part XXIV)

Of late, I've found the stupidity of modern culture increasingly frustrating. One of my greatest peeves has to be stupid "Serving Suggestions".
This one here truly takes the cake.


What the hell is that about?
I mean, seriously, what are they thinking?

As I understand it, a serving suggestion is supposed to be an example of how the food contained within the packaging might be served. (I assume this was born of some customer complaint that the picture did not accurately depict the contents). Thus a tub of yoghurt has a "serving suggestion" of the yoghurt in a bowl with a piece of fruit on it; a packet of couscous has an image of the couscous cooked and on a plate with a garnish. This I comprehend.

What I can not comprehend is the "suggestion" that a jar of peanut butter can somehow be "served" as reconstituted peanuts. How in hell am I supposed to do that? I'm pretty sure the peanut shells depicted in this "suggestion" would have been removed prior to the nuts hitting the blender, so there is no way in hell I'm ever getting those back, even if I could magically re-sculpt nuts out of the butter.

This, in my humble opinion, is stupidity of the highest order and reasonable grounds to start lighting fires in the supermarket aisles that contain the offending packages.
You have not heard the last of this.

Why I've become afraid to go camping.

Is it really a good idea to take Rambo of all people with you when camping? Didn't he flip out and kill a whole bunch of people last time he went camping?

"Black Friday in Black" Party Photos Finally Up

Okay, enough with the questions. I've been busy, okay? Click HERE and quit complaining. Regular blogging will resume shortly. Promise.

Spikey Tee at Lotus.

While Spikey was in town, putting the finishing touches on his album (which is starting to sound dope, by the way), he played a set at Lotus. Clearly, I was there.

Will Post Again Soon

I've been maaaad busy of late. I swear, there will be party pictures and a full report up here soon. As will other updates of my activities. However, at the moment I am in the midst of writing a treatment for a film and it keeps getting longer and time keeps getting shorter...
(The picture relates to the script, as well as the sensation I'm experiencing while writing it.)

More Prom Party Pictures Up

After a hell of a lot of fuss, including wiped memory cards; corrupted files; huuuuge emails and several upload stalls, I can finally direct you over here to see Deanne's pictures from the Prom Party.

All over

The end of another Womadelaide. Once Salif Keita had finished, I made my way over to see Mad Professor's DJ set. Once his last record stopped spinning, I made my way to my car. Exhausted. Elated. Done.

Watching the parade with Ruth

I spent most of the day with Ruth and her mother, cruising around and watching performers. However, I turn my back on them for just one minute and they almost get crushed by the parade and it comes rushing through. I pity the people who's rugs and bags got trampled by the surging parade.