Monday, June 29, 2009


That's my cat. She's like 14 or something. That's pretty old for a cat. But recently I've been trying to imagine what it's going to be like when my cat dies. I don't have a very good memory of my past, primary school is mainly a blur, as is pretty much all of my early childhood and, really, my first 3 years of high school, so there isn't really a time in my life when I can't remember my cat, Fuzzy, being around. It's going to be pretty sad and different when she dies. I'm not going to see her every morning run out of the way of the car, hear her late-night fights with that seedy ginger cat, feel her soft fur while she's munching away while simultaneously purring each night. I kinda don't want her to die.

But that leads me to pontificate on things we take for granted. Whether it's things like my cat that we expect to be there each and every day, even though I don't take special notice of her. Or maybe it's those people that when you catch the late train by yourself that you sometimes see and feel like you have a connection with them, even if they've never noticed you're there. I like those people.

On my late train, the people I love to see are:
  • The Asian woman who's mouth looks like a shark's mouth.
  • The fully sick businessman who always chews gum.
  • The scene chick who gives me weird looks.
  • The gnarly dude who listens to mix-tapes (ie. tape decks).
  • The super-hot Eurasian chick who's extremely short.
  • PJ Harvey girl: The ├╝ber-babe who I'd like to be friends with because she kinda looks like PJ Harvey.
Yeah, I give people their own little nicknames they'll never hear. Ever. I was going to compliments Eurasian chick the other day because she was wearing a mega-funky dress and was listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs, but I didn't. I couldn't face the reality that she'd give me a discerning look and think:
"This kid's a stalker who was looking at my iPod, WTF."
When all I'd like to do is tell her she looked really cool.

Wow...I love dream worlds...

Elliott Smith - Son of Sam

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


It's a bitch. I agree with some, I have no reason to be jealous of people. I have a fully functional family, I live in an upper-middle class suburb, I have a girlfriend, I have an iPod and iPhone, numerous consoles and luxuries. But because I don't have a really high "self-worth" (as retreat put it), I believe I have less than what's present in reality.
I'm jealous of Mr Kevin Pereira: he works on Attack of the Show, the best show on TV.
I'm jealous of Thom Yorke: he is an amazing songwriter with an incredible voice to match.
I'm jealous of Daniel Bouzo: he gets to meet King Juan Carlos I (King of Spain).
I'm jealous of anyone who gets to have sex.
It's sickening to think that I've got no artistic measure, no technical talent on my guitar or that I won't get the golden opportunity to be an ABC3 host.
It's depressing.

I've tried to write music: it failed (bar MxP and Dreamings). I practice my guitar more than most people would: I hardly get better. I want to be on fucking TV talking about shit I like. Fuck.

Retreat was a good time. Everyone was chilling and everyone was happy and I felt good. Now that the HSC is getting closer and everyone I know is pressuring me more, I'm starting to return to my dry self. Why am I so devoid of musical vision or guitar skills? How come the more I seem to practice, I still end up fucking up in my lessons with Steve? It's crap.

But some people would be jealous of me. Can't really see why, I'm such a dry and boring guy. How my girlfriend is attracted to me is yet another mystery. I guess this shit just stems from the whole self-worth thing. And how much I expect of myself. And how little I believe in myself.

Modest Mouse - Dance Hall

P.S. My parents are strict retards whom are trying to prohibit me from not sleeping, which I naturally don't do but am making worse by staying up until 1:30am every morning watching Wimbledon when I get up at 6 to get the train to school. Fucking assholes.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Hyper >>

Being a video game asshole, I have a shitload of Hyper magazines. It's a monthly mag that has info on everything. Thankfully I subscribe (nearly 3 years now) to it, as a month without Hyper would just be wrong. It's what I look forward to. It's one of the things that keeps me going. A little escape, you know? I have nearly a years worth of Hyper in my bathroom (yes, I read on the toilet).

It's not just the great journalism, interesting features, monthly columns and extremely informative reviews that I like so much. No. What instantly attracts me to each and every issue of this great magazine is the art direction. The entire magazine has a simple, effective theme which flows brilliantly with the screenshots in reviews and previews or feature photographs. Also, the cover always looks very polished and professional, but I guess that's the aim of one isn't it?

Or maybe I just like video games too much? Probably, after all, I've got 6 consoles, 3 rare Game and Watches and 4 handheld consoles. And a fuckload of games. Oh god, I'm so pathetic...
I think I'll get Issue 15 of Sneaker Freaker to increase my cool points (ta, Pills).

Common - The Light (comment if that link doesn't work, I bought it off the iTunes store)

Liam Lynch

Liam Lynch is a really fucking funny guy. He did "United States of Whatever" and that song was funny. And his album Fake Songs is extremely funny. And his web-show called Lynchland is amazingly funny. And he did the Tenacious D movie which I nearly wet my pants while watching. :. Mr. Lynch is a funny guy.

Plus he's actually a good musician (see: Get Up On The Raft) and has great taste in everything (like music and movies and pop culture in general). He's pretty much my favourite comedian of recent times.

Also, I got a shitload of seminal hip-hop and rap courtesy of Bouzo. Thanks man, I put Jungle Brothers, k-os and another Tribe... album on the USB. GZA/Genius - Liquid Swords is incredible. And Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx is really quite good also.

Might be time to either:
a) Study English
b) Set up Xbox Live
c) Bathe.

I'll go with c...maybe...

GZA/Genius - Shadowboxin' (feat. Method Man)

PS. You can listen to Dinosaur Jr. - Farm on their myspace. I recommend doing it.

Thursday, June 18, 2009


I'm writing a progressive rock epic.
It's called: Dreamings of a Retard Parts I-VII and is quite amazing/inspirational.
I'm pretty much the definitive songwriter of this generation. The Bob Dylan, if you will. I take it to the next level. Seriously.
It'll be a double album featuring myself and anyone else who wants to contribute to the 7 parts of pure genius.
Part 1: The Birthing and Characteristics
Part 2: The Demon Within
Part 3: Transit Blues
Part 4: Del Diablo Se Puso De Manifiesto
Part 5: Brain Scramble
Part 6: The Holy Valley
Part 7: The Bending Road

Also, Part VIII is a double album in itself.

I'll sell millions.

Here's some photos from a Dreamings session:

^ The Mastermind

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Beatles: Rock Band

I want this for my birthday with all the peripherals. It will be amazing.

Seriously. Complete my gaming life.


I hate celebrities. They don't deserve all the attention/praise/anything they deserve. Especially money. Why are celebs celebs? Why are they famous? They are just people doing their job. Why isn't my local butcher, Colin, on the cover of Who Weekly? I bet hanging around with him would be a million times more interesting and enjoyable that spending time with vapid whores like Paris Hilton on that skinny bitch...Nicole Richie.

But seriously, celebs sometimes aren't even actors (job), musicians (job) or TV Hosts (job) but are just rich fuckers (ie. Paris). These people are fucking fails at life. And as my iPhone dictionary above states, a celebrity is someone "widely honored and acclaimed" (honoured*). Stupid women like Penelope Cruz are shitty actresses (shit at their OWN PROFESSION) but are still widely known and loved by retards.

Also, them massive "stars" think they are better than everyone else just because they are part of movies. Actors should only be recognised if they play a role EXTREMELY well in a film that is ACTUALLY GOOD. (eg. Keir Dullea as Dr. David Bowman in 2001: A Space Odyssey or Steve Buscemi as Mr. Pink in Reservoir Dogs. Hell Jeff Bridges as Jeff "The Dude" Lebowski in The Big Lebowski is amazing.) Come to think of it, you never hear much of really good actor/esse/s but hear of only the shitty ones. The ones who make heaps of dosh doing a poor performance in their workspace and then exploit their person because people recognise them because they are on the silver screen. Why is Alistair MacLeod not a celebrity? He writes fucking incredible short stories.

And just you wait, there'll be yearly anniversaries for Heath's death. Does no one remember Herman Melville's death? It was September 28, 1891. In 2011, I'll have a moment of silence for when the author of my favourite epic novel died, 120 years ago from that day.

To restate, I hate celebrities. They should not exist. Brad Pitt should be treated the same as Colin Butcher (surname is not Butcher, would be cool, though) or a fucking scientist like the one and only Glenn Theodore Seaborg. He's the man.

Marvin Gaye - What's Going On

Pretty Shapes...


Sunday, June 14, 2009

A Nice, Little Collage...

Yeah, that's the best my iPhone can do.
But yes, it's everything I love. They are all the slips from my CDs (plenty more where they came from) and then my old GameBoy Pocket, some headphones and my trusty drug pen. I've written so many bad song lyrics with that pen.

And just because I like collages so much, here's a picture of my bedroom wall:

Please excuse the poor-quality photographs. They probably won't get any better.

Metronomic Underground

To follow suit, I've started my own blog also.
I admit, a bit lame but, hey, I do what I want.
That cool picture came up in google images when I typed in "Metronomic Underground"
I typed in "Metronomic Underground" because I'm listening to that song. It's by Stereolab. They fucking rule.

So yeah, I won't have any fancy-pants pictures like Hugh does on his great blog as all I have is my sister's old, reject digital camera that takes pretty bad photos. And an iPhone, but 2 megapixel camera.
What I will have is my taste in music and video games and some tech stuff and whatever things necessary.

Stereolab - Metronomic Underground