smellfish voodoo

Happy 21st Waffles!!

2006-05-11T00:22:00.000+10:00

Sorry about the chunder on your right

Saigon

2006-05-10T23:25:00.000+10:00

Back in Nam'

2006-05-10T22:34:00.000+10:00

Thought i would finally make a Vietnam post on my blog which has lay neglected for far too long, mainly because i have not had the internet at home for 4 months! Torture! haha, its actually not too bad having no internet i seem to go to bed earlier.

Second day in Hanoi i headed to this place 6km out of Hanoi called Snake Village on the back of a dodgy motorbike i had rented. A mental Charlie on was in control, I had met him earlier that day. He had no idea where the actual restaurant was and we drove around this dodgy vietnam suburb for atleast an hour.when we finally made it i was greeted with this, some form of cobra, i was told a king cobra, this crazy man who spoke english grinned and laughed with a cigarette in his mouth as he swayed this killer snake way too close for comfort.
Then i drank its blood and had a shot of rice wine including the beating heart of the evil devil snake. I was already quite stoned and this was all quite entertaining.
To Halong Bay i went in a tiny bus with no leg room, but that wasnt the worst of it! I was on the bus with 8 people all travelling together, including canadians, americans and australians they were all quite the annoying bunch and i was glad to find that i would not be on the same boat as them.

Below is a picture which reminded me of an Australian pool safety add when some defect kid drops his red ball in the pool, reaches in to grab it, falls in and drowns if my memory proves correct or maybe that is just how i wanted it to end. We were playing soccer with these little namese kids with that red ball, then this argentinian guy tried to show off and kicked it into the water, so this kid jumped onto his boat and grabbed it, funny funny, back onto devil deisel tourist boat.
In halong bay there are villages on water! Bizzare they live out there in the ocean on the man made islands, mainly farming fish or catching fish as i saw some local throwing tnt into the water near a cliff blasting fish out of the water.
One of the tourist boats in amongst all the cliff faced islands, my boat was better and i slept on it that night, along with a german, austrian and two austrians. we got drunk...

Up near the ching chong chinamens border this is in sapa, in the hills, minority villages galore, this was my guide Trune, he was a wierd guy and caught this fish, then we ate it...that night. Then Trune and me got drunk on rice wine, i was well entertained by Trune's attempts to chat up the 2 australian girls who were the only others in my group.
Ducks like water and there seemed to be lots of it around.
some mental case suicidal mountain girl called Anh who called me Samboy, plus a bunch of other not so homicidal mountain children which we played with by the river, they followed us around the whole day.
The mountain children, haha. how cute... Anh is on the right she looks nice but if your ever in Sapa watch out!
In some vietnam war caves in the middle of vietnam near kha shan ( i think thats what its called). jolly good. Two Guys from denmark infront of me which i kept running into all the way through my journey from hanoi to saigon.
Temples, kinda boring.
Some crazy boats, think it was near hoi an in the middle of nam' just next to a carpentry village, they go through the water by jumping up and down, kinda pumping over the water.
Mekong delta crazy stuff, its like the river is a highway, everything revolves around it, it seems to be the way to get around.
More meekong. woo

Couldnt really be bothered going into great detail, but there you have it the first post on my blog for 5 months and very cut down version of my trip to Nam'

Agent: Orange

2006-01-13T20:33:00.000+11:00

Oi oi. Just completed a lame 50 hour week. My fingers have some sort of temprorary arthritis caused by the washing of many stinking colonial windows. For all those wondering if my falls mission was a success, well it indeed was, the whole operation was very simple, walk around the checkpoint through the bush for 1km then walk across a road and jump over a fence. Piece of cake.

I am off to Vietnam on Wendesday for a month. Monday is my last day of work, Yay. This blog shal most likely lie dormant for that period although i may plug a few travel posts in along the way. Huzzah.

Commando mission: The War Room

2005-12-29T21:59:00.000+11:00

Living at home

2005-12-28T22:34:00.000+11:00

Kick It!

You wake up late for school man you don't wanna go,
You ask your mom please but she still says NO!
You miss two classes and no homework
but your teacher preaches class like your some kind of jerk

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

Your pops caught you smokin man he said "NO WAY!"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day!
Man living at home is such a drag
now your mom threw away your best porno mag,(Busted)

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

You gotta fight

Get outta this house if thats the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you outta my home if you dont CUT THAT HAIR!!
Your mom busted in and said WHAT'S THAT NOISE!?!?
Aww, mom you're just jealous its the BEASTIE BOYS!!!

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

You gotta fight, for your right,
to paaaaaaaaaarty

Paaaaaaaaaarty!

Paaaaaaaaaarty!

Commando mission: NYE

2005-12-21T19:36:00.000+11:00

The pain of it all, sold out! I know this was old news a month or more ago. What is Sabu to do for New Years Eve? Will it be another wasted new years to be lost from my memory. No! I’m taking a stand! Due to my slack organisation skills in getting stuff together for India which I thought I would be going to early December I did not buy a ticket to Falls. EBay bastards have jacked the price to $200 - $400 a pop. And due to my mid-mid-mid life crisis I am going through I worked out I will only have like 10 more good new years opportunities before I reach the dreaded age of 30! 10 more good new years in my life, lame!!!

But onto the mission. Plans are underway to sneak into falls. Not doing anything as advanced as forgery but by going bush, I will be trekking through the bush on my way to falls, See you all there! more detailed plans will be posted.

I will conquor the.

It Can't Be......Mel Gibson

2005-12-19T19:03:00.001+11:00

Drunk....again

2005-12-18T03:42:00.000+11:00

Purple sneakers. Last one of the year, or perhaps ever, good night in all. But the biggest surprise was the sandwich which i bought from 7 11, its fucking awesome! i thought that it would be shit but yah yah yum. Premium Chicken Sweet Chili Tasty Cheese, good as. Tad expensive though in the 5 dollar mark......ew gotta work at 11.....not good..

Smellfish

2005-12-16T14:11:00.000+11:00

Good smells

-Petrol
-Coming Storm
-Cut grass (includes petrol)
-Leather
-Cap guns and party poppers
-Electronic smell. My bass amp seems to make this smell. It’s like solder fumes or magnet fumes I can’t put my finger on it, but it is so good.
-New stuff, clothes usually contain this smell.
-Pub smell (when I’m not hung over)
-Food (most of the time)
-Tobacco (not when burning)
-Airports (I think this relates to my love for petrol)

Bad smells

-My kitchen
-Both my fridges
-Weed
-Grease traps (especially when being pumped)
-Porta-loos (especially when being pumped)
-Cat shit
-Cat spew
-I hate cats
-Pub smell (when hung over)
-Urine smelling hobos
-People on the tram
-Trams
-Fat people on a summers day
-Babies
-Indian’s left hand
-decomposing animal corpse
-Voodoo fish

Suggestive?

2005-12-14T21:39:00.000+11:00

Check out this picture above, looks pretty innocent now doesn’t it? I thought it did as I was looking at an ice cold can of creaming soda I was holding in my hand. It was only when I looked closer, past the innocence that I began to notice things. Do you see them? use the seedy side of your brain the part which projects glorious images of your enemies dieing in the most gruesome way. I swear this whole creaming soda package is a sham!

That boy is giving that old man a blow job! I swear. This is old packaging, maybe dated 1940s maybe even 1920s, there is a wooden wheeled cart in the picture to give evidence of that period. Wasn’t paedophilia all the rage in those days? They probably used to do it on the streets. That little kid is giving him a blow job in order to obtain that creaming soda which the old man is holding in his hand. Look too, look at the title on the wooden cart! "Soda pops" what does this translate to? "soda" = sugar filled drink, bubble filled, but most importantly sugar filled, so "soda" translates to "sugar" then "pop" well of course we all know that pop in the old days was used in calling someone’s father or grandfather, so pop translates into "daddy" what does this make "SUGAR DADDY" sugar daddy otherwise known as pimp or large black sex machine to us modern folk. Soda pop from the 1920s can be modernised into "sugar daddy". So what it seems to be is that in the old days old men would go around giving out creaming soda to little children if they in return gave head. I have exposed this whole devil operation!

Now look below at the modernised version of this outdated packaging, it is much more truthful, I would be much happier purchasing a product with this labelling on it. Nothing hidden, no subliminal messaging. Which one would you buy? Make the right choice, the one that is truthful, obtaining no lies!

ENTER

2005-12-12T15:57:00.000+11:00

HA ha, all those year 12 childrens will be receiving thier "life altering" results today in the form of an ENTER score. I remember the days, year 12, quite an insignificant year really just seems to bleed into the ends of the neighbouring years. The numerical results had no effect on where I am now, none at all!

Drafted

2005-11-24T14:46:00.000+11:00

I'm going to Nam to fight the evil communists! Napalm death for all, im packing it all in my shoe, gonna buy matches when i get there. Bought my ticket today, leave on the 18th JAN stop over in Kuala Lumpur for a couple hours then get into the Capital of Vietnam, Hanoi on the 19th. Then my mission begins, to track down that bastard! that fucking bastard who never dies! The Patriot, god damn! fucking tomahawk...Mel Gibson, god damn it!!!

Fucking die mother fucker! In going to Vietnam i hope to enter the world that was created in the film "We were soldiers" which stared Mel Gibson, once i enter the world in which Mel Gibson is an American soldier i will be able to kill him with the Napalm which i have cleverly hidden in my shoe, i will pose as a journalist, indeed, Mel Gibson will be none the wiser, then the last thing he will see before his greusom napalm death is me hopping on one leg while setting my shoe on fire with the matches i had purchased earlier.

Below is a picture of the desired napalm death explosion that will be the end of Mel Gibson. After i do that i will head south from Hanoi towards Ho Chi Minh city, dont know what will happen between those two places but i have 4 weeks to putter around and drink cheap beer. Be back in town on 16th FEB, with war stories and post traumatic stress, woo hoo.

viet - nam.

Chocolate Milk

2005-11-20T21:19:00.000+11:00

You relise how much of a kid you are when your making mashed potatoes and relise you actually made all of your normal milk into chocolate milk the night before.

Dumb, dumb.

Nudibranchs!

2005-10-03T23:55:00.000+10:00

Look, look i told you! space slugs. They already have our satellites! Go away stop disobeying your King! obey! King Sabu commands.

Space Slugs

2005-10-03T23:27:00.000+10:00

I was just doing some research for a Uni assignment I am doing. Basically i am creating a fictional world where space is inhabited (space as in stars, moon etc.) not empty space. It is inhabited by space creatures feeding off of space stuff, dont argue against this! its fictional meaning it can be what ever i want it to be, meaning that i am the king...fools. Anyways down to the interesting stuff, I was looking for animals which live off sunlight, because for all i know there is not much else but light in space and i wanted to have some grounded things in my fictional world. Anyhoo, in my research adventure i discovered these creature called "nudibranchs" which eat algae, the algae then lives within their body soaking up light and in turn photosynthesising it into sugar, basically feeding the animal. I found some particulary cool slugs called "petraeolidia ianthina" shown in the picture below. They capture and farm microscopic plants in its own body, the plants flourish in the environment, they convert the suns energy into sugar which feeds the slug thing, some nudibranchs are so efficient they barely have to eat just live off the ecosystem inside of their own body! This is crazy shit and brings my crazy space slug theory even closer to non fiction than ever thought. If slugs like this can be so self sufficient perhaps they could live in space. Space slugs are out there, i swear!

The Grudge

2005-09-24T05:03:00.000+10:00

This has to be one of the scariest films I have ever seen. Totally screwed with my mind, pure terror. The film is not all that plot driven, there is a plot which is nice and simple but the movie doesn't seem to rely heavily on it. I have always been scared of undead children, gotta be one of the scariest things ever, i mean who would not be scared of this?

If your going to watch this movie make sure you have a good comedy to follow as i for one did not want to leave the lounge room let alone the sofa for that matter. Man shopping for clothes is nothing, watch this movie and experience pure terror.

4 1/2 stars : Evil undead children = maximum terror

Fuck it, noise outside my room! No way am i leaving this chair that i am in. Fuck you undead children! leave sabu alone he loves all, even undead evil children. I have skittles, everyone likes skittles.

Saw

2005-09-23T14:26:00.000+10:00

I viewed the film "Saw" last night and i have to say i laughed out loud at some of the acting by the two main characters who were stuck in the room. Some of those lines sounded like will ferrel was saying them in some cheesy voice. But the Movie still managed to scare the shit out of me at times and i slept a little less securely that night. I would also like to say that i am dissapointed that the main character Adam played by the australian guy who also wrote the movie should not of had an american accent. It annoyed me the for the whole movie, it didnt sound american it sounded like some sqeely annoying near dead animal.

3 1/2 stars : Not a waste of time

Shopping Phobia

2005-09-23T13:52:00.000+10:00

Recently my beloved jeans have turned to shit, holes are popping up all over them and growing with size with every wear. The simple solution to this would be to buy new jeans! I thought this would be simple enough, go to a shop pick out a pair of jeans exchange money and leave. But as i went into the first shop and began to browse through thier selection of jeans. A phobia struck me down which i had never experienced before. I never ever liked clothes shopping in the first place but never had the distaste for shopping hit me so hard. My hands became clammy, sweat was building all over, light headed i quickly removed my self from the shop with great relief. It struck fast and unexpectadly, this shopping phobia! I am not one to be scared or affraid of something, but this shopping was taking its toll. I wanted new jeans but there was some sort of mental barrier preventing me from aquiring them, it felt like i was doing something terrible in buying clothes.

I found i am still fine shopping for proper products but clothes is a niche which causes problems. Perhaps the clothes i was looking at were so terrible that they were making me feel uncomfortable. Perhaps the high pressure sales tactics were making me edgy, the sales assistant asking me if i need help, then lurking behind me when my answer was no. Why should shopping for clothes be such an effort. I just want some 'normal' jeans regular fit, regular colour.

Today i thought i would ease my self into the whole shopping experience by wondering around the new melbourne central, perhaps if i surround my self in this unfamiliar environment of clothing consumption i could enable my self to become one with the machine. This idea did not work at all. I ended up retreating into a book shop where i excluded my self from the clothing consumption line with great relief.

Now i wonder am i a freak? am i doomed to look like a street hobo, with 10 year old tattered clothes? Is it that i lack understanding of clothing, lack the oversite of fashion. Where has this phobia come from? I now understand phobia to a degree. I used to look down on people with a phobia of something like a spider, its " just a spider man, get over it". Its just fucking pieces of cloth sewn togther with cotton, just pick one, pay some money and get out. But these clothes have taken on an evil form why can i not just buy something! Maybe my super brain skills are allowing me to see the true story behind the clothes, maybe i am subconsiously picturing little 8 year old children in sweat shops stitching these garments togther. I dont understand my phobia and until i do i dont think it will be conquered with ease.

Now i feel retarded. Only thing to do is try again.
EEK

Evil Animals: Animal 1

2005-09-14T01:31:00.000+10:00

I am here to inform you of the evil animals which lurk among us. You may encounter them everyday and may even befreind them. Perhaps giving them names such as Duncan or Moses. I have come across many animals in my day and I am here to inform you of the evil ones. The animals that wish upon your demise, they dream of murdering you in your sleep. Their motives are unknown but their actions are clear and concise. "Death to you all" they chant in thier coded languages, congregated in thier hay filled pens, hollowed trees and miniature houses. Hatebred animals, serial killers, baby killing (sometimes eating). This is a guide to survival for you all to pay close attention to.

Roosters! They are evil!

It was back in the day, 1990 to be exact. Blonde haired blue eyed, frollicking in the sunny, blue skyed backyard, the only care in that i had was the colour of icypoles and marshmallow pie. I had no idea an evil monster was hidden in the prickle bushes plotting its attack, sharpening its talons with the intention of them tearing through my poor innocent 5 year old soul. I spotted the rooster, it had suddenly appeared in the middle of the green grass lawn which I had been frolicking amongst. Solitary amongst a field of green.

As I had only ever seen roosters in wire cages before i was oblivious to the fact that they were evil, demented creatures bent on killing, kept in those grotty cages for our own safety. My inocence got the best of me that day. I skipped across the dewy grass towards my new best freind who had come to visit me. "How glorious a new pet" - I was thinking. What fantastical adventures will we get up to? But as i skipped merily closer and closer i relised that it had different agenda than I. The menacing creature spread its wings, and took up an aggresive stance which i had never expected. My skip jolted to a stop and then transformed into a run in the opposite direction as the hell bent rooster sprinted towards my flailing 5 year old body. My terror crept through my spine as i could feel the rooster closing the gap between me and him. The house was not far but it might as well of been 100km away. The gremlin was too fast for my scrauny human legs, it lunged towards my soft skinned face with its infected talons which it had sharpened the previous night. The attack was short but left the mark of violance, a long scar on my right cheak began to bleed as I continued to run for shelter. Shelter was near but as was the rooster, its evil black beady eyes glistening with death fire, finnaly i made it. Shelter slamming the door behind me I collapsed into my birthgivers arms with terrified tears running in through the roosters hate blood.

This is why Roosters are evil and i advise all to stay clear of these evil evil creatures.

This is what the rooster controlled media doesnt want you to see.

Mugatu!!!!

2005-09-13T15:47:00.000+10:00

Bravado

2005-09-11T03:50:00.000+10:00

A marvelous set by Bravado to launch thier first EP of 4 tracks. Not so marvelous but still entertaining support by the band Colusion, this band was a mash of every single popular rock band in the charts today, collusion that is. Bravado are a cool mix of old school rock n roll mixed with a splash of youth of today type straight edge punk and keyboard which is reminisent of Rocket Science (go the accountant!) public bar was packed unusually and the bar tender wouldnt serve me a beer unless I said please, bitch, get me a fucking beer! The customer is always right. I said please enough to get well wasted and rock up very late to party in north melbourne where i drank more, was subjected to god damn karaoke where they refused to do the only good song on thier karaoke cd Motorhead - Ace of spades. I then walked all the way from north melbourne to fitzroy, god damn! I walked through melbourne uni searching for unlocked bikes as i was stumbling quite badly by this stage and was in dire need of some sort of effortless transport (i had no money for a taxi). After going through melbourne uni i found no bike unlocked, obviously no body trusts anbody anymore which is a good thing because i would of felt hell guilty in the mourning after stealing someones bike. But between melbourne uni and my house on smith street i felt the saliva building in my mouth a tell tail sign of a spell of vomit which i ended up doing right near nicholson street near the melbourne museum, but the vomit tasted good and i ventured on finnaly making it home to type this drunken blog post. Hurray.

The Patriot, revisited

2005-09-10T16:43:00.000+10:00

It has been playing on my mind this whole Patriot movie and the fact that Mel Gibson unfortunatly did not die in the film. Why? I ask my self, how can this be? How could this tomahawk win against this mighty sword, this crappy tomahawk made of wood by some mescaline junky indian or perhaps an under fed black cotton slave possing as a mescaline junkie indian in order to make some extra money in order to escape the south in the back of a bus.

Mel Gibson may just be an awesome American, because we all know that Americans are all awesome as we learn at the movie theatre, we also learn that Americans are of course better than the British in this movie The Patriot, which makes me feel like I could pass American history with flying colors* The British only conquered the world where as America conquered Cuba, Vietnam and the Middle east....

Back to the tomahawk even with Mel Gibson's awesomeness this weapon would be highly ineffective only having a range of 1 foot extension from the arm would seem worthless in a fight against a 3 foot long sword, the only chance he should of had was by throwing the damn thing at the fuckers skull, like he did earlier in the movie.

So you can see the match up I found pictures of a similiar sword and the exact tomahawk used in the movie the patriot.

British sword, razor sharp, super strong, made by talented english blacksmith.

Awesome Mel Gibson's tomahawk, wood handle, cast axe head for maximum crapness, phony carvings on handle for extra super powers and grip, useless nobby thing on blade head,

*I know that colour is spelt "colour"

Fear and Loathing

2005-09-09T21:54:00.000+10:00

This movie was awesome I am now convinced that Johnny Depp is the greatest actor in the history of the world. I dont think I have seen him in a bad movie.

Plus, Johnny Depp recently bought the rights to the book shantaram for 2 million dolars he is going to star as lyndsay (the main character). Shantaram is a non fictional book written by an Australian prisoner who escaped, then snuck away to bombay where he lived for 10 years in the slums, making ends meat by working for a large mafia boss mainly selling drugs. Apparantly Russel Crowe had his eye on the role, but Johnny snatched it up, although Russel was so excited about the movie being made that he offered to be co-producer. It is one of the greatest books I have ever read! Movie is supposed to be coming out in 2007. I doubt it will be made in time though, for pirates of the carribean 2 and 3 are supposed to be be filmed in 2006-07.
This is the book, go read it now!

Back to fear an loathing...

5 stars easily. I will watch this many times again.

Dr. Gonzo: [singing] Let's give the boy a lift.
Raoul Duke: What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country."You can turn your back on a person, but, never turn your back on a drug. Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye."

"We've gotta get out of here. I think I'm getting the fear man. "

"Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. "

Hitchhiker: Hot damn. I never rode in a convertible before.
Raoul Duke: Is that right? Well... I guess you're about ready, then, aren't you?
Dr. Gonzo: We're your friends. We're not like the others, man, really.
Raoul Duke: No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on you, understand?
Dr. Gonzo: Heh heh heh...
Raoul Duke: [as the Hitchhiker stares at them nervously] Get in.

Mysitc River

2005-09-09T21:51:00.000+10:00

In an effort to save your soul and time I am expressing my dislike for this movie. Do not waste your precious units of time in viewing this bad bad movie. Directed by Clint Eastwood it was clearly a piece of hollywood crap spat off the movie production line simply trying to play with the audiences emotions with god damn good acting, but this acting is just a screen to avoid you from relising how bad this story is and how stupid the characters are. Characters which annoy and a stupidly obvious story line attribute to utter brain aches. At the end scene when de niro is killing his friend who was molested as a child it is so utterly fucking annoying, it is so annoying when a character in a movie doesnt just tell the truth, somehow they cant work out what to say! and the result is highly annoying situations, where you feel like throwing the remote at the wall and writing a letter to the movies script writer! Just fucking say where you put the body of the guy you killed! prove the you didnt kill his daughter but a stupid child molester! and use your brain to work out why he may not believe you! then show him the fucked up mutilated corpse of the man you killed!!!

All signs point to : 2 stars. Do not watch this movie.

2005-09-06T18:44:00.000+10:00

Dubliners

How cool are the dubliners. All for me grog

2005-09-01T05:25:00.000+10:00

MUSAIC

Hey you can now all check what music is going through my ears by going to.

LASTFM

2005-08-31T04:49:00.000+10:00

THE PATRIOT

I just watched this movie "the patriot" starring Mel Gibson, what a crap movie. Clearly aimed at some soft minded fool, who doesnt even pay attention to the dialogue. So melodramatic and so crap! How the fuck could Mel Gibson beat that trained english soldier with a fucking tomahawk which looked like it was made for a kid. The handle was made out of wood! The sword would have surely sliced through that. So god damn bad, what a waste of time.

2005-08-29T17:10:00.000+10:00

CAVE CLAN

You walk over them every day, do you even know what it is? Are you oblivious to the Morlocks that dwell in the darkness beneath your feet, I was. But today I joined these mole people on a journey beneath the wonderous Eloi world and into the intriguing darkness of Melbournes Underground drainage system.
My Journey began with a frickon long bike ride from Smith Street, Fitzroy to St Grace Park, Hawthorn, i discovered there is no infrastructure for bikes to be riden on main roads! and that my fitness is questionable. But after all that effort I found my people, the people i was due to meet, the morlocks who would show me this underground world and take me through the gateway.
A crawl though a broken fence and a climb down some rusted metal rungs brought me to the entrance, quite large thankfully. I was expecting some sort of snake hole. But when greeted with this entrance (pic below) I felt quite accomodated.

I entered the cave along with about 20 regulars, all who were used to climbing through the underground. Many gadgets were present and also many long knecks. The first Part of the tunnel was spacious and accomodating with two choices in the first 2 meters, one small tunnel that would take us to the yarra or another huge passage that would take us towards Camberwell. We chose the spacious one (of course).
The spacious tunnel went for quite a while, it even ran right under an abandoned antique shop, its wooden floor exposed to this underground river. After about 1km of easy traveling we hit a smaller but still easily negotiable tunnel that ran for about 1km. At a split in the tunnel there was a break which included a large firework which filled the tunnel and plumed out of the road grate above. This was where most of those 20 people chose to exit the tunnel and continue their tunneling towards camberwell on a different line. 5 of us were left in the original tunnel and we forged on into a massively long brick drain which worked my thighs like no thigh master could ever. A wierd position had to be adopted in order to stop your self from slipping and getting wet, the position was eventually abandoned after about 300 meters as i could feel cramps creeping in, i walked right in the middle, it was wet but much easier. (pic below)

Another choice was to be made, one tunnel went to Camberwell and the other one also did, apparantly splits like this are common in drain pipes and they almost always end up crossing over again. (pic below)
God damn! more endless brick pipes and not as high, kneck pain was highly evident. It is the greatest relief when a man hole is passed by and you have the oppurtunity to extend your spine fully, the way it was intended. Also it is quite funny to watch peoples reactions when you yell out of the man hole.
Boring brick! The adventure continues.
The final tunnel was deffinatly the worst, only about 1 and a bit meters of head clearance ment that hands and knees were mandatary, most deffinalty a struggle to get to the end of that one! but we finnaly entered a room type thing with its own man hole! I think we were all sick of tunneling after the most previous 1 meter high drain and decided to clamber out. The manhole was mighty heavy and being right in the middle of a footpath we had to be careful of Eloi pedestrians but finnaly i was able to pull myself out into the blinding natural light, also greeted by great co-incidence by the 15 or so other cave claners that we were draining with before. It was quite wierd climbing out of a man hole in camberwell junction covered in drain slime probabaly in a daise while my eyes were trying to adjust to the suns harsh rays. (below a pic of some of the fellow drain explorers some odd, one whos name was Quantum.)
I now know what is beneath and I found my self even on the way home looking for man holes which could lead to a new underground adventure.

2005-08-25T17:22:00.000+10:00

FLOWER POWER

Check out my wickedly awesome flowers. They bloomed only recently 3 months after they were planted! I think that is a long time but my little knowledge of horticulture doesnt allow me to make any such guess. I was afraid there would not be enough sun light in my dingy backyard but i am proven wrong, thankfully. Many other plants have not faired so well in my hostile backyard, withering to death infront of my teary eyes. Boo fucking hoo, stupid plants, no brains in those flowery petals only pollin for bee sex.

2005-08-19T05:53:00.000+10:00

INDIA

Thats right im planing on a trip to India. These uni holidays, most likely at the end of November. The land of diarehea and $3 hostels. I will take my self from Delhi to Mumbai (bombay) and then on to Goa to frollick with the hippies all this in 4 weeks. I am excited but worried at the same time. Excited about going to one of the most diverse and interesting countries in the world. Worried about traveling on my own and the total culture shock I am sure to encounter. I am estimating that the disease of begging is far worse in India compared to my native Smith street and heard that this is hard to handle as the amount of people begging is overwhelming at times. But on the light side, colourful cities, foreign culture, amazing architecture, elephants, tigers and 1 billion people will all add to my epic adventure. Hopefully i can get organised in time, with my passport, visa and traveling equipment yet to be aquired and flight ticket..

2005-08-12T08:12:00.000+10:00

Insult

Thought i would make up a list of things that insult me or annoy me.

1) People who do not drink all the beer contained in thier beer glass.
2) People who do not eat all the food they are given.
3) People who walk slowly
4) I hate when your walking with someone and for some reason they dont relise that they have to turn and they just keep walking straight! As your on the outside lane you are forced to walk in the same trail as they do or walk into them. Look below for more clerification.
5) When dishes are left in the kitchen sink, i dont mind if they're on the floor just not in the sink.
6) People who measure maturity by age.
7) Girls who dont drink beer, I would drink vodka and rasberrys too but beer is half the price so if im buying drinks dont winge. Number seven also links up to number 1. If you buy beer for someone they should drink it all or atleast give the remainder to somebody else.
8) Close minded people, There brains are like rocks.
9) Close minded hippies, they are worse than close minded conservatives.
10) People who ask me for change, get a job dumb arse. Or stop spending all your money on weed and alcohol.
11) Picture below. Speaks for its self.
12) Anyone who thinks that the person in the above picture is funny

This is all i could think of, pretty crappy list really.....I may update it when i think of more crap that shits me to tears.

2005-08-07T06:56:00.000+10:00

Wake up Sam

Being a lover of sleep an adorer of dream time I sometimes find it a huge problem to get up before 10 in the mourning. This may be attributed to the fact that my average bed time would be 1am or the fact that i eat food right up until i go to bed. But no, I will not accept these weak excuses! I had to find a way to still stay up until 1am and continue to down a bottle of coke while brushing my teeth. I had to maintain my normal way of life.
Papow! the idea hit me, food, food is energy, why can i not even lift my head at 8am in the mourning? I have no energy therfore i need food! But alas food is always in the kitchen and i can not walk all 10 meters to the kitchen let alone turn my body over. My solution was simple, food within arms reach was needed, but what? breakfast foods are not easily stored next to beds they involve milk or a toaster etc. My solution was the age old breakfast bar! a bar of energy for me to energise enough to roll onto the floor and stumble up the stairs to shower. This will surely work. I have already bought the bars, K-time bars, tasty indeed!
These k time bars will surely eliminate my day time dilema of sleeping in. Go kellog! my all time favourite old school nutritionist. As my experiment continues i will update this post with diary entries, if this works i may spread joy among all night owl uni students!

2005-08-01T18:27:00.000+10:00

Crossing Event

I dont have time to write a proper post but here are some pictures of our finished creation. We transformed level 4 of building 87 to create an Event. An Event by altering space. I'll post a further explanation later after we see the results of the event. Hopefully no one will be pissed off. I dont suspect much of it will last more than an hour.

Below is the forest of boxes.

Below is the newspaper wall.

A few of the boxes we collected.

2005-08-01T09:01:00.000+10:00

http://www.peugeot-concours-design.com/en/

I was just checking out the results of the Peugeot Car design competition, which they run every year. Some pretty cool designs. some long hours spent infront of the computer i would say.
This "moovie" car was the winner of the competition, pretty lame name but a cool looking original design. Im not sure how it all is ment to work, basically i think there are two giant hubless wheels up the back which you actually go through to enter the car. Peugeot always seem to pick a design which is wack so i dont know why anyone bothers entering normal looking cars like this one below. I have to say this person do a damn good job in the computer department, but i would not say that there was a lot of time spent with some paper and a pen.
My own attempt at a car does not stray too far from the flock, but i like the shape. Took me a million years anyhow, so like it! It is Below. I based it off of that jetsons space ship which folds into a suitcase, unfortunatly I could not work how to fit a car into a suitcase so suffer! i Shall also suffer with you because a car which would fit into a suitcase would be quite handy indeed.
Here are some other cars i thought were well done.

2005-07-28T04:47:00.000+10:00

As i am a Plebian Uni student i often feel the urge to shop but do not have the money, but there is a solution. Chinese import shops take advantage of the weak chinese dollar, cheap child labour and allow us who are less saturated by money to go buy lots of shit. Most things are about a dollar or so and there are tonns of useful things packed onto the rows of shelves all insanely priced.

This! An ice cube bag $1 they are awesome, Another disposable plastic invention, but quite handy indeed.

All that water is from rain not the ice melting.

This is my favorite, a fake plant. It looks so good, it sits atop my computer screen adding greenness to my otherwise artificially shaded room which is mostly a shade of clothes, bottles and general junk. Before my plant came into my life the only green you could find in my room would have probabaly been mould or weed.

2005-07-14T12:37:00.000+10:00

This is my first post