And here you were thinking i'd forgotten about all this.
Its been some time and my world has changed dramatically. The most important thing recently that has happened was that i finally acquired my busking license. You can only imagine how boundlessly happy i was when given this small piece of paper in a convenient plastic sleeve.
It also serves is where i keep excess coinage.
Dollar dollar bills yall.
(I intend to put more time into my posts. That is certainly what i have done with this one. This is however going to be the biggest post that i have done, Thus the name. I have realised i go on mad tangents sometimes and they can be hard to follow. So instead of focusing on one story like i should i am just going to manage my tangents by putting them in parentheses. Hopefully it makes it easier.)
I havent had work since my last post, save sporadic days of work that i have been given maybe once a week. I have been busking almost every day since i got my license. Its amazing. Its feels great to be in a job that is exactly what you want to do, making good money, working only for yourself with no one above you you must report to.
On the first night me and James went out. I was pretty nervous, it had been some time since i did this last and that, was by no means, like this.
A good 60% of people in this city are like trains. They are on their own personal rail from their last destination to their next. They do not stop, they do not look around, they are completely unwavering in their dedication to their goal. I'd swear that a good 20% of those people don't actually see that there is a man twirling fire right next to them.
(Infact. Now that i think about it that is exactly what happened last night. Little ol' me was doing ma thang in my spot in red square. I saw a woman crossing the road to my right, i almost heard the 'chugga chugga chugga chugga' that her engines must of been making. She was walking with her head down trundling along at a breakneck shuffle towards my flimsy orange circle. I spun my flames straight in her path of vision but she just kept coming. she trundled straight through my circle while i spun fire around her.
She rolled her rickety way far away from where we stayed. Off into the sunset she went. Did she ever reach her destination? Was she waylaid by robbers along the way? I couldn't say. But sometimes i look at the sunset on a warm Melbourne day i can almost hear a 'toot toot' on the horizon and i know shes out there. Somewhere.)
So while there are significantly more people in Melbourne no more people seem to stop than in Dunedin.
The difference is, however, those people who stop give much much more.
Me and James went out, first night. expecting to make max 60 bucks. We sat out there playing about for people and were getting alot of gold which is great. Some people said it was amazing and other said they appreciate what we are doing, which is, always a pleasant thing to hear.
These four guys came up, obviously drunk, and just went nuts over it. They bloody loved it. I did two shows and they came up to give me some coin. One guy dropped a handful of coins. Another, not to be outdone gave a more golden handful of coins. The next dropped a 10 dollar note, the tension was in the air, would the last man give more? Could he afford to beat his friend?
A single yellow note emerged from his wallet '50' it said my heart skipped a beat an-
Yeah he gave me 50 bucks it was pretty cool.
That night we made just shy of 90 bucks in two hours. Happy days.
I'm learning alot about people. Gathering a crowd is hard. Especially without music. Its amazing this herd mentality we have. Crowds of people will walk by and throw only a chance glance my way but as soon as the first person stops within seconds you will have 10 people stopped then it snowballs so quickly until you have a huge crowd.
The kids don't realise it but they are my best money making asset. Whether it is a 5 year old making his lopsided gallop towards the crazy fire man or a twelve year old tugging his parents to watch the dirty hippy burn himself, kids are always the first ones to make my crowd.
Lately i have been visited by a pack of kids, they range from year 9 to what looks like around year 12 they are in Melbourne on a volleyball trip. They cant hope to get anything higher than 5th but they reckon they can get 5th.
They have watched me every single night i have been out in the past week.
They must have a hotel close by or something because they are always on Southbank. They have been really helpful. They have told me what looked good, what i should stop doing, what i should start doing. I Dont listen to everything they ask me to do (I can't do a fucking backflip stop asking!) but i dont think they mind too much.
I wrote that about a week ago. maybe more I don't know. Alot has happened since then. Things were looking up. I got a job fire dancing through a friend of a friend. Its going to be tomorrow. New years eve. i've been practicing for it for a while and its been good.
The job is on the ninth story balcony of this guys house. it has a 270 degree view of the city so that when new years eve hits the horizon so too will the abusrd amount of fireworks that will be dispensed on that night. The performance is going to link up so that the crescendo of the song will sync with midnight.
Its going to look so fucking sweet.
I did have a few problems though.
So a few days ago i had my first go doing fire on the balcony. The fire went out halfway through the song.
i had sort of expected it but the idea was that i would have my other poi dipped and ready to go.
I went busking the other night and i had a reasonable crowd. I was doing well and the crowd was enjoying it.
I heard a gasp of shock and looked up to see a fireball sitting in the midst of the crowd.
My poi had broke. in the middle of the show..
'everyone give it up for faulty equipment!!!'
silence
'yeah exactly no one likes that shit. This wasnt my fault my friends this is jugglearts fault and im actually fairly pissed off that they would sell me these trash poi. but wait around for a second or two more and i'll be ready to go again!'
So they did wait and i kept going and made a solid 30 bucks off that crowd.
Backtracking to where i was before i realised i needed to buy some new poi but Juggleart was closed till the 14th so i couldnt get replacements so i texted everyone i knew who did poi and asked them where they knew where i could buy poi or whether i could borrow theirs.
most text back saying go to juggleart
cool, thanks.
one dude text back and said that off ya tree sold poi but also that i could borrow his.
Keep in mind i had met this guy once. on a tram, on my way home.
I hadnt texted him since or seen him but he was all good with me using his poi.
i declined his offer of borrowing his poi to go buy some from off ya tree.
they were among the most pitiful poi ive ever seen but i bought them anyway because i needed them.
Fast forward to rehearsal on the balcony and lo and behold the new poi went out in like 40 seconds.
Cool beans.
So i called Brad ( the tram man) and asked him whether i could still borrow his poi. He asked me what the big deal was, why i needed poi so bad and i told him the whole situation to which he answered:
'dude why dont we just do a doubles act? i mean, i wont take any money for it'
A smile spread across my face because this dude would single-handedly save my performance. So fucking pleased.
We only had a few days to practice so we got to it quickly. we got one song choreographed in a day and we were thinking ' damn this is going to look sweet'
We went home to get some rest and practice the next day.
I had been paid in advance for my gig it was a considerable sum and i was stoked.
Finally i had enough money to buy something that wasnt oats and eggs.
I didnt have enough money in the bank account to transfer my rent to my landlord so i went to pay eric in cash and have him pay mine through the internet.
I went to my closet to get the cash.
Half of it was gone.
I scraped together all the spare notes and what was left to pay this month rent i was short 40 bucks but eric said he would spot me the shortfall.
I have been trying to find a job for so very long. sending out cv after cv after cv getting not even a call to say i havent got the job. all ive been doing is busking and that isnt making me enough.
This money was going to save me from having nothing for the next month or so maybe pay for lessons in capoeira or circus skills or..
Something, anything.
So i cried. What really can i do? i have no idea who it could be because it could be anyone. i cant accuse anyone because where is my evidence?
Maybe it was the stress or maybe it was the fact i quit smoking a little while ago but i started getting a pounding headache. It was al a little much.
So here i am on new years eve with about 50 to my name. I have to do a performance tonight that im not properly prepared for. with a guy i barely know and i have to nail it.
And i will nail it.
I'm pretty optimistic lord knows you guys know that. But i can feel myself falling into a 'fuck the world' sort of mentality. Its been hard lately but i guess i'll survive. when this show is done it'll be one hell of a weight off my shoulders.
There are supposed to be alot of pictures in this post but i cant be bothered and i need to practice. tonight is the night and i cant screw it up.
Wish me luck.
Cam
Sunday, 30 December 2012
Monday, 19 November 2012
Theives and Hooligans
So. I lost my job.Yep.
Its not surprising, I am beginning to become quite adept at losing my job.
I Went into work and had breakfast, afterwards was told that i had to get two people signed up to The Wilderness Society today or i would be fired.
Well, shit
Id only ever got 2 or more once, The odds werent high. I however went to work confident i could do it. This was the day that i was going to prove that i could keep this job. My heart swelled with pride in my work, ready for a new day!
Yeah. that lasted for an hour. Its sort of hard to keep up morale when every second person said that they would be dead before it mattered to them. Also we have these ipads that are supposed to help us put down peoples details but when i got someone wanting to sign up the ipad didnt work and she didnt have time.
Jesus why have you forsaken me so?
By 3pm i had pretty much given up and had begun just saying anything to get people to stop. Not a soul was stopping for my devilish good looks. So i decided to climb a tree.
Suprisingly it didn't work. At all.
I mean come on. There is a dude up a tree surely that is worth stopping for! So as you can see everyone walked past while i dined on leaves. No one cares about the humble tree hippy. I told one man if he didn't help save the endangered tree hippy there would be less hippies in the trees and more in the cities making the place smell.
I am one hell of a salesman.
So yeah, end of the day came and i had no sales. a bit of a quick end to a new job but well.. thats how it seems to go here.
The bright side of this is that i finally have enough money to get my busking license. I've paid for everything and i was told i had to show up at ten on monday. It also said that all members of the act must be there so i wrenched james from his bed so that he and i could perform for the bureaucrats. They weren't there at ten then moved it to twelve and didn't show up then because they had actually got the date wrong. Its next Monday which is frustrating because thats another week of performance that i cant get paid for.
I feel that i should probably go on strike due to these ridiculous work conditions. I imagine if i sit on the side of the road with a sign saying "The Melbourne Local Government are sort of pricks" I would get more money than actually busking.
We went busking this morning for about 2 hours and made a solid $3.50 It might have something to do with the fact that we were just improvising and between us we didn't know one song fully. But my primary school teacher told me that the fact i tried was what counts so i don't feel so bad.
Or atleast i did until i realised i was working for 90 cents and hour then i was like "daymn ms winter why you gotta be so wrong?" and she was like "Well daymn Cameron that doesn't really apply to modern life. All i was trying to do was make you feel better about the fact that your pirate ship in art class looked more like a turd than a nautical vessel" Then i was all like "Thanks for your insight you bitch. Why are you even in my subconcious?" and she be all like " Repressed sexual tension probably" and then she vanished.
OH also these are pictures of my flat. Its pretty sweet.
We also live next to a river. It has a rather large bridge over it and we took some pictures there.
I actually set my goatee on fire doing this picture. Instead of the goatee ending in a straight line at the bottom, one corner is singed into a curve. It looks more ridiculous than it did before.
So i'd like to think i have a high tolerance to alcohol but as these things go you never know how often your toes touch the line until you go past it.
So I went on a date with a girl i had met at my old work, Grill'd, It started out well. The conversation flowed and we sunk some beer while yarning away outside. We had a few jugs at that place before leaving to find a park to chill out in. we bought a six pack and started drinking that.
It was around the fourth time i'd taken a leak in 20 minutes that i realised that i was actually pretty trashed. The girl i was with was an ardent feminist, vegan and general all round lefty. So in my eyes a pretty cool cat but the problem with finding someone that cares about this stuff as much as you do is that they know all the things you do and will pull you up on every fallacy you make.
My usual ease at talking spiraled down into a neverending cycle of bad sterotypes and just generally not finishing sentences.
When i was among the drunkest i was that day she started asking me why i wasn't vegan.
I knew it was coming, hell she told me she would talk about it at the start of the date, but boy i wasn't at all prepared.
She told me all the reasons why i couldn't be an enviromentalist while not being vegan and damn was she convincing. When it comes to discussing veganism Vegans have all the arguements. All of them.
I couldn't really do anything but agree. The only thing i bleated was something along the lines of "Meats pretty good though. A bit of meat never hurt anyone"
My face sort of sunk into the realistion of what i had said and she wasn't pleased.
But Cameron how do you get yourself out of this situation?
AH! i have the perfect line!
"look.. i'd like fully turn vegan for you. Cos like i should do it anyway yeah. i'd do it for you"
"That is possibly the worst reason you could ever have chosen to turn vegan. Thats really fucking weird too. what the fuck"
It was a pretty good date i'd say. I made some strong impressions. Made some strides in the dating field. Crashed and burnt worse than i have ever done before.
I crack the fuck up when i think about it. Whats done is done, but i still wish i had a little more style that day.
Anyway Thats all i remember i wanted to write about.
Oh i was doing poi at the train station today and there was a bunch of school kids on the other platform watching me. When i stopped they applauded and hollered. IT was pretty cool i havent been applauded by a group that big in a while.
It was pleasant.
Anyway. thats the end.
If you want to read my flatmates blogs here they are.
http://wavesofoz.blogspot.com.au/
http://xeyesandpeacesigns.blogspot.com.au/
Seeya guys!
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Just sayin...
A skateboarder is coming towards you.
He is moving much quicker than you and his body is leaning right. He hasnt started turning yet what do you do?
A. Do nothing
B. Move out of his way.
C. Move into his way.
D. All of the above.
The correct answer is A. It is always fucking A. I cannot move past you if you move in ways that defy my comprehension. Just keep walking dont worry. I will not ever hit you. I have never hit someone but i become dangerously close to doing so if you start trying to figure out where i am going to go.
I understand that if you are a B person you want to do whats best for you and me. give me more space thats cool thanks for that but unless there are people blocking the whole path chances are i don't need it.
I literally only take the space a person would if I was walking past. I dont really mind Bs they are pretty cool cats. It is really really funny when people give me the whole footpath to go past. i've had two people actually walk on the road while i went past.
Chill out folks.
Cs are just endlessly frustrating. Often this happens when i am coming behind you and you move to get out of my way
WITHOUT LOOKING BEHIND YOU.
How....? Like.. i just don't even comprehend what is going through the head of this person. Do you cross roads without looking? Do look to see whether a toilet is occupied before going in? do you look while you shave nuts or do you enjoy a ballsack that resembles a plucked and butchered chicken?
This makes no goddamn sense.
But D.
You might have thought D was a joke option but oh, it is not.
A skateboarder is in the distance about 100-150 metres away. There is no one else on the footpath. Moving out of the way of the skateboarder passes your mind. but you think you will wait for a second and just do what you were doing.
Walking straight.
All of a sudden he's near well his body is leaning right and he is pointing with both hands to the right. as he starts to turn you realise he must mean he wants you to go right because he is a dickhead who orders people around the pavement.
You move right.
He scowls and pulls left.
Now is your chance. Move left immediately! There isn't much time to block him!
Hes moving right! Take one step to the right but actually move left! Good. now you are anticipating what the boarder will do!
I swear to god i wish everyone who does this tried the same in traffic.
As you can tell i had a few annoyances today.
In other news Colorado and Washington legalised Cannabis.
When i was told i didn't even know what to think. It was sort of weird. i didn't feel anything. I knew it was going to happen sometime, that it was only a matter of time but i dunno... perhaps it hasn't hit me yet.
What i was really really happy with in regards to this was that this will pave the way for latin america to legalise and greatly diminish the profits of the cartels. So many lives will be saved. This really is a pretty awesome milestone.
Oh also Obama won. Who would've seen that coming eh?
Also in the same genre of story this is the funniest shit ever
http://therealnews.com/t2/component/hwdvideoshare/?task=viewvideo&video_id=74939
I signed one person up to the wilderness society.
I have a few pitches that i use to stop people.
The first i thought up was
" if you had a hundred year old tree how much would you sell it for?"
(answer)
"how does 6 bucks sound to you? reasonable?"
(answer)
"because thats how much the australian government sells it for"
and then go into the whole spiel.
Another is
"I like to poison the rivers in my spare time do you think the government should subsidise me?"
But lately i've realised that most people don't even hear what i say the first time i say it and i need to keep it simple so today i was saying
"do you know what trees are?"
It was james' idea. The absurdity of the question either gets people to stop or makes them laugh which keeps me happy which makes me better at my job.
Yeah. Not alot happened today. I just wanted to say what was on my mind.
Seeya dudelbugs
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Whats happened lately?
So. i went to my interview for the conservation job and next morning got a call saying i got the job.
It was a good start to the day. Its funny. I don't believe i've ever not passed an interview. Its pretty cool. Also friends have arrived.
He plays a mad ukelele. Seriously that shit is nuts. You should hear it. You would probably like it.
They've been around Aussie for the past month but have just come down from working at building a hostel around Cairns. It sounded awesome. Really warm, getting trashed, not paying for rent and just relaxing. Yeah sounds fairly ideal.
Yeeeah so i've been really busy. I wrote that draft weeks ago.
During the time in which i was writing it i was working at grill'd and worked 12 days straight. It wasn't fun at all and i was hating life at that point. we had the whole house to ourselves for 10 days straight and didnt do anything with it because i was working all the time. Eric and James managed to get a job almost immediately. It was selling these midas cards which gave you a whole heap of shit for not too much but going door to door to sell shit from 10 am till sometimes even 10 pm was absolutely nuts and drained both of them to the point they quit and got new jobs.
Eric got a job at a call center and James got the same job as me.
This is the best job of my life. I swear to god, it is so relaxed. I am paid more than I ever have before, to get people to help save the environment. I have always wanted to work for a cause and what better cause than the preservation of our ecosystem.
I talk to so very many people, some are wonderful some not so. Recently I talked to a man who told me that there is really, no point to saving this planet it is merely a stopping place til the divine.
What the fuck
Its has been some time since I was an angsty atheist who hated all things religious, I can see the good that can come from it. Most of that comes from the part that you love gods creations, ya know, the earth, animals, other human beings, you know gods treasured creations.
I talk to so very many people, some are wonderful some not so. Recently I talked to a man who told me that there is really, no point to saving this planet it is merely a stopping place til the divine.
What the fuck
Its has been some time since I was an angsty atheist who hated all things religious, I can see the good that can come from it. Most of that comes from the part that you love gods creations, ya know, the earth, animals, other human beings, you know gods treasured creations.
Nope. The fact the god created this world for us to nurture and thrive doesnèt even cross the mans mind as he tells me yet again that good deeds don't save your soul only faith does.
Now i wouldn't profess to be a christian in any sense, but it really pains me to meet christians that i am a better christian than.
I talked to a man who blamed the jews for the destruction of the forests, the rivers, erosion, financial crisis, and sexual promiscuity in the youth. He was a colourful character.
The good, however, far outweighed the bad i have talked to so many people horribly concerned about the fate of the enviroment and just generally lovely people.
One old man jumped out of the car just near me and we greeted eachother and he asked me how old i was, 20, then told me he was 81 and that at this age a good day starts when he "can look down and see that his cock hasn't shrivled up and died" I love old people like that. None of this bullshit false politeness, The "i'm fucking old i can say whatever i want kind of old person"
I could gush for days about my job but I will save you from that by saying its pretty mean bro
we have a place to live!
Ill post some pictures of it soon. I have had problems with trying to have use of the Internet for more than five minutes and failed in my mission. This is why I've been not posting for such a time (and been horribly hard to contact, sorry!) but now that we are stable, out of that fucking hostel and into a flat I can start living with a smidgen of normality.
We signed the bond today. On the way there the landlord ( who is wonderfully nice) talked about the possibility that one of our flatmates does weed.
Oh dear lord guys lock your door and hide your kids you could be living with reefer zombie!
Yeah she said she knew people overdosed on it which put me in the awkward position of really really wanting to prove her wrong but knowing this person owns my house.
For once I remained silent.
We did also talk about our landlord has a bidar (innovative bi sensing technology) and a some other rather funny shit. She has some pretty good yarns.
James has been taking shittons of pictures of me and so you will the quality of pictures on this blog absolutely skyrocket because James is taking all the pictures and doing a fucking good job at it.
We've been out firedancing and taking picture of it. its been pretty sweet we got some good pictures out of it:
We've been out firedancing and taking picture of it. its been pretty sweet we got some good pictures out of it:
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I know a whole bunch has happened but at the same time nothing too great has actually been happening.
I've been giving bracelets to people that i meet briefly. I lost the original bracelet i was given. I was quite cut up about that but hey. easy come easy go. It started a trend and thats whats important.
More posts will come now that i am actually in a flat and have some internet. i'm sorry the post isn't all that great but this is just to say to people that yes i am actually alive! and i'm having a great time.
Have wonderful lives people!
Cam
Sunday, 7 October 2012
Hahaha oh god
Boy do i have a story.
So it was friday night.
I wanted to go out to a party in brunswick. which is about 16 km from my house. It was at the house of a firespinner that i had never actually met but i had been told was pretty cool from the owner of Highly Flammable.
So i was ready to head around at like 11 but she hadn't got home yet so i figured i would just have a few predrinks. Drank a significant sum of glorious cask wine (its 15 dollars for 5 litres. straya cunt!)
I was rather drunk when i left the house then returned to the house 2 times to check whether the gas and my computer were off.
I got to the train station where i realised i was too late to get a train. I contemplated whether i could justify getting a taxi. I called one up and waited as taxi after taxi went by. I didn't know if the light on the top meant that it was full or empty so i didn't wave any down.
I waited for a good long while before a guy came up and started one of strangest conversations i've had in a while.
"where did the one come from?"
I didn't understand but i answered "wherever he felt like he needed to."
"But did he really ever know what it was?"
"well you could say that but other times i would say no."
"But it didn't seem like it would?"
" who knows? all humans are different."
It made no sense but i think i annoyed him by not being totally confused by the questions.
We then talked about what i was doing here, how i came to be here, why hadn't i called a taxi, why do i speak funny, am i a sheep shagger, where am i hiding my love-sheep You know the general day to day things.
I eventually hailed down a taxi and it got about halfway to my destination before i my inner-jew kicked in and i decided i couldn't justify paying anymore so i skated the rest of the way.
It could've taken me about 10 mins to get there, Instead it took me hours.
The funny thing was is that in the state that i was in i still had the good sense to write myself directions to get to her house all the way from mine. lets read those directions shall we?
Up hoddle til darling garden on rosenheath cross gardens diagonal find oval poundabout and up to gold st cross to micheal. scotchmer along till nicholson left to work right lygon left albert right sydney Good fucking luck lol.
Oh so helpful.
I remember going down one street to find a street about 3 streets down the list then changing to the "right" direction and being further down the list.
Left at 11:45 got there at 2
It was down a pretty rundown industrial sector looking street. There was a party on one side but not the side that i was supposed to be going to. It felt like i was going to get butthurt pretty quickly here.
Regardless i call through the window to see if anyone knew a mel there.
A girl said "yeah i'll go get her" and she invited me in.
There was one light bulb in the place the rest of it was light up by candles.
There was a man sitting on the couch in his underwear, he had dreads and a lumberjack beard he looked like a pirate. (Adam he looked like simon before he got his dreads cut)
the place had old teastained newspaper for wallpaper in a few places and everyone was around a table playing circle of death.
The fact the whole place was lit by candles gave the circle of death thing a distinct occulty kind of vibe to it.
We got down to playing and Mels circle of death rules included about 50% of the cards involving the removal of clothing
The naked pirate in the corner now made much more sense.
People were in various states of undress and it was pretty cool. It wasn't that awkward strip-game vibe where the people being told to take off clothing were wishy washy about it and really uncomfortable It was geniunely fun.
About 8 cards from the finish Max next to me picked up a rule card.
His rule was:
Any time you have to drink from here until the end of the game you have to take off a piece of clothing.
Me and 3 guys were drinking buddies (we had to drink when she drunk) with this one girl.
I figured i'd be alright.
Next two cards were waterfalls.
So. within what... 15-25 minutes of being at the party i was naked.
We drank and we yarned. I made a guy have an intimate conversation with a boiling jug and i spent alot of time out on the balcony where it was compulsory to speak in an accent. But only on the balcony of course.
A few hours later everyone was falling asleep so we gatecrashed the party over the road.
Turns out it was a venue with a stage and couches and a bar. It wasn't licensed or anything, just a venue for mates and artsy people to fuck around. So it meant people could smoke inside and i thought that was a bit of a novelty.
We drank and danced till 6 in the morning. Then i put the rest of my booze in the bag and set off home.
Of course... at this point the trams and trains were now running again so THEORETICALLY I coooould have just taken a train home but this idea alluded my addled mind.
I started skating home from brunswick. Ideally it should be 17 or so km according to google maps. I doubt my route would have been that short.
Heres what i had to say about it at the time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_gpsVueIcY&feature=youtu.be
Previous to that video i had realised my wine, which was in an open glass bottle, was leaking out of the bottle
Go figure.
So i stuffed a tshirt into in and skated along but realised that wasn't working. I couldn't waste it so i had to drink the rest. about a litre.
It was not tasty.
That may lend some reasoning to the slurring and over the top love for melbourne for poorly chosen reasons.
I got home at about 8. slept till 4 then went to work at 6. Worked till 12.
Crashed completely when i got home.
Fast forward to today.
I'm sitting here after having a smoke and i get a call.
Oh god i have to talk to people (brackets are thoughts at the time)
I pick up and the lady goes:
"Hi cameron i'm calling from the (something) conservation society i was told by max butler (that sounds familiar...) that you were interested in working for us?
(what. i didn't put my CV into a conservation society thing.)
"uh.. yeah... yeah.. i'm sorry i'm not totally clued up on this what would this job entail?"
"Oh... I thought Max would've told you about this" (Oh fuck.. uh. what who the fuck is max? god i'm shit with names)
"Uh... well. you might have to desss..(please don't be offended i cant remember the guy who recommended me..) criiibe... him?
"Oh he's got blonde hair an..."
(click)
" OH yeah! yeah yeah yeah ok sorry sorry yeah i know the dude."
So remember the dude who made the 1 drink = 1 piece of clothing removed during circle of death? Yeah apparently somewhere along the night i had professed my undying joy towards the enviroment and because of it i had been offered a job at this conservation society. I'm going to take it. Heres the pay rate
19.95 per hour and 40 bucks more per day if i get 2 people signed up.
Now as much as i don't like people selling shit by coming up to are trying to get you signed but
Holy tits did you say 20 bucks an hour holy dicks.
Did i mention i can pick what days i work to suit me?
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THIS ROCKS.
God damn i love this place.
So it was friday night.
I wanted to go out to a party in brunswick. which is about 16 km from my house. It was at the house of a firespinner that i had never actually met but i had been told was pretty cool from the owner of Highly Flammable.
So i was ready to head around at like 11 but she hadn't got home yet so i figured i would just have a few predrinks. Drank a significant sum of glorious cask wine (its 15 dollars for 5 litres. straya cunt!)
I was rather drunk when i left the house then returned to the house 2 times to check whether the gas and my computer were off.
I got to the train station where i realised i was too late to get a train. I contemplated whether i could justify getting a taxi. I called one up and waited as taxi after taxi went by. I didn't know if the light on the top meant that it was full or empty so i didn't wave any down.
I waited for a good long while before a guy came up and started one of strangest conversations i've had in a while.
"where did the one come from?"
I didn't understand but i answered "wherever he felt like he needed to."
"But did he really ever know what it was?"
"well you could say that but other times i would say no."
"But it didn't seem like it would?"
" who knows? all humans are different."
It made no sense but i think i annoyed him by not being totally confused by the questions.
We then talked about what i was doing here, how i came to be here, why hadn't i called a taxi, why do i speak funny, am i a sheep shagger, where am i hiding my love-sheep You know the general day to day things.
I eventually hailed down a taxi and it got about halfway to my destination before i my inner-jew kicked in and i decided i couldn't justify paying anymore so i skated the rest of the way.
It could've taken me about 10 mins to get there, Instead it took me hours.
The funny thing was is that in the state that i was in i still had the good sense to write myself directions to get to her house all the way from mine. lets read those directions shall we?
Up hoddle til darling garden on rosenheath cross gardens diagonal find oval poundabout and up to gold st cross to micheal. scotchmer along till nicholson left to work right lygon left albert right sydney Good fucking luck lol.
Oh so helpful.
I remember going down one street to find a street about 3 streets down the list then changing to the "right" direction and being further down the list.
Left at 11:45 got there at 2
It was down a pretty rundown industrial sector looking street. There was a party on one side but not the side that i was supposed to be going to. It felt like i was going to get butthurt pretty quickly here.
Regardless i call through the window to see if anyone knew a mel there.
A girl said "yeah i'll go get her" and she invited me in.
There was one light bulb in the place the rest of it was light up by candles.
There was a man sitting on the couch in his underwear, he had dreads and a lumberjack beard he looked like a pirate. (Adam he looked like simon before he got his dreads cut)
the place had old teastained newspaper for wallpaper in a few places and everyone was around a table playing circle of death.
The fact the whole place was lit by candles gave the circle of death thing a distinct occulty kind of vibe to it.
We got down to playing and Mels circle of death rules included about 50% of the cards involving the removal of clothing
The naked pirate in the corner now made much more sense.
People were in various states of undress and it was pretty cool. It wasn't that awkward strip-game vibe where the people being told to take off clothing were wishy washy about it and really uncomfortable It was geniunely fun.
About 8 cards from the finish Max next to me picked up a rule card.
His rule was:
Any time you have to drink from here until the end of the game you have to take off a piece of clothing.
Me and 3 guys were drinking buddies (we had to drink when she drunk) with this one girl.
I figured i'd be alright.
Next two cards were waterfalls.
So. within what... 15-25 minutes of being at the party i was naked.
We drank and we yarned. I made a guy have an intimate conversation with a boiling jug and i spent alot of time out on the balcony where it was compulsory to speak in an accent. But only on the balcony of course.
A few hours later everyone was falling asleep so we gatecrashed the party over the road.
Turns out it was a venue with a stage and couches and a bar. It wasn't licensed or anything, just a venue for mates and artsy people to fuck around. So it meant people could smoke inside and i thought that was a bit of a novelty.
We drank and danced till 6 in the morning. Then i put the rest of my booze in the bag and set off home.
Of course... at this point the trams and trains were now running again so THEORETICALLY I coooould have just taken a train home but this idea alluded my addled mind.
I started skating home from brunswick. Ideally it should be 17 or so km according to google maps. I doubt my route would have been that short.
Heres what i had to say about it at the time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_gpsVueIcY&feature=youtu.be
Previous to that video i had realised my wine, which was in an open glass bottle, was leaking out of the bottle
Go figure.
So i stuffed a tshirt into in and skated along but realised that wasn't working. I couldn't waste it so i had to drink the rest. about a litre.
It was not tasty.
That may lend some reasoning to the slurring and over the top love for melbourne for poorly chosen reasons.
I got home at about 8. slept till 4 then went to work at 6. Worked till 12.
Crashed completely when i got home.
Fast forward to today.
I'm sitting here after having a smoke and i get a call.
Oh god i have to talk to people (brackets are thoughts at the time)
I pick up and the lady goes:
"Hi cameron i'm calling from the (something) conservation society i was told by max butler (that sounds familiar...) that you were interested in working for us?
(what. i didn't put my CV into a conservation society thing.)
"uh.. yeah... yeah.. i'm sorry i'm not totally clued up on this what would this job entail?"
"Oh... I thought Max would've told you about this" (Oh fuck.. uh. what who the fuck is max? god i'm shit with names)
"Uh... well. you might have to desss..(please don't be offended i cant remember the guy who recommended me..) criiibe... him?
"Oh he's got blonde hair an..."
(click)
" OH yeah! yeah yeah yeah ok sorry sorry yeah i know the dude."
So remember the dude who made the 1 drink = 1 piece of clothing removed during circle of death? Yeah apparently somewhere along the night i had professed my undying joy towards the enviroment and because of it i had been offered a job at this conservation society. I'm going to take it. Heres the pay rate
19.95 per hour and 40 bucks more per day if i get 2 people signed up.
Now as much as i don't like people selling shit by coming up to are trying to get you signed but
Holy tits did you say 20 bucks an hour holy dicks.
Did i mention i can pick what days i work to suit me?
What the enolwlkewnienkfke
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fehihief
THIS ROCKS.
God damn i love this place.
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
So what exactly have i been doing lately.
Not taking Hannuman out is one thing ive been doing.
Yeah. I should change that.
But anyway. what have i been doing?
Holy fuck. the last time i wrote about myself was the 18th. A fair bit has happened since.
At some point after the 18th i got fed up with being all lonely and shit and decided that i should do something about it.
As fun as trying to make all your friends based on talking to strangers is its not the easiest way of convincing people you aren't insane.
Its strange right, you talk to everyone and you tell a story and get them laughing but they still regard you as a bit of a weirdo.
Its probably the beard.
goatee.
Thing.
Yeah i cut my goatee because i didn't want to not get the job at Grill'd
Which i totally got. and have been working there for the past 2 days. Its like working at Angus burger except the people who run it aren't fucking retarded.
Oh god i totally derailed myself. i'm going to go back to what i was talking about before and then return to the topic of Grill'd
Right. So I was looking through my emails and i saw a few from couchsurfing and it hit me
Why the fuck wasn't i meeting up with couchsurfers?
So. i signed myself up to literally every couchsurfing activity in the next month.
I went to two of them.
But thats not the point! i met loads of cool people there.
So it was Wednesday night and there was a couchsurfing drinks at a place on victoria st. Google maps said it was close to flinders st station but really it was about 2 ks north. I didn't know this and i started moping around town until i asked a dude where victoria st was.
"are you looking for the couchsurfing thing?"
I fucking cracked the fuck up. I mean think of it. i am walking around in a town, the streets SWARMING with people. It just so happens the first person i ask for directions is going the same place i was!
Well anyway. he is this Italian dude who just oozes italianess. The accent the clothes and later on the picking up chicks.
He was a fucking good character and beat me at pool which i would like to think is a pretty hard task.
Anyway so we are walking around looking a bit lost and this couple walk up to us and say
"are you looking for the couchsurfing thing?"
We fucking lose it.
We start cracking jokes about us gathering a following and how i look a bit like jesus so maybe i'm just the new messiah. Eventually we figure out that it is 2 ks down the road and take a tram.
It still strikes me as absurd that i met 3 other people in the wrong part of town looking for the same thing..
Nuts.
We get there have some drinks and say hi to everyone. get to know some characters drink some more. I had scotch in my bag. Fortified my beer with it. Terrible fucking idea, tasted like trash. got a few numbers and we made our way home.
Well the italian guy didn't he went to a club to pick up some girls.
The next time i went when i got there i got into a conversation with a british fellow. He was nice enough and had some funny shit to say he wouldn't have been a bad guy if it hadn't been for the fact
EVERY FUCKING THING RELATED TO THAI PROSTITUTES.
"So are you saying you wouldn't get with anyone overseas (to someone else)"
"Theres no problem with that! in Thailand thats what you go there to do!"
"So what was the last concert you went to?"
"well i wouldn't call it a concert but i went to this sex show in Thailand...."
"Whats your guys favourite drink?"
"Long island iced tea, I used to always get them when i was AT FUCKING BROTHELS INT TAHISLLANDNDNSNEUB"
The problem wasn't so much the fact that he talked about brothels almost constantly because i have to say he had some fine fine stories it was merely the company we were in and the tone of conversation at the time. Its like when your having a chat at a party and theres always that one guy that wont stop talking bout weed.
Speaking of which.
Night of the Grand Final a girl from couchsurfing was having a party. she invited all the couchsurfers over. I figured she had a sizable apartment to fit all the people that would come because she put it on couchsurfing weeks beforehand.
Nope.
Nah her flat was about the size of my Dunedin flats lounge or my old christchurch houses upstairs lounge.
I came way early because i had been drinking with ryan over skype with dylan and his girlfriend. When i arrived i wasn't aware how early it was because well. I was drunk.
Turns out i was an hour before it shouldve started and very unfashionably early.
Didn't matter all too much because i got to know the girl who was hosting the party.
She is a stripper who loves all things latin. (she was especially pleased i bought tequila) we talked about the similarities between busking and stripping but she assured me that stripping wasn't about the show but how well you could suck the money out of the men.
When we got back from getting ice we had some shots of tequila.
People arrived. Then more people arrived. then we had like fucking 50 people in this room and you literally could not move.
It was like being in an orgy with all the closeness and none of the eroticism.
Then we had the bright idea to move to the basement where the apartment building has a communal lounge.
We fucking swamped the people already there but hey? who gives a damn.
So the only thing to do now was drink more.
I'm pretty sure everyone at that party thought i was a scungy fuck. I just shotted back shot after shot after shot. I had a ball and offered everyone my tequila.
It was the thing to do. everyone chucked their booze on the bench and everyone took everyones. I liked it. my tequila went down quick. but i didn't mind there were plenty of tastier things.
I was going to return to the dude who only talked about weed but thats pretty much the story
He talked about weed too much.
Fuck that was a mad yarn cameron
Damn right .
I went home with someone (wonderful person i hope i meet her again) and in my drunken stupor i forgot my jacket.
It was a mangy old thing but it held alot of memories. That old black jacket had literally lasted me for years. i think i got it when i was 15.
Holy fuck.
Well. Now the the nostalgia is over i'll tell you the real reason i'm pissed i lost it.
It had my passport in it.
Oh yeah.
Damn right.
I'm gon get my identity stolen fo sho.
So i went back to the basement and it was goddamn pristine. Nothing was there. Not my jacket, nothing.
Went to reception but because it was sunday there was no one on.
I went monday and the cleaner hadn't found it, no one else had.
Went to the police, nope.
I don't reeeally know what to do.
I'll fix it.
Came back from work today nd bought some new shoes.
Went into the shop and started looking at the shoes. looked back to one of the girls working there and the conversation went like this
"How much are those?"
"...eferngr. always say....... clubs... how much are those?"
"I heard pretty much half of what you said and the second half makes no sense because of that"
" Guys are always like that "how much?" You know? in the clubs they come up and say "How much are ya? ya know?"
" Oh riiight ok now i understand.... Hmm.. i was just about to say "you must get that alot" until i realised how horribly offensive that would've been."
She then proceeded to tell me half the shoes were shit and i shouldn't buy them but i found some less shit ones and i got a discount cos they were scuffed.
We talked about how i came here on 50 bucks and my plans and how her lifes dream was to steal the couch that we were sitting on and how i have a wonderful radio voice.
I then bought the shoes and she told her co-worker that i did politics at uni to which i replied
"actually it was a double major thank you very much politics and theatre. so either way i wasn't getting any money." co-worker thought that was clever. i was pleased.
she told me to come back any time "but you know you dont have to buy anything just come back to talk"
I intend to come back after work tomorrow just because it was a good yarn.
Damn those shoes feel good.
Damn my writing has gone down hill
Damn i'm tired holy fuck.
I think some other shit happened but i dont fucking know tis 1 am get off my back fuck.
Yeah. I should change that.
But anyway. what have i been doing?
Holy fuck. the last time i wrote about myself was the 18th. A fair bit has happened since.
At some point after the 18th i got fed up with being all lonely and shit and decided that i should do something about it.
As fun as trying to make all your friends based on talking to strangers is its not the easiest way of convincing people you aren't insane.
Its strange right, you talk to everyone and you tell a story and get them laughing but they still regard you as a bit of a weirdo.
Its probably the beard.
goatee.
Thing.
Yeah i cut my goatee because i didn't want to not get the job at Grill'd
Which i totally got. and have been working there for the past 2 days. Its like working at Angus burger except the people who run it aren't fucking retarded.
Oh god i totally derailed myself. i'm going to go back to what i was talking about before and then return to the topic of Grill'd
Right. So I was looking through my emails and i saw a few from couchsurfing and it hit me
Why the fuck wasn't i meeting up with couchsurfers?
So. i signed myself up to literally every couchsurfing activity in the next month.
I went to two of them.
But thats not the point! i met loads of cool people there.
So it was Wednesday night and there was a couchsurfing drinks at a place on victoria st. Google maps said it was close to flinders st station but really it was about 2 ks north. I didn't know this and i started moping around town until i asked a dude where victoria st was.
"are you looking for the couchsurfing thing?"
I fucking cracked the fuck up. I mean think of it. i am walking around in a town, the streets SWARMING with people. It just so happens the first person i ask for directions is going the same place i was!
Well anyway. he is this Italian dude who just oozes italianess. The accent the clothes and later on the picking up chicks.
He was a fucking good character and beat me at pool which i would like to think is a pretty hard task.
Anyway so we are walking around looking a bit lost and this couple walk up to us and say
"are you looking for the couchsurfing thing?"
We fucking lose it.
We start cracking jokes about us gathering a following and how i look a bit like jesus so maybe i'm just the new messiah. Eventually we figure out that it is 2 ks down the road and take a tram.
It still strikes me as absurd that i met 3 other people in the wrong part of town looking for the same thing..
Nuts.
We get there have some drinks and say hi to everyone. get to know some characters drink some more. I had scotch in my bag. Fortified my beer with it. Terrible fucking idea, tasted like trash. got a few numbers and we made our way home.
Well the italian guy didn't he went to a club to pick up some girls.
The next time i went when i got there i got into a conversation with a british fellow. He was nice enough and had some funny shit to say he wouldn't have been a bad guy if it hadn't been for the fact
EVERY FUCKING THING RELATED TO THAI PROSTITUTES.
"So are you saying you wouldn't get with anyone overseas (to someone else)"
"Theres no problem with that! in Thailand thats what you go there to do!"
"So what was the last concert you went to?"
"well i wouldn't call it a concert but i went to this sex show in Thailand...."
"Whats your guys favourite drink?"
"Long island iced tea, I used to always get them when i was AT FUCKING BROTHELS INT TAHISLLANDNDNSNEUB"
The problem wasn't so much the fact that he talked about brothels almost constantly because i have to say he had some fine fine stories it was merely the company we were in and the tone of conversation at the time. Its like when your having a chat at a party and theres always that one guy that wont stop talking bout weed.
Speaking of which.
Night of the Grand Final a girl from couchsurfing was having a party. she invited all the couchsurfers over. I figured she had a sizable apartment to fit all the people that would come because she put it on couchsurfing weeks beforehand.
Nope.
Nah her flat was about the size of my Dunedin flats lounge or my old christchurch houses upstairs lounge.
I came way early because i had been drinking with ryan over skype with dylan and his girlfriend. When i arrived i wasn't aware how early it was because well. I was drunk.
Turns out i was an hour before it shouldve started and very unfashionably early.
Didn't matter all too much because i got to know the girl who was hosting the party.
She is a stripper who loves all things latin. (she was especially pleased i bought tequila) we talked about the similarities between busking and stripping but she assured me that stripping wasn't about the show but how well you could suck the money out of the men.
When we got back from getting ice we had some shots of tequila.
People arrived. Then more people arrived. then we had like fucking 50 people in this room and you literally could not move.
It was like being in an orgy with all the closeness and none of the eroticism.
Then we had the bright idea to move to the basement where the apartment building has a communal lounge.
We fucking swamped the people already there but hey? who gives a damn.
So the only thing to do now was drink more.
I'm pretty sure everyone at that party thought i was a scungy fuck. I just shotted back shot after shot after shot. I had a ball and offered everyone my tequila.
It was the thing to do. everyone chucked their booze on the bench and everyone took everyones. I liked it. my tequila went down quick. but i didn't mind there were plenty of tastier things.
I was going to return to the dude who only talked about weed but thats pretty much the story
He talked about weed too much.
Fuck that was a mad yarn cameron
Damn right .
I went home with someone (wonderful person i hope i meet her again) and in my drunken stupor i forgot my jacket.
It was a mangy old thing but it held alot of memories. That old black jacket had literally lasted me for years. i think i got it when i was 15.
Holy fuck.
Well. Now the the nostalgia is over i'll tell you the real reason i'm pissed i lost it.
It had my passport in it.
Oh yeah.
Damn right.
I'm gon get my identity stolen fo sho.
So i went back to the basement and it was goddamn pristine. Nothing was there. Not my jacket, nothing.
Went to reception but because it was sunday there was no one on.
I went monday and the cleaner hadn't found it, no one else had.
Went to the police, nope.
I don't reeeally know what to do.
I'll fix it.
Came back from work today nd bought some new shoes.
Went into the shop and started looking at the shoes. looked back to one of the girls working there and the conversation went like this
"How much are those?"
"...eferngr. always say....... clubs... how much are those?"
"I heard pretty much half of what you said and the second half makes no sense because of that"
" Guys are always like that "how much?" You know? in the clubs they come up and say "How much are ya? ya know?"
" Oh riiight ok now i understand.... Hmm.. i was just about to say "you must get that alot" until i realised how horribly offensive that would've been."
She then proceeded to tell me half the shoes were shit and i shouldn't buy them but i found some less shit ones and i got a discount cos they were scuffed.
We talked about how i came here on 50 bucks and my plans and how her lifes dream was to steal the couch that we were sitting on and how i have a wonderful radio voice.
I then bought the shoes and she told her co-worker that i did politics at uni to which i replied
"actually it was a double major thank you very much politics and theatre. so either way i wasn't getting any money." co-worker thought that was clever. i was pleased.
she told me to come back any time "but you know you dont have to buy anything just come back to talk"
I intend to come back after work tomorrow just because it was a good yarn.
Damn those shoes feel good.
Damn my writing has gone down hill
Damn i'm tired holy fuck.
I think some other shit happened but i dont fucking know tis 1 am get off my back fuck.
Sunday, 30 September 2012
To bring you up to speed on what you MUST know.
Its hard not to despair sometimes when you try to keep up to date with the political decisions in the world.
I cannot tell you just how much I detest the fact people are alright with these pricks in power. About as much as i detest the actual people who burn the rights and piss away countries fortunes.
I have had my homepage set as Aljazeera ever since i got sent this computer. They have some pretty sweet articles. Alot of which i post on my facebook.
For the last few weeks i've wanted to talk to someone seriously about the path we are on but no one really wants to hear my rage. So. i figured what is a blog if not a place to have my thoughts put on a public forum.
So here i go.
Do you guys know about the petrodollar?
Its an amazing idea that the US government came up with. I think its gloriously clever if it wasn't so sinister now.
In 1945 the Bretton Woods agreement established the dollar as the world currency. Everything was across the world was priced in dollars. This gave America a distinct financial advantage but the agreement stated that other countries could buy american dollars at a constant 35 dollars per ounce of gold.
1971 saw an end to that.
Now this agreement was based on the belief the american currency would remain very stable in worth. In other words the Americans weren't allowed to print too much money because the cash they had couldn't outstrip the amount of gold the Americans could give out in return.
Well. The Vietnam war taught the world what America thought of it obligations.
It became obvious to other countries that the Americans were printing large amounts of cash and so countries started trading their US dollars in for gold.
The US dollar went down until Nixon made this statement
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRzr1QU6K1o
1:05
"I have directed secretary connelly to temporarily suspend the convertability of the dollar into gold or other reserve assets..."
Oh sure it was temporary. but really it was never reversed.
Now America had the world currency but a currency backed by absolutely nothing.
worthless.
I imagine this sounds a bit boring and financey but it gets better.
Later Nixon would go on to talk to the king in Saudi Arabia into only accepting american dollars for his oil in exchange for american military guarding the oil fields in Saudi Arabia.
They said yes and this offer was extended to all key oil producing regions. By 1975 the US dollar was the only thing being traded for oil.
Which meant every country had to buy American dollars. They had an endless supply of cash as they held the every country by the balls.
Eventually some countries detested this notion and wanted to switch to a different currency or create a new one. And i'll just quickly jot down a few:
Iraq, Libya, Syria, Venezuela, Iran, China, Russia.
Anyone seeing a bit of a trend here?
Iraq moved to only buying using the euro in 2000.
Iraq was invaded in 2003
Libya had been moving to create a gold based currency called the dinar. which of course would be used for oil transactions.
The arab spring gave America the perfect oppurtunity.
Iran has made the Iranian OIl bourse in which they sell their oil for gold, euro, pounds, yen, alot of solid currencies.
Venezuala in 2006 announced their support of moving to the euro.
China and Russia. These are the big one kahunas.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1332882/China-Russia-abandon-dollar-new-bilateral-trade-agreement.html
So to break it down for it you it goes like this:
"China and Russia are renouncing the U.S. dollar for trade, their premiers have announced."
Two of the biggest countries in the world are renouncing the dollar in the current crisis the Americans are in this is a death blow.
But of course. it gets worse. oh it only gets worse.
China has been engaging in alot of diplomacy lately. Here is a list of other ways in which the world has moved away from the petro-dollar:
http://www.aljazeera.com/programmes/insidestory/2012/09/201292991010816234.html
Netanyahu recently held this speech at the UN outlining just how far away Iran is from a nuclear bomb. Now it doesn't matter that it isn't true that Iran is looking for nukes what matters to Israel is that if America is not the biggest power in the world, if it falls, Israel will too. No one is on Israels side. They have been operating an apartheid state for years and there are no countries out there that will jump to Israels aid after all the atrocities they have commited.
That red line shows us how far away this ticking time bomb is. We are oh so close.
http://www.aljazeera.com/indepth/opinion/2012/09/201291194236970294.html
War with Iran would bring this world into WW3
Russia and China have said any attack on Iran will prompt them to go to war.
Russia and China have no small amount of military might as we all know but Iran itself has the 8th largest army.
The territorial disputes with Japan would come to surface and we could see an attack of Chinese on Japan. America has military bases in Japan and they would surely come under fire.
That and i don't think there is much lost love between the two countries.
Iran has allies all over the world. specially in south america.
We would be expected to jump in on side of Britain.
This is why we need to care.
We are rolling towards a war of apocolyptic proportions.
How can we sit back and allow people to tell us we should go to war? When did we give them the right to tell us when we are to live or die?
The leaders who propose such dispicable ideas must be thrown out and stomped out until their ideas blow away like dust in the wind.
We live in very turbulent times and we must be ready to stand up and say that we do not need to be governed by the poor decisions of insane men. There is no time to wait.
The time for action is now.
I cannot tell you just how much I detest the fact people are alright with these pricks in power. About as much as i detest the actual people who burn the rights and piss away countries fortunes.
I have had my homepage set as Aljazeera ever since i got sent this computer. They have some pretty sweet articles. Alot of which i post on my facebook.
For the last few weeks i've wanted to talk to someone seriously about the path we are on but no one really wants to hear my rage. So. i figured what is a blog if not a place to have my thoughts put on a public forum.
So here i go.
Do you guys know about the petrodollar?
Its an amazing idea that the US government came up with. I think its gloriously clever if it wasn't so sinister now.
In 1945 the Bretton Woods agreement established the dollar as the world currency. Everything was across the world was priced in dollars. This gave America a distinct financial advantage but the agreement stated that other countries could buy american dollars at a constant 35 dollars per ounce of gold.
1971 saw an end to that.
Now this agreement was based on the belief the american currency would remain very stable in worth. In other words the Americans weren't allowed to print too much money because the cash they had couldn't outstrip the amount of gold the Americans could give out in return.
Well. The Vietnam war taught the world what America thought of it obligations.
It became obvious to other countries that the Americans were printing large amounts of cash and so countries started trading their US dollars in for gold.
The US dollar went down until Nixon made this statement
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRzr1QU6K1o
1:05
"I have directed secretary connelly to temporarily suspend the convertability of the dollar into gold or other reserve assets..."
Oh sure it was temporary. but really it was never reversed.
Now America had the world currency but a currency backed by absolutely nothing.
worthless.
I imagine this sounds a bit boring and financey but it gets better.
Later Nixon would go on to talk to the king in Saudi Arabia into only accepting american dollars for his oil in exchange for american military guarding the oil fields in Saudi Arabia.
They said yes and this offer was extended to all key oil producing regions. By 1975 the US dollar was the only thing being traded for oil.
Which meant every country had to buy American dollars. They had an endless supply of cash as they held the every country by the balls.
Eventually some countries detested this notion and wanted to switch to a different currency or create a new one. And i'll just quickly jot down a few:
Iraq, Libya, Syria, Venezuela, Iran, China, Russia.
Anyone seeing a bit of a trend here?
Iraq moved to only buying using the euro in 2000.
Iraq was invaded in 2003
The arab spring gave America the perfect oppurtunity.
Iran has made the Iranian OIl bourse in which they sell their oil for gold, euro, pounds, yen, alot of solid currencies.
Venezuala in 2006 announced their support of moving to the euro.
China and Russia. These are the big one kahunas.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1332882/China-Russia-abandon-dollar-new-bilateral-trade-agreement.html
So to break it down for it you it goes like this:
"China and Russia are renouncing the U.S. dollar for trade, their premiers have announced."
Two of the biggest countries in the world are renouncing the dollar in the current crisis the Americans are in this is a death blow.
But of course. it gets worse. oh it only gets worse.
China has been engaging in alot of diplomacy lately. Here is a list of other ways in which the world has moved away from the petro-dollar:
Indeed, officials from China, India, Brazil, Russia, and South Africa (the latest addition to the BRIC acronym, now to be called BRICS) recently met in southern China to discuss expanding the use of their own currencies in foreign trade (yet another move away from the US Dollar).
To recap:
The trend here is obvious. The US Dollar’s reign as the world’s reserve currency is ending. The process will take time to unfold. But the Dollar will be finished as reserve currency within the next five years.
- China and Russia have removed the US Dollar from their trade
- China is rushing its trade agreement with Brazil
- China, Russia, Brazil, India, and now South Africa are moving to trade more in their own currencies (not the US Dollar)
- Saudi Arabia is moving to formalize trade with China and Russia
- Singapore is moving to trade yuan
Netanyahu recently held this speech at the UN outlining just how far away Iran is from a nuclear bomb. Now it doesn't matter that it isn't true that Iran is looking for nukes what matters to Israel is that if America is not the biggest power in the world, if it falls, Israel will too. No one is on Israels side. They have been operating an apartheid state for years and there are no countries out there that will jump to Israels aid after all the atrocities they have commited.
That red line shows us how far away this ticking time bomb is. We are oh so close.
http://www.aljazeera.com/indepth/opinion/2012/09/201291194236970294.html
War with Iran would bring this world into WW3
Russia and China have said any attack on Iran will prompt them to go to war.
Russia and China have no small amount of military might as we all know but Iran itself has the 8th largest army.
The territorial disputes with Japan would come to surface and we could see an attack of Chinese on Japan. America has military bases in Japan and they would surely come under fire.
That and i don't think there is much lost love between the two countries.
Iran has allies all over the world. specially in south america.
We would be expected to jump in on side of Britain.
This is why we need to care.
We are rolling towards a war of apocolyptic proportions.
How can we sit back and allow people to tell us we should go to war? When did we give them the right to tell us when we are to live or die?
The leaders who propose such dispicable ideas must be thrown out and stomped out until their ideas blow away like dust in the wind.
We live in very turbulent times and we must be ready to stand up and say that we do not need to be governed by the poor decisions of insane men. There is no time to wait.
The time for action is now.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Cooking with Hannuman
A while back my sister bought me a cookbook for christmas. It was Jamie Olivers Ministry of food.
At first i thought it was a pretty average present but as i started to cook the recipes I realised just how awesome this present was.
The book single handedly created my love for cooking.
In the book they have this thing saying that by reading this you are obliged to teach one of your friends a recipe which will help them live better eat better and just generally have a more enriched life.
Now i liked this idea so i thought i would take it a bit further and tell all of you guys on 420chan all i know about how to cook.
I hope you find this useful.
So i'ma start with Dinner because that tends to be what you want to know anyway.
Dinners consist of
The Base:
This could be pasta, potatoes, rice, beans, bread etc etc. Its what makes up the bulk of the meal its the largely tasteless stuff that needs to have shit added to it for flavour.
The vegetables:
Now i chuck in vegetables normally not because of their flavour but to change up the texture of the meal. The vegetables i pick normally get cooked along with the Flavour so that they soak up the Flavour and eating one of the vegetables is like a burst of flavour instead of boring old vegetables
Brocolli is my favourite for this because if you chuck it into say a pasta sauce the sauce gets caught all in the buddy bits and eating it isn't like "ugh a bit of brocolli" You will actively search for the brocolli because it has taken on the flavour of everything around it.
The following vegetables can be chucked into just about anything and still taste good with the dish.
Mushrooms, Onions, Carrots, Brocolli, Bamboo shoots, Capsicum, spring onion, Green beans, Cabbage, Celery.
The Flavour:
Now this is where it gets a bit complicated and a bit easier to fuck up but there are a few things that just don't go wrong
Curry Pastes:
Meal in a jar. well. not really but the whole flavour of a meal can be made just with this shit. it'll cost like 7 bucks for a 200gm jar and that could be several meals.
They are so so so worth your money.
Cans of tomatoes:
Every fucking house needs to have like 10 of these at all times. They cost a dollar or like 1.50 per can and one can can turn tasteless base material into something worth eating for the overall price of like 3 per meal. (although that is like student food. if you want something worth not just serving to yourself you'll have to read on)
They are so goddamn versatile.
Additives:
This is what makes the meal taste like awesome.
Its hard to know at first what to use if you havent cooked much and so you will have to experiment alot with things to see what is good where. there are alot of spices that fill peoples spice rack that i just don't even understand (I'm looking at you Tumeric)
The thing is that you've just got to make meals and try it out. Also it helps to, when you are eating a dish you didnt make, ask what was in it or if you are at a restaurant try to figure it out yourself. When you start to realise what does what you can make it work with your cooking too.
Anyway. I can't really tell you any overarching things about how most spices work but i can for certain spices
Coriander:
This is a curry spice. Chuck it in just about any curry and it works. If you don't know what it will taste like go to the supermarket and find the fresh coriander. pick a leaf and rub it between your hands. Chances are youve eaten it before and it will bring back memories of a certain dish. it is very pungent and makes the whole room perfumed with its scent.
People fucking love coriander. just the smell of it makes people think you are a good cook.
It works particularly well with Green curry, Tikka masala, or anything with tomatoes in it.
Cumin:
I heard it called arabian pepper once and it certainly makes sense like that. The smell of Cumin is so typically arabic.
Use it wherever for an arabian tinge to your cooking. it works well in most things. its a very versatile spice. try a little in your cooking at first maybe a teaspoon then see whether you like it/need more
Oregano/Thyme/Italian herbs.
Use in Tomato dishes. it buffs up the flavour.
Hmm..
maybe i should just write some recipes to show you what i mean.
One of my favourite recipes goes like this:
Hannumans Thai Green curry
Serves Four
300-400 grams of Chicken.
Crushed Ginger
Lemon juice
Fresh fucking coriander. (its not nessecary but it makes it so much better)
Three nice thick shoots of Spring Onion.
A handful of Green Beans for each person
1-2 onions depending on your taste.
Fresh chili (if that is your taste)
about 2-3 stalks of celery
Soy sauce
about 3-5 heaped teaspoons of Green curry paste (i do have a recipe for making the paste but i cant for the life of me remember it)
Coconut milk a 400ml can of it.
Bamboo shoots (not entirely nessecary but makes it much better)
Basmati rice (it really doesn't matter too much about what rice you take but i like basmati rice)
ith
So first off put some oil in the pan and get the stove going really hot.
Dice the chicken into small pieces then chuck the chicken in the pan with maybe 2-3 teaspoons of crushed ginger, the juice of a lemon and drizzle some soy sauce over it.
Put the rice on. ( i always forget the rice so i do it early but do it whenever you want)
Cut up the Vegetables
If the Chicken is well cooked through chuck the veges into the pan too then chuck the curry paste in. Mix the curry paste around to get as much
When the onions look cooked chuck the can of coconut milk into the pan and if it looks too dry add half the can of water.
Chuck however many bamboo shoots you feel like doing.
when the mixture starts boiling let it boil for a minute or two then take it off and serve!
Oh also add some coriander leaves to the curry fluid so they float around and look beautiful. Cutting up little bits of chili looks nice too.
deliciousmisio
Serves 3-4
250-400 grams of chicken.
can of chickpeas
1 can of tomatoes
Base of your choice (i used pasta) ( i wouldnt recommend potatoes for this but thats probably because i dont like potatoes much)
Veges of your choice. ( used mushrooms, celery, brocolli)
two teaspoons of red curry paste.
Additives (not nessecary but made it oh so good)
Coriander (about 6-8 shoots)
lime juice
dice the chicken.
Cut up your veges
Cook chicken stir the chicken so it dont burn homie. you might like to chuck some garlic in at this point or you might not. its up to you.
When the chicken is fully cooked chuck in The veges.
If you like your veges mushy leave them in for a bit. if not move straight on to..
chuck the can of chickpeas and tomatoes. At this point you might like to put in some chilli but again its up to you.
chuck the red curry paste in and stir it around make sure that the curry paste is well mixed in because no one wants chunks of curry paste
Boil some water, chuck the rice or pasta into the water. and cook that shit.
Once the flavour mixture starts to bubble put it on low temp and let it simmer so that everything gets nice and permeated with flavour.
Also add the additives now if yo are using them
When the base is ready you are ready to gorge yourself!
At first i thought it was a pretty average present but as i started to cook the recipes I realised just how awesome this present was.
The book single handedly created my love for cooking.
In the book they have this thing saying that by reading this you are obliged to teach one of your friends a recipe which will help them live better eat better and just generally have a more enriched life.
Now i liked this idea so i thought i would take it a bit further and tell all of you guys on 420chan all i know about how to cook.
I hope you find this useful.
So i'ma start with Dinner because that tends to be what you want to know anyway.
Dinners consist of
The Base:
This could be pasta, potatoes, rice, beans, bread etc etc. Its what makes up the bulk of the meal its the largely tasteless stuff that needs to have shit added to it for flavour.
The vegetables:
Now i chuck in vegetables normally not because of their flavour but to change up the texture of the meal. The vegetables i pick normally get cooked along with the Flavour so that they soak up the Flavour and eating one of the vegetables is like a burst of flavour instead of boring old vegetables
Brocolli is my favourite for this because if you chuck it into say a pasta sauce the sauce gets caught all in the buddy bits and eating it isn't like "ugh a bit of brocolli" You will actively search for the brocolli because it has taken on the flavour of everything around it.
The following vegetables can be chucked into just about anything and still taste good with the dish.
Mushrooms, Onions, Carrots, Brocolli, Bamboo shoots, Capsicum, spring onion, Green beans, Cabbage, Celery.
The Flavour:
Now this is where it gets a bit complicated and a bit easier to fuck up but there are a few things that just don't go wrong
Curry Pastes:
Meal in a jar. well. not really but the whole flavour of a meal can be made just with this shit. it'll cost like 7 bucks for a 200gm jar and that could be several meals.
They are so so so worth your money.
Cans of tomatoes:
Every fucking house needs to have like 10 of these at all times. They cost a dollar or like 1.50 per can and one can can turn tasteless base material into something worth eating for the overall price of like 3 per meal. (although that is like student food. if you want something worth not just serving to yourself you'll have to read on)
They are so goddamn versatile.
Additives:
This is what makes the meal taste like awesome.
Its hard to know at first what to use if you havent cooked much and so you will have to experiment alot with things to see what is good where. there are alot of spices that fill peoples spice rack that i just don't even understand (I'm looking at you Tumeric)
The thing is that you've just got to make meals and try it out. Also it helps to, when you are eating a dish you didnt make, ask what was in it or if you are at a restaurant try to figure it out yourself. When you start to realise what does what you can make it work with your cooking too.
Anyway. I can't really tell you any overarching things about how most spices work but i can for certain spices
Coriander:
This is a curry spice. Chuck it in just about any curry and it works. If you don't know what it will taste like go to the supermarket and find the fresh coriander. pick a leaf and rub it between your hands. Chances are youve eaten it before and it will bring back memories of a certain dish. it is very pungent and makes the whole room perfumed with its scent.
People fucking love coriander. just the smell of it makes people think you are a good cook.
It works particularly well with Green curry, Tikka masala, or anything with tomatoes in it.
Cumin:
I heard it called arabian pepper once and it certainly makes sense like that. The smell of Cumin is so typically arabic.
Use it wherever for an arabian tinge to your cooking. it works well in most things. its a very versatile spice. try a little in your cooking at first maybe a teaspoon then see whether you like it/need more
Oregano/Thyme/Italian herbs.
Use in Tomato dishes. it buffs up the flavour.
Hmm..
maybe i should just write some recipes to show you what i mean.
One of my favourite recipes goes like this:
Hannumans Thai Green curry
Serves Four
300-400 grams of Chicken.
Crushed Ginger
Lemon juice
Fresh fucking coriander. (its not nessecary but it makes it so much better)
Three nice thick shoots of Spring Onion.
A handful of Green Beans for each person
1-2 onions depending on your taste.
Fresh chili (if that is your taste)
about 2-3 stalks of celery
Soy sauce
about 3-5 heaped teaspoons of Green curry paste (i do have a recipe for making the paste but i cant for the life of me remember it)
Coconut milk a 400ml can of it.
Bamboo shoots (not entirely nessecary but makes it much better)
Basmati rice (it really doesn't matter too much about what rice you take but i like basmati rice)
ith
So first off put some oil in the pan and get the stove going really hot.
Dice the chicken into small pieces then chuck the chicken in the pan with maybe 2-3 teaspoons of crushed ginger, the juice of a lemon and drizzle some soy sauce over it.
Put the rice on. ( i always forget the rice so i do it early but do it whenever you want)
Cut up the Vegetables
If the Chicken is well cooked through chuck the veges into the pan too then chuck the curry paste in. Mix the curry paste around to get as much
When the onions look cooked chuck the can of coconut milk into the pan and if it looks too dry add half the can of water.
Chuck however many bamboo shoots you feel like doing.
when the mixture starts boiling let it boil for a minute or two then take it off and serve!
Oh also add some coriander leaves to the curry fluid so they float around and look beautiful. Cutting up little bits of chili looks nice too.
deliciousmisio
Serves 3-4
250-400 grams of chicken.
can of chickpeas
1 can of tomatoes
Base of your choice (i used pasta) ( i wouldnt recommend potatoes for this but thats probably because i dont like potatoes much)
Veges of your choice. ( used mushrooms, celery, brocolli)
two teaspoons of red curry paste.
Additives (not nessecary but made it oh so good)
Coriander (about 6-8 shoots)
lime juice
dice the chicken.
Cut up your veges
Cook chicken stir the chicken so it dont burn homie. you might like to chuck some garlic in at this point or you might not. its up to you.
When the chicken is fully cooked chuck in The veges.
If you like your veges mushy leave them in for a bit. if not move straight on to..
chuck the can of chickpeas and tomatoes. At this point you might like to put in some chilli but again its up to you.
chuck the red curry paste in and stir it around make sure that the curry paste is well mixed in because no one wants chunks of curry paste
Boil some water, chuck the rice or pasta into the water. and cook that shit.
Once the flavour mixture starts to bubble put it on low temp and let it simmer so that everything gets nice and permeated with flavour.
Also add the additives now if yo are using them
When the base is ready you are ready to gorge yourself!
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Massive amounts of wankery
I keep a notebook with me. on the train i write things. These are those things
(i wrote this at subway one day)
We live in a society of mutes, where dissent is abhorred for the preservation of the status quo
Fear shouts at us from every surface, an epidemic of social awkwardness plagues a generation of men who have lost their fire.
Anger is associated with the naive youth and in doing so allows the rest of humanity to pass off dissent as a phase outlived.
(at this point a customer walked in and i had to serve them)
Why is it that people accept that they should be ordinary?
how can they accept living life without passion?
How can they listlessly shuffle from one job to the next bowing to the perceived authority of another person no better than themselves and accept their word as law?
People say i have a problem with authority but to them i say they ARE the problem with authority.
They are the reason people with no experience or understanding of their position can retain that position dispite grand errors of judgement that cause others huge suffering.
To these people i say i will never stop questioning authority because when it isn't questioned it is take for granted and when it is taken for granted it is abused
Yeah so i had a interview today.
It was for a place called Grill'd
They are a healthy burger joint with a bit of social responsibility thrown in. each week they send money off to three local charities. its pretty awesome.
The interview went great lotsa smiles and good vibes. I'll get a call tomorrow if i got it.
Nothing memorable has been happening lately. more things will once i have enough money to spend it on stupid crap and interesting stories. as such i will continue to write this blog. but it will be mainly filled with random rants.
Yeah. i'll write a bit more tommorrow
(i wrote this at subway one day)
We live in a society of mutes, where dissent is abhorred for the preservation of the status quo
Fear shouts at us from every surface, an epidemic of social awkwardness plagues a generation of men who have lost their fire.
Anger is associated with the naive youth and in doing so allows the rest of humanity to pass off dissent as a phase outlived.
(at this point a customer walked in and i had to serve them)
Why is it that people accept that they should be ordinary?
how can they accept living life without passion?
How can they listlessly shuffle from one job to the next bowing to the perceived authority of another person no better than themselves and accept their word as law?
People say i have a problem with authority but to them i say they ARE the problem with authority.
They are the reason people with no experience or understanding of their position can retain that position dispite grand errors of judgement that cause others huge suffering.
To these people i say i will never stop questioning authority because when it isn't questioned it is take for granted and when it is taken for granted it is abused
Yeah so i had a interview today.
It was for a place called Grill'd
They are a healthy burger joint with a bit of social responsibility thrown in. each week they send money off to three local charities. its pretty awesome.
The interview went great lotsa smiles and good vibes. I'll get a call tomorrow if i got it.
Nothing memorable has been happening lately. more things will once i have enough money to spend it on stupid crap and interesting stories. as such i will continue to write this blog. but it will be mainly filled with random rants.
Yeah. i'll write a bit more tommorrow
Saturday, 15 September 2012
Money related happenings.
Right so good news. i have money!
I Did some work. pretty high skill work.
I sorted screws for a few hours.
Ha yeah i did a bit more than that. but mainly it was lifting things sorting things and cleaning things. I dont mind because i'm being paid 18 bucks an hour. or atleast i was. it was only for two days. It netted me 270 bucks. That was great because it pays for my public liability insurance so that when i get my busking license on Tuesday i will actually have insurance which.. tends to be important when its one of the things they specifically ask of you.
So Thursday i trekked across town to get to work.
It was pretty uneventful. I waited at the stop. There was a pretty girl in a brown dress at the stop. That was cool.
Pretty much i got on the tram (green) toddled to the train (blue) toddled along the train then pissed around when i got off because i couldnt find the bus stop that was supposed to get off and no one knew where it was and nothing showed me where it was. i found it eventually and got to work late.
worked all day. Sorted screws, cleaned, blah blah.
On my way home i was told to get on at the wrong side of the tracks. I didn't realise this and fell asleep on the train.
Green is the route i shouldve gone.
Purple is the route i did.
Now. i'll just note that that picture pretty much encompasses all of melbourne. A city of 4 million. Going to Craigieburn was akin to going to Rangiora from Burnside or Aramoana from The Octagon.
Fuck that cunt who told me to get on the wrong side.
But the silver lining is that once i got to melbourne i was in a bit of a shitty mood. understandably. But i got to the tram that would take me home and there was a familiar face waiting alongside me. That girl in the brown dress. So we got to talking. Her name is Shannon We actually got on really well. We took the same tram home and yarned the whole way. it was good to talk to a stranger so amiably. I got her number and perhaps we will go get a beer sometime.
That was Thursday.
Friday i figured i wouldn't fucki up the whole public transport thing because i would learn from yesterday
Oh ho ho no.
So i got to melbourne central took the wrong route then got delayed 15 minutes trying to get back to melbourne central
Then i took a ride to Footscray (red cross) where i needed to catch a connecting bus. I was sitting at the bus stop when a drunk guy rambled up and took my skateboard. He ran for a while and then tried to start skating. But he was either too drunk or not a keen skater and couldnt get the speed to get away from me.
I caught him and pushed him off my board. He hit his head on a post on the way down and i took my board back. By this point i had missed my bus and the drunk dude was shouting at me and there was a significant lump growing on his forehead. I didnt want to deal with him or the stares i was getting to i skated along the line to wait at a bus stop further down the road.
I got on the bus and the green cross is where i shouldve stopped but of course i missed my stop and went to the end of the line. again.
I finally got to work... But yeah. i managed to take one line of public transport that day without any problems. and i got to work an hour and a half late.
Melbourne weather is nuts. Itll be sunny and within a minute literally a minute it will be pouring absolutely pouring.
then it will be sunny again.
Then out of nowhere, and i know the picture doesn't show it well, but it hailed SO FUCKING HARD. so hard cars stopped. so hard that it was enough to make snowballs. You can see it all piled up against the wall there.
Then it was sunny again.
WTF melbourne?
Got paid. felt pretty good. first time i've had any money of my own. feels good man. Went to a bar called La la land last night with my sister.
I know i don't look like the best kept fellow but its nuts how many stares i get when i enter a room. Melbourne people seem to have an eagle eye for who has entered a room and fuck their stares are drilling.
Yeah so that was La la land.
We went to the only bar in australia that you can smoke in.
I can't remember the name but this cigar bar was fucking rocking.
I'm so tired. i'll finish this in the morning.
I Did some work. pretty high skill work.
I sorted screws for a few hours.
Ha yeah i did a bit more than that. but mainly it was lifting things sorting things and cleaning things. I dont mind because i'm being paid 18 bucks an hour. or atleast i was. it was only for two days. It netted me 270 bucks. That was great because it pays for my public liability insurance so that when i get my busking license on Tuesday i will actually have insurance which.. tends to be important when its one of the things they specifically ask of you.
It was pretty uneventful. I waited at the stop. There was a pretty girl in a brown dress at the stop. That was cool.
Pretty much i got on the tram (green) toddled to the train (blue) toddled along the train then pissed around when i got off because i couldnt find the bus stop that was supposed to get off and no one knew where it was and nothing showed me where it was. i found it eventually and got to work late.
worked all day. Sorted screws, cleaned, blah blah.
On my way home i was told to get on at the wrong side of the tracks. I didn't realise this and fell asleep on the train.
Purple is the route i did.
Now. i'll just note that that picture pretty much encompasses all of melbourne. A city of 4 million. Going to Craigieburn was akin to going to Rangiora from Burnside or Aramoana from The Octagon.
Fuck that cunt who told me to get on the wrong side.
But the silver lining is that once i got to melbourne i was in a bit of a shitty mood. understandably. But i got to the tram that would take me home and there was a familiar face waiting alongside me. That girl in the brown dress. So we got to talking. Her name is Shannon We actually got on really well. We took the same tram home and yarned the whole way. it was good to talk to a stranger so amiably. I got her number and perhaps we will go get a beer sometime.
That was Thursday.
Friday i figured i wouldn't fucki up the whole public transport thing because i would learn from yesterday
Oh ho ho no.
Then i took a ride to Footscray (red cross) where i needed to catch a connecting bus. I was sitting at the bus stop when a drunk guy rambled up and took my skateboard. He ran for a while and then tried to start skating. But he was either too drunk or not a keen skater and couldnt get the speed to get away from me.
I caught him and pushed him off my board. He hit his head on a post on the way down and i took my board back. By this point i had missed my bus and the drunk dude was shouting at me and there was a significant lump growing on his forehead. I didnt want to deal with him or the stares i was getting to i skated along the line to wait at a bus stop further down the road.
I got on the bus and the green cross is where i shouldve stopped but of course i missed my stop and went to the end of the line. again.
I finally got to work... But yeah. i managed to take one line of public transport that day without any problems. and i got to work an hour and a half late.
Melbourne weather is nuts. Itll be sunny and within a minute literally a minute it will be pouring absolutely pouring.
then it will be sunny again.
Then out of nowhere, and i know the picture doesn't show it well, but it hailed SO FUCKING HARD. so hard cars stopped. so hard that it was enough to make snowballs. You can see it all piled up against the wall there.
Then it was sunny again.
WTF melbourne?
I know i don't look like the best kept fellow but its nuts how many stares i get when i enter a room. Melbourne people seem to have an eagle eye for who has entered a room and fuck their stares are drilling.
Yeah so that was La la land.
We went to the only bar in australia that you can smoke in.
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