Do you every worry about what will happen to all your crap when you die? All the embarrassing diaries and love letters and chocolate wrappers and half-written stories and ill-considered underwear. And the digital mess of emails and photos and blogs. If your end comes swift and suddenly you won’t have a chance to clean Read More
Some days I want to surrender and have one of those weblogs where one can just fire up about whatever's shitting them off on that particular day with no regard for quality and editorial control instead of the sorely neglected over-edited pile of pish this site has become. So here's a few things that have Read More
Moving the contents of your apartment down three flights of stairs one armload at a time is bloody boring, to say the least. Plus I hate walking down stairs when carrying things, I freak out when I can't see my feet. But I found a good way to stay awake and/or not fall down head Read More
Year 7, 1990. I used to watch the popular chicks draped over the bubblers at recess and wonder why the lads loved them so. Why had these girls nabbed the hottest (scrawny, arseless, crackly-voiced) boys in our grade? What did they have in common? After a lot of scribbling in notebooks and scientific analysis, I Read More
Text message conversations with Mr. Wrong Number. About 3am – WHERE R U RIGHT NOW? 9 am – Who is this? 10 am – ITS NATE – I don’t know a Nate – OH MUST HAVE PUT IN THE RONG NUMBER NICE TO MEET U, WERE DO U LIVE? – Canberra, and you? – PERTH Read More
mailache n. When the tingly euphoria of seeing one actually has new e-mail melts into sadness and grump when one realises it's just more Check out these ho's in my highschool! spam.
Spotted outside Salmonella House in Braddon:
to 1981 – Really don't remember. Next-door neighbour Bradley's treehouse, handcrafted by his father in solid pine, nestled in an ancient pepper tree, complete with devoted mother bringing tasty snacks at regular intervals. Erin, Kelli-Ann and Marnie with their long flowing hair, just begging to be arranged into elaborate ponytails, braids and bunches. I am Read More
This week I've learned the importance of good signage in the workplace to warn employees of potential hazards. I've also learned the importance of ensuring none of these posters are designed any later than 1985. There are hundreds of signs available from the National Safety Council of Australia and fall into four different categories: 1. Read More
This is the day in which women everywhere have a constant look of expectation on their face. Flowers, chocolates, marriage proposals, they're just around the corner, to be sure. I say this without any trace of bitterness, it has nothing to do with the fact I am home alone while both my flatmates are out Read More
