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teeny tiny shoes

So, If you didn't know yet, my wife and I are expecting a baby in June (pause for applause), and I think I may have developed an addiction to buying little tiny shoes... They're just so small!!

Here's a pair I bought today at DFO.

What if...?

So this is my Kermit... He's taken a beating over the years, but he has regained his confidence since I made him some pants and a jacket.  I always loved "Rainbow Connection" but often wondered what it would be like if kermit was a punk.  Well, I think it would be something like this...

Inpromptu flashback #2

These guys were the first band I saw live - I was 14, and they were playing an all ages gig at this shitty bar in Townsville.  Since then, strangely, I have had many encounters with them - I seem to run into these guys everywhere.  I went to see Frenzal in 2004 (i think) when they played the infamous Waterloo Hotel, back when it was a dirty punk dive.  I'll never forget that night; we were so crazy that I managed to get the microphone from Jay during the chorus of "Never had so much fun".

It's not my favourite Frenzal track, but it is one I will always remember.

Football season is over

February 20th, 1995.  A shot rings out from the study. Minutes later, a body is discovered.  A man.  His body slumped over a typewriter with a single word printed on the page... Counseler.

Hunter S Thompson.  A man who spent his life in the pursuit of freedom.  A man who inspired a generation of misguided souls to push the boundaries of conventional society.  A man who showed us that when you've gone so far that you reach the edge, sometimes it's better to go over and see what lies where few dare to go.  

So, if you're looking for inspiration in your life, why not look towards the teachings of the good doctor.

“Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives... and to the "good life", whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.”


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inpromptu flashback #1

Hey! it's late, and I'm drunk bored.  Here's a track that really takes me back.  Enjoy.

wisdom comes with age.

Can I just say, at the risk of sounding old, young people these days really grind my gears.

Who am I kidding? I've always been an old man in a young body; albeit this young body seems to be deteriorating at a much faster pace than what I am led to beleive is normal, but even so, kids these days just don't get it.

Now, I know that there is a point in everyone's life when the next generation stops making sense.  It happened with our parents, and their parents before them... It is something that comes with age, a rite of passage if you will.

But this isn't one of those situations.

Sure, we were all kids once, and I know that if you really think about it, you can pin-point the exact moment in your life when your parents stopped pretending to understand.  But times have changed, and although we as kids did our fair share of stupid shit, we did it out of a dire need for adventure, not because risking our necks would help us get one step closer to becoming vampires.

The thing that really gets under my skin though, is that these people are so deep into their own pseudo-reality that they have no idea how much they're missing out on by letting their ignorance lead them on their life path.  The obsession with social networks, reality tv, and internet gaming has led a generation of youth into the fire.

Video killed the radio star, but the 21st century killed independant thought.

But what do I know? In this universe, I'm the weird one.  Is that so terrible?  I really shouldn't feel so bad about the way the world is shifting, after all, I know the real score.

Yes, I would rather read The Great Gatsby than the latest twilight novel, and yes, I would rather watch a documentary, or a movie with substance over the latest bowel movement from hollywood.  And if this makes me an outcast, than i couldn't be happier.

Let me end by saying, this is not over; every lemming goes over the edge eventually.