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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.
 

My ten favourite people

Farewell.  Actually... the opposite of that.

I wanted to start off my weekly top ten list with the list of my ten favourite people, but the only problem, is that I don't know what order they're meant to be in.  so you figure it out.

Dr. Hunter S Thompson  

This man is my idol.  He got me out of a bad place.  If you have not read anything written by the good doctor, shame on you, it is all literary gold.  A prankster with a lust for adventure, and a spirit that never said no.  If you need a recommendation, I suggest Hell's Angels; one of his best.  

Buy the ticket, Take the ride.

Rest in Peace 

Fat Mike

Founder of Fat Wreck Chords, political junkie, family man, Gimme Gimme, and the finest bass player and lyricist in punk rock history (yeah that's right Henry Rollins, Fuck you).  Fat Mike started NoFx when he was 16, and damn they were shit, but at the same time it was obvious that greatness was brewing.  Hearing their fist album really gave us hope that we may one day be rockstars. 

 I was wrong.  we were crap.

Kate Miccuci

I first heard of Kate when she was on Scrubs, long before the ukulele had become a fashion accessory for hipsters.  An awesome actress, comedian, musician, and artist with a heart of gold.  I interviewed kate a couple years ago, and she told me stories of her childhood as if we'd known each other for years.  genuine, loveable, and fucking hilarious.  

Johnny Depp

In a world full of laxative actors, it's good to know that there's one that doesn't give me the shits.

One of the greatest actors of our time; I think the whole heart-throb thing causes him to be overlooked and somewhat underrated sometimes, but seriously, the man is a genius.  

Billie-Joe Armstrong

I was in a band when I was younger.

We rocked out to Green Day so much, and so loud. It was awesome.

Not everyone thought so though.  we had more than a few visits from the cops, and drove one of the neighbours to insanity.  Another neighbour threatened to beat my head in cause he could hear me playing from the end of the road one day.  He didn't though... and I didn't stop playing.  Nark.

Suzanne Pepperell

My wife.  

She inspires me. She supports me. She listens to my rants and puts up with my shit.

I don't know how she does it to be honest.  She has definitely earned a place in the top ten.

Tony Mott

This guy takes photos of rock stars. jealous? yeah, me too.

Tony is a photographer who I look up to, and one day it'd be great to shoot alongside him.

I interviewed Tony when he was touring with his latest book.  I was meant to get half an hour, but we hung out for the whole day and he spoke at length of touring with the biggest names in music.

Great day.  Cheers Mr Mott.

Tim Minchin

THE. FUNNIEST. GUY. EVER.

HERE IS A MAN WHO CANNOT BE WRITTEN ABOUT IN STANDARD TEXT.  TO ATTEMPT TO DESCRIBE HIM  IN ANYTHING BUT CAPS SHOULD BE CONSIDERED AN INSULT.  EVEN THEN IT IS NOT ENOUGH.  I'M THINKING SIX FOOT HIGH LETTERS OF FIRE MIGHT BE ACCEPTABLE, BUT EVEN THEN I'M NOT SURE.

A rock and roll nerd who has more talent than that guy you like.

He's awesome, even though he never called me back.

My Mum

The strongest person I know.  

She has been through more hardship than most people, but she always comes away with a smile on her face and a story to tell.  A talented musician who still frequents the stage after more than thirty years. 

I wish I had this much heart.

Nine... That's all you get.  To put down ten would finish the list, but I can't do that.  There are many more people I need to add, so if I don't finish the list, it's kind of like they all get a spot right?

Or maybe I just want to mess with you.

People are awesome

People are awesome.

Sure, there is a seemingly endless list of people that put a strain on my faith in humanity on a daily basis, but every now and then, someone comes along and exudes such amazing quantities of concentrated awesomeness that I realise there is a place for everyone, no matter how socially retarded they tend to be.  After all, we need the ignorant, the naive, the religious nuts, and the hipsters.  Without them, we wouldn't recognise greatness if it hit us in the face with a lead pipe.

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I would like to continue tomorrow, with this week's top ten list, so please, stay tuned.  and if you want to be extra cool in my book, just up to the right is a button to follow me... press it... if you dare.