Friday, August 31, 2007

Thursday, August 30, 2007


Today while I was delivering the mail on Level Four I bumped into Ronald. He blocked my way and before I could protest he said, "My ultimate weapon is the China cannon attached to my groin."

He always says things like that, trying to impress everybody. But it rarely works. When I didn't look amazed and impressed at his ridiculous declaration, he walked away kicking the carpet.

My job is a low-pressure job mostly, which is great because it allows plenty of time for idle thought. As I was about to head down the ramp to Level Three it occurred to me that if this place was an anime, then ideally the characters would be composed of girls reading books, girls with glasses, robotic maids, and sisters. Mostly it would be great fun and stimulating on many levels, but then something bad would happen, like one of the robotic maids would corner me and say, "You executed the mission. Then all I have to do is execute you." Then I would have to run fast, and try hard not to trip over.

It wouldn't all be bad, like I said. Mostly it would be wonderful and fascinating. I would pass by the doorman on the way out, and he would talk about his friend Oscar.

"He had no income, so he stopped his hunger by eating mushrooms which were growing on his underpants in the closet."

I tell him that this is a perfect example of the ingenuity of man, and that it sounds like something from a magical bedtime story.

The doorman gets a sad look, he looks at his shiny black shoes, and says that it wasn't really so perfect or wonderful after all, because the angel who lived on his house scared him because she beat him to death without notice.

"That's typical," I say. "Plus, every time the hero wins, the trio is punished by the pig-like creature."

That was life, I guess. You had to take the rough with the smooth.

Uh oh. Ronald was up ahead again. The ramp was narrow and I halfway down it, so no way of avoiding him. Oh well. When I got near him he put a foot on the small wheels at the front of the mail trolley and looked at me with intensity. Here we go again.

"When I fell down the stairs with my classmate, my body was replaced with her."

"What does that mean?" I said.

Ronald brushed something invisible off his shoulder and twitched.

"Let's decide the supremacy over the earth by the blows of robots."

"OK. That sounds like a good idea," I said.

He wasn't such a bad guy, Ronald. At least he didn't come out with the kind of idiotic, broken record type stuff a lot of other people around here come up with.

His foot was still on the tiny wheels, now moving back and forth a fraction each time. I put the lock on to stop it. Just for fun.

"The wrong use of the magic equipment often embarrasses the girl in the bathroom when she is taking a bath."

Ronald was beginning to make sense.

I nodded, then Ronald nodded.

"When I fell in love with her, I thought that the girl was my stepsister. I bet if I had known she was my real sister, I would not have fallen in love with her."

That made sense, too. I started smiling.

Ronald kept nodding, and started smiling too.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Lunar Eclipse II

Moon and Earth and Sun.
Late Winter nightside eclipse.
Moon gets a bloodbath.

Lunar Eclipse I

Moon and Earth and Sun.
A short time locked in a line.
Bathes the Moon in red.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Man's Inhumanity To Man (cont'd.)

"They try to do their best to destroy me mentally to stop my hunger strike. They come to clean the cell in the middle of the night and make strange noises just outside my cell door. This is all in the name of 'checking up on me' and 'making sure I am all right'. I swear I have never seen such a devilish way of thinking as they seem to have. Sometimes I really stop to wonder whether they are human beings."

- Shaker Aamer from his diary, July 2005 during hunger strike at Camp Echo, Guantanamo Bay. [Bad Men : Guantanamo Bay and the Secret Prisons by Clive Stafford Smith]

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Here Comes

I am reading a very good book at the moment by David Morrell (he's the dude who wrote First Blood, thus creating the iconic Rambo character), the book is called Lessons From A Lifetime Of Writing. Anyway, I read this very funny part last night. He mentioned what he called the worst-written classic American novel, Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser. Its theme is pessimistic determinism, which apparently means that the environment and fate are conspired to destroy us, or something, and that the prose is "awful". This is my favourite example:

"Here comes the moths."

Saturday, August 11, 2007


The Hills Have Eyes 2.
The good guys are so stupid.
You'll root for mutants.


The Hills Have Eyes 2.
Makes you laugh when you should scream.
You'll want a refund.


The Hills Have Eyes 2.
You want to see idiots?
Go see this movie.


The Hills Have Eyes 2.
This is what you call horror?
I call it dumb shit.


The Hills Have Eyes 2.
National Guard got no hope.
Mutants are smarter.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Tideland H2

Classique, Fashion Jeans,
Magic Curl and Cut 'n' Style.
You got a party.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Stapler, Not A Cherry Blossom

Stapler in your head.
In no uncertain terms, see?
I would assume so.


[Language warning! I use some swear words below, but only because I felt the situation demanded it.]

Note: Elaborate on this after work:
Anybody who uses these tired old turds fucking gets it:
They will say something like, "I told him in no uncertain terms."
Then, they will say something like, "I would assume so."
[Die, cunt.]

Later, at home...

I know some of you are still checking in here once in a while. Konichiwa!

What that earlier thing was about - I overheard one of the people I work with say, "And I told him in no uncertain times.. blah blah.." She starts a sentence with that idiotic old turd about two times a week. Almost every poor jerk she talks to must have been told in no uncertain terms. Every time I hear it I want to throw my friggin stapler at her head and shout, "Change the fuckin' record, willya?!"

In no goddam fuckin'uncertain friggin' terms, DUDE. I WOULD ASSUME SO!

Monday, August 06, 2007

My Lunch

Beef tortellini:
Bacon, mushrooms, garlic sauce.
What I had for lunch.

Plan For After Work

Off to the movies.
Gonna see Black Snake Moan.
Gonna eat choc top.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Geri Likes Rock Festivals

Splendour in the Grass.
Have fun, Geri, and rock out.
Say hi to Muscles.

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Insect Hibernation

This Sydney winter.
Not one insect to be heard.
Deafening silence.

The Number 23

Number 23.
A fascinating number.
Terrible movie.

Ingmar Bergman

Ingmar Bergman dead.
I never saw his movies.
But now I want to.

Sickly child Ingmar.
Hit and humiliated.
By his priest father.