Thursday, June 30, 2011


I'm pretty gutted right now.

Possibly one of my favourite artists of all time is playing in Melbourne tonight, and I can't go.

And I've never seen him live. And who knows when I'll get a chance to see him again.

Pretty gutted.

If you're in Melbourne and have nothing to do, go and check it out on my behalf. 8pm, $30 on the door at The Toff in Town.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Lucinda Devlin

Lucinda Devlin

Lucinda Devlin

Lucinda Devlin

Lucinda Devlin

A little more information on the photographer, here.


...this blog 'turned 2' on Saturday. How about that. I was fully aware of the fact before the fact, and I considered doing something to mark the occasion. But then I couldn't really be fucked, because really, who cares. Is it an achievement? No. Not at all.

It is interesting to think about what's happened to me in the last 2 years I guess. Perhaps not for you it isn't, but it is for me. I've moved house once. Witnessed the birth of my totally, totally amazing son Miles. Mourned the death of Milo's Granddad. Rode my bike from Sydney to Melbourne. Heart-breakingly split from Miles' mum. Smashed my face into the concrete. Broken my hip. Perhaps cheated death on a couple of occasions. Drank more than I think it is cool to admit. Lived alone in a former family home. Been horrendously poor because of it. Had a great housemate move in and turn it back into a home. And now here I am. I'm sure more has happened, but I can't be bothered thinking any more about it.

In regards to the blog. Well, this is the 3,692nd post. That's 2.96 posts a day. Well over 90 albums have been uploaded for you to steal. I've gone from loving it to hating it more than I care to remember. In fact, just last week I was a finger-twitch away from deleting it. I used to be a little obsessed with updating. For the moment however, if I never made another post I'd be fine with it. Depending on which stats website I believe, I've had either 6,754 page views, or 101,529. I don't really get how that works, nor do I care. I occasionally wonder how many followers I'd have if I succumbed to the hip allure of tumblr. I never will though. Oh, except for the two secret tumblrs that I had which didn't last for very long. In one, I posted a lot of the stuff I think about but never speak about, no matter how atrocious. In the other, I posted every single text I received. Both were amazing, both have been deleted. I hate tumblr a lot.

Anyway, I stated above that I thought about doing something to mark Fuck Cunts' 2nd birthday but I couldn't be fucked. Clearly, I have just done that anyway. That's me, though. I'm a bit of a fucking hypocrite.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ryan Andrews

Chaz just sent me this totally flippin' awesome comic by illustrator, Ryan Andrews. Talented people are assholes. I bet he's all humble and donates to SPCA and has a super hot girlfriend that is most comfortable when she's wearing those kinda semi-transparent underwear and one of his tank tops around the house. Fucking jerk.

Ryan Andrews Illustrator

I really liked this movie.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

This guy is so fucking lucky that he got to meet Michael Jackson.

He's got a point.

I really liked this movie.

When I browse the 'Reader's Comments' section...

...on news websites, I truly despair for humanity. Seriously, right through to my core.

If you ever wanted evidence that the large percentage of humans are absolutely hideous, pathetic creatures, just go and have a look at the comments section on say,, or

It's so easy to be surrounded by like-minded peers, blissfully unaware that there are swelling masses of disgustingly ignorant cunts who go about their daily lives all around you, all over the globe. I am fully convinced that for me, the largest draw-back to the internet is that it has made me aware how truly horrible a lot of people are. And I feel sick because of it, because I know that it will never, ever change.

So what am I supposed to do? Just ignore it? Accept it as an unflinching truth of existence, and instead just try to enjoy the company of people I know who are actually decent human-beings?