Although this week was jam-packed full of uni-assignment fun (and even though my life continues to be), I had one of the best weeks I've had in a long time with many thanks to the Smashing Pumpkins and the events at V festival '08.
It all started with the Smashing Pumpkins show at the Hordern Pavilion on Thursday night, where Billy Corgan graced the stage with his space-alien like stature. They warmed the crowd with 'Porcelina (of the vast oceans)' and then hammered through a montage of songs from the new 'Zeitgeist' album. 'Tonight, Tonight' had me up in arms, as did 'Mayonaise', 'Everlasting Gaze, the' and 'Bullet with butterfly wings'. Once again, the feeling of being 10 feet away from one of your rock idols is perpetually mind-blowing. It was an awesome re-union and I'll definitely be seeing them again in future.
V festival was the most fun I've had in a long time... It started at central, where me and Laura met up with Tay who was drinking a bottle of Jimmy alone in the middle of the park across from Eddy Avenue. We talked for a while, watched Tay get drunk of his tits until Squeak and Baana showed up with a bunch of lager-louts who I'd never met before in my life. Before we set about on our travels my intention was to load up on Dutch-courage at a Sydney pub before we boarded the bus in order to save some money (it costs $8.50 for one shot of jagermeister at the festival...) but those efforts were in vain because the lager-louts took off without me, Laura, Squeak and his woman Amy.
By the time we got to centennial park my senses were ablaze, and to top it off I decided to meet with half-of a friend named 'pill' who created this incendiary buzz throughout my veins about 3 hours into the fun. At the festival I met Griggsy and gang, but we all decided to go our separate ways to see our bands of preference. 'Modest Mouse' sucked, I must say... And so did 'AIR'. Queens of the Stone Age came on at 6 to blow everyone's minds, except the only let down was the acoustics. A brief stint watching Duran Duran and then I was ready to see the Pumpkins in all of their godly glory again. I missed Presets, though I'll probably see them eventually.
Upon walking through the dark, shadowy crowd I tripped on this stupid girl who was sitting in the middle of the masses. She looked at me in disgust as I said "Oh my god man I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there I hope you're ok!!" Even though she accepted my apology with a hi-five her friends were yelling shit at me as if I'd done something wrong. Well, sorry ladies, I'm afraid sitting on the ground in the swaying masses of the mosh pit ain't the wisest move.
The train ride home sucked though, seeing as the night trains stop at EVERY stop along the line on the way home. Oh yeah and to top it all off someone had urinated in the carriage and there was a young couple having sex a few rows behind where we were sitting. Yeah, HAVING SEX ON A TRAIN AFTER SOMEONE HAD CLEARLY BAPTIZED THE CARRIAGE WITH THEIR GOLDEN GOOSE FLUID. Some people, hey? Gross.
Oh yeah, and I'm going to join the NIN front-line finally (meaning I'm paying to become a member of 'the spiral' fan club). I came about this revelation after my liasison with a guy who met Trent Reznor through the fan club, not bad eh?
Mark.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Lower your inhibitions and fucking entertain me
What is it about 'bogains'? What is it about their senslessness, their lack of thought and their ability to recklessly abandon social etiquette, particularly on public transport systems...? I thought about this the other day on the train, when a dishevelled looking 19 year old woman boarded the train with her 30 year old husband and two sons at Macquarie fields train station (No, I didn't stutter... TWO!). The family sat there, cussing at anything and anyone who dared to look at them the wrong way... I couldn't understand what could possibly compel them to verbally tear apart anything and anyone that crossed their path...
"Sit the fuck down Riley!" ... "Awww look at this ugly cunt walking past, kids look at 'im!", shrieked the woman in the most nasal voice possible. I sat there behind them.. My lip would curl every time words dribbled from each of their mouths. It was then I looked out the window and actually smirked at what they were laughing at... This old man was walking past the window at Minto station. He had no shirt, was lathered in sweat, no teeth and to top it off his ass-crack was hanging out of his slacks. As he hobbled along carrying his plastic bag full of empty VB bottles, I watched as the woman (mother of two) leaned out the window as the train started moving and yelled "Hey fat-boy, put a fucking shirt on and pull your pants up!! Kids, get me a fucking coin so I can throw it at 'is money-box!!"
Bogains make the train rides fun. In my head, that is the only logical explanation as to how they are not yet extinct as a species. Looking at them, it just makes you wonder how someone could become such a person...? But i'm not gonna debate the whole nature versus nurture bullshit here, I know there are many people who are unwillingly or inavoidably brought up in wrongful circumstances... I'm not really arguing a point, so just agree that bogains make great comedic fodder and alike the purpose of the common fly in the insect world, they serve no purpose but to provide a small amount of humourous sustenance to the ever-inflating ego.
To that stupid teenage mother who boarded the Macarthur train at Macquarie fields, thanks for brightening my shitty day and I look forward to more laughably grotesque bogain encounters.
Peace.
"Sit the fuck down Riley!" ... "Awww look at this ugly cunt walking past, kids look at 'im!", shrieked the woman in the most nasal voice possible. I sat there behind them.. My lip would curl every time words dribbled from each of their mouths. It was then I looked out the window and actually smirked at what they were laughing at... This old man was walking past the window at Minto station. He had no shirt, was lathered in sweat, no teeth and to top it off his ass-crack was hanging out of his slacks. As he hobbled along carrying his plastic bag full of empty VB bottles, I watched as the woman (mother of two) leaned out the window as the train started moving and yelled "Hey fat-boy, put a fucking shirt on and pull your pants up!! Kids, get me a fucking coin so I can throw it at 'is money-box!!"
Bogains make the train rides fun. In my head, that is the only logical explanation as to how they are not yet extinct as a species. Looking at them, it just makes you wonder how someone could become such a person...? But i'm not gonna debate the whole nature versus nurture bullshit here, I know there are many people who are unwillingly or inavoidably brought up in wrongful circumstances... I'm not really arguing a point, so just agree that bogains make great comedic fodder and alike the purpose of the common fly in the insect world, they serve no purpose but to provide a small amount of humourous sustenance to the ever-inflating ego.
To that stupid teenage mother who boarded the Macarthur train at Macquarie fields, thanks for brightening my shitty day and I look forward to more laughably grotesque bogain encounters.
Peace.
Looking back on the beginning
This year kicked off with a bang, as usual, when the clock struck midnight on another unplanned new years eve in which I spent the count-down in a car driving home on the way back from the shittest club event ever, musing upon my maladroit behaviour and arrogance on a night that was supposed to be big. Two minutes into 2008 and I had already managed to piss off my woman with my dogmatic temperant, all because I couldn't see the "fun" in spending NYE in a night club fulll of douche-bag goths clicking their heels to brainless nu-metal -- Ironically, you have to question who the cynic really is in this situation...
Going into January I had no idea what to expect, and quite frankly I was petrified of what lay ahead of me in the proceeding month -- I wouldn't have a job, and I'd need a shit-load of money to kick-start my life as an official uni bum. Strangely enough, the end of January was awesome... I went to Big Day Out Melbourne for fuck's sake!! (And for all those who have never been, it's definitely something you've got to experience -- though mind you, last year's was better)...
By the time I reached February, my full-time position with Atico was rolling to a close and everything seemed to be losing momentum... I started uni in early March and I didn't know what to expect... I knew no-one, and it seemed as though my tertiary expeditions would be entirely solitary. Things picked up though, and I started meeting a shit-load of people. I also went and saw Mindless Self Indulgence for the first time ever, but Laura and myself were kind of disappointed that no-one else came with them (such as The Birthday Massacre) but I can honestly say it was one of the most electrifying shows I've seen to date (aside from the likes of NIN, Muse and 30 Seconds to Mars)... Jimmy Urine is literally like a punk rock Willy Wonka, he waltzes on stage with a purple cane and a tailored jacket, hair-style emulating that of a sea urchin and this intense energy that I can't begin to describe in words... Want to know why I'm ranting about this? Because Laura and myself got to fucking meet the guy after the show, and yeah I got a hug, hahahaha... It was almost as exciting as the time I got to meet Jared Leto *gloat* but yeah I'll stop now...
Fuck uni. It's gotten to a point where I'm in a zombified state of functionality. The course content is merciless and if you fail to keep your head above the water you'll quickly find yourself inundated with weeks and weeks of catch-up work... This means folks, more caffeine, less sleep and more tension. Who else feels like they're losing their hair at uni...?
Anyway, I'm done here... This blog from now on is going to be nothing more than a vessel of constructive thought application, it's purpose being to enlighten anyone who gives a shit enough to read it and also to distract me from the lurid temptations of devilish social networking sites such as myspace and facebook... And don't worry, my future posts won't be so plain, haha.
Peace.
Going into January I had no idea what to expect, and quite frankly I was petrified of what lay ahead of me in the proceeding month -- I wouldn't have a job, and I'd need a shit-load of money to kick-start my life as an official uni bum. Strangely enough, the end of January was awesome... I went to Big Day Out Melbourne for fuck's sake!! (And for all those who have never been, it's definitely something you've got to experience -- though mind you, last year's was better)...
By the time I reached February, my full-time position with Atico was rolling to a close and everything seemed to be losing momentum... I started uni in early March and I didn't know what to expect... I knew no-one, and it seemed as though my tertiary expeditions would be entirely solitary. Things picked up though, and I started meeting a shit-load of people. I also went and saw Mindless Self Indulgence for the first time ever, but Laura and myself were kind of disappointed that no-one else came with them (such as The Birthday Massacre) but I can honestly say it was one of the most electrifying shows I've seen to date (aside from the likes of NIN, Muse and 30 Seconds to Mars)... Jimmy Urine is literally like a punk rock Willy Wonka, he waltzes on stage with a purple cane and a tailored jacket, hair-style emulating that of a sea urchin and this intense energy that I can't begin to describe in words... Want to know why I'm ranting about this? Because Laura and myself got to fucking meet the guy after the show, and yeah I got a hug, hahahaha... It was almost as exciting as the time I got to meet Jared Leto *gloat* but yeah I'll stop now...
Fuck uni. It's gotten to a point where I'm in a zombified state of functionality. The course content is merciless and if you fail to keep your head above the water you'll quickly find yourself inundated with weeks and weeks of catch-up work... This means folks, more caffeine, less sleep and more tension. Who else feels like they're losing their hair at uni...?
Anyway, I'm done here... This blog from now on is going to be nothing more than a vessel of constructive thought application, it's purpose being to enlighten anyone who gives a shit enough to read it and also to distract me from the lurid temptations of devilish social networking sites such as myspace and facebook... And don't worry, my future posts won't be so plain, haha.
Peace.
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