Im a reasonable man....BUT...this has gone too far

Satisfy that craving? Satisfy that craving.... For fuck's sake KFC.. why don't you just spit in my face.

Another fucking sub par effort, KFC, you've lost my vote.

UMMMM... EXCUSE ME...! .....WHAT?!?!?!

Errrr ummmm.... How does one put this....

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"Woods vows to keep on improving"

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"After becoming the first player to win at least eight times on the PGA Tour in three different seasons (1999, 2000 and 2006), he says he is still improving. "

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For the first time, in a very long time, possibly since i tried to speak french last, i, the author, am lost for words. Is there something Tig-rhones not telling us?

The Michael

The Michael Cometh.

Sometimes fantasy really is better than reality....

The concept: To take a fickle -(I declare that KFC is the most fickle of the fastfood chains.. when their burgers are bad- oh man theyre bad, but when theyre good, theyre oh so good)...Anyway back to the concept.

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The concept: to take a fickle pre-existing burger and give it a new lease on life(for a one month promo period). Finally i was hungry and deluded enough to swing by a KFC and put some of their greasy mittens in my stomach- Besides i had been punishing myself and hadnt eaten KF since a certain sniffy free golf trip.

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As i pulled into the drive thru i decided on a whim (always a mistake- i promise never to go against the Twister again) to try out this new accomplishment in the world of burgers. A KFC Nacho Burger. Sounds brilliant to me.

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I made the 2-3 minute journey home and ploughed straight into the treat knowing full well that if i left it too long the enjoyment of the burger would rapidly decline at a feverishly high exponential rate.

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What i tasted was nothing like i had expected.After opening up my burger with the patience of a bomb technician as not to disturb the flavour i made several observations. The salsa was no more than one teaspoon(not heaped) and off to one side and the chips consisted of 3- THREE- shaped roughly the same size as a 50 cent piece- perhaps a sniffy bigger. Obviously the fact that the burger was cold and small does not go in the burgers favour.

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Ah i blame myself really- what was i thinking.

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Overall i give this burger a 3/10

and myself a 2/10 for not learning my lesson from the last time KFC had a promo burger.

Jesus and those dreaded sweatmongs.....

With Sweatmongs being the latest 'must have' in the world of fashion, i thought it would be an appropriate time to cast my mind back to the days of old, before sweatmonging was cool. I took the luxury of casting my mind back as far as i could until i came to a point where i just couldnt continue thinking anymore. My mind was anchored. i had found the pinnacle and, dare i say it, the original sweatmong.

Jesus Christ.

Pictured right>> Our biblical hero, nay, maestro, can be seen demonstrating the correct grip for a demon-like inswinging yorker that would have had moses trembling in his sandals.

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But anyway, this is not about Jesus bowling from the cathedral end- it's about his time spent with the dreaded sweatmongs.

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According to the Gospels, Jesus was raised from the dead on the third day after his crucifixion. And this is the moment in history that i want to discuss- sure historians have exhausted a vast many a topics in regards to our comrade Jesus, but there is one that i feel has been overlooked.

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The dreaded Sweatmongs.

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After all that time chilling (as opposed to hanging(surely this cool cat smoked weed-a weed nap perhaps?)) what would the final crucial minutes have been like before he came out and reappeared. What would have been going through his mind? Thoughts, no doubt, such as 'will these people believe me?' 'what will they say' etc etc... but what i really want to know is, how did he handle the sweatmongs. Yes, he was the son of 'god' but surely he was human enough to be sketching. Of course my thinking does not stop there, what then would he have done with such sweaty sweatmongs? Surely he couldnt wipe it on his clothes. Jesus has been chilling in a dusty tomb for days, a wipe of the sweatmongs on the old tunic would have lead to large noticable stains on his shirt...

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So where did Jesus go from here? what did he do with the mongs? We may never know and that is the greatest tragedy of all, especially for all those faithful followers who wear the "what would jesus do?" bracelets.

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God forbid these people ever get sweatmongs, it may just be too much to for them...

Amputechture, Vermicide and other funny sounding words...

The week just gone was a good week. It was one of those weeks that doesn't come around very often. There is nothing quite like the excitement that coarses through the essence of my being when some fresh new sounds are made available from one of my many adored and cherished musical outfits. For those of you who are not educated on the Mars Volta, there are no words that I could use to even begin to explain what goes on when these guys write music. The Mars Volta are back with their 3rd studio effort - Amputechture, and anyone who truly feels this band could not possibly be disappointed.

The one thing that I love the most about these guys is the way in which they completely throw out the window any traditional structure as far as "songs" and "albums" go. Their records are more like a churning soundscape which contains a hybrid of manic guitar work, completely and utterly god-like drumming and a unique mood which would be impossible for any other group of musicians to create. Rest assured, if you like your albums straight down the line, and your songs in verse-chorus-verse format, you will be challenged to breaking point. However the open minded and thrill-seeking listener will find oneself thouroughly immersed, and left dumbfounded and confused at how music as bold, intricate and outrageously syncopated as this can manifest itself from the minds of men.

2006 has been a pretty good year album wise, and the Mars Volta have just cranked it up a notch for me. I'm only just getting warmed up with this one.

Bring on December 4 @ Thebbie. Can't wait to open the eyes of my peers to this new and incomprehensible world of noise.

Almost at the end of another far too short weekend,

Moff

Good old Georgie George...

I find it overwhelmingly sad that people are aware of the propoganda and have been for quite sometime and yet nothing has changed. If anything it has gotten worse.

Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn't watching. He's singing and dancing. He's pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother's holding your attention every moment you're awake. He's making sure you're always distracted. He's making sure you're fully absorbed... and this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

from Chuck Palahniuk's novel Lullaby

I had a argument with someone the other day who argued that the Government was right in certain actions because it was inline with the law. Excuse me if i missed the point of democracy, but is our role, nay our right, in democracy not to challenge these laws? And when the Government takes actions to make it impossible, if not illegal, to challenge and protest about certain legislations or actions, wouldnt it be fair to say that democracy has failed us?

maybe im just a dreamer....

imagine...

Truely, our freedom's consuming itself.

Is Sniffy really consuming himself? (take a bow)

In a thousand years there won't be any men or women, just wankers........

Is Freedom really consuming itself?

You tell me, huh? The number one democratic nation in the world, the poster child for freedom, the one place in the world we can all trust to be free, in fact they have several different constitutional admendments guaranteeing freedom, is turning into a police state.

I know its old news, but seriously how the hell did a country like this, one we all look up to, one that supposedly protects the rest of the world against people looking to stop freedom in its tracks, how in gods sweet name did they let a bill like the Patriot's act become law?

This bill is nothing else other than a law that allows the police, who whoever happens to be in charge, to lock people up without reason, to search their house's without them knowing, and to generally fuck them up for no reason that ever needs to be told to anyone. How is that freedom? How is that democracy?

Terrorism in todays society is achieving its goals. The whole plan of a terrorist has to be to terroise, to change the way we live our lives because of what they do. They don't have the fire power to change our lives by force so they do it by occasional big events, hoping our politicians fall for it, and change our society into one of fear, fear of reprisal's, fear of the police, fear of the government, fear of terrorists, fear of our neighbours. And this is exactly whats happening. We're falling for it people, its all a big scam, please, oh please don't fall it for it too.

Otherwise freedom really will be consuming itself.

When.... When will the madness stop.....

I really do think its time i shut myself away from society and accepted the fact that i will be forever ashamed and embarrassed by the human race.

Thanks Nicole, Thanks heaps.

So today Nicole has joined some 84 other celebrities in making a public stand against terrorism.... Does anyone else think she missed the party? hell, i would have thought september 11 would have been a good time(and fashionable time you fucking leach on society) to get your name back in the papers.

Although maybe her intentions were different. Maybe there was a sub-plot just to get her name on the same page as Hollywood heart-throb James Woods(JAMES WOODS!).

Nicole Kidman thanks heaps for doing your bit to stop terrorism, im sure Osama is going to take note of your words, maybe you should have sent him an autograph too, that would have sweetened the deal no doubt.

Kidman, you loser(we should have suspected that she was a loser when Tom Cruise left her) you should have stuck to being a BMX Bandit, you fucking chump...

I love music way too much

When I die, bury me with my iPod attached to my ears with a full battery and play all my songs on random.

Music is my elixir.

elixir
n 1: a sweet flavored liquid (usually containing a small amount of alcohol) used in compounding medicines to be taken by mouth in order to mask an unpleasant taste 2: a substance believed to cure all ills

Obviously I refer to the "elixir" described in definition 2.

Although definition 1 sounds pretty cool too.

Enough. Moff out.

I don´t have anything to complain about

I feel a little put out. I really want to contribute to this blog, where it seems we complain about the world, or about the injustices in the world, or big up the people who expose the world for what it is.

But i can´t. I am having such a great fucking time i can find literally nothing to comlain about. Alright, i can always complain about dylan, but i don´t have to ever think about him here so he´s off my mind. Anytime anything bothers me its for such a short time cause i am having the absolute time of my life.

Of course i understand that the problems in the world go on, and at the moment the problem in the middle east are particularly distressing. I just don´t ever hear about it. Or i hear about it in Greek and have absolutely no idea what they´re saying.

Plus i don´t have to listen to any commercial radio or watch any commercial tv, where most of the shit comes from anyway, so i don´t get exposed to the crap. Its great.

I almost feel like downloading some Ben Lee and listening to ´Thats the way i like it´ just so i can remember what its like to feel like killing an inane little bastard you´ve never meet.

You should try it some time Dylan, its called the northern hemisphere.

David Letterman.....

It's been a VERY, VERY long time since David Letterman said anything that was either funny or original... Then again its been a while since he said anything, for that matter, that was worth hearing.

Just why the audience on the left is smiling i will never know, maybe i just don't get it. As for that bald "human" with his not so witty trevor marmelade styles humour, well, he too, somehow, slipped through the natural selection netting. If i find out who was supervising the net when baldie, letterman and Ben Lee slipped through, i'll be making an example out of him.

The only thing this guy has ever done that has had any level of value was his post september 11 show:

"In his opening monologue, an uncharacteristically serious and very emotional Letterman struggled with the reality of the attacks and the role of comedy in a post-9/11 world, saying,

"The reason we were attacked, the reason these people are dead, these people are missing and dead ... They weren't doing anything wrong, they were living their lives, they were going to work, they were traveling, they were doing what they normally do. Uh, as I understand it -- and my understanding of this is vague, at best -- another smaller group of people stole some airplanes and crashed them into buildings. And we're told that they were zealots fueled by religious fervor, religious fervor. And if you live to be a thousand years old, will that make any sense to you? Will that make any goddamned sense?"

Aside from that, Letterman, you are no more entertaining than Quiz-mania, Hotdogs up late or big brother uplate, the latter two i have actually smiled while watching, the first sign that laughter could be on its way.

Letterman, after 60 years, you're still not funny, time to climb onto the scrap heap where you belong mate

Nirvana - The Stoned Interview

I often think of how unbearably mundane it must be for celebs to have to endure endless interviews. Imagine being asked the exact same questions over and over again and trying to keep the answers sounding fresh and passionate. From the looks of this video, Nirvana gave up trying to achieve this pretty early in the piece. I heard an interview with them from ages ago on JJJ and suffice to say they were an interviewers nightmare. Such a refreshing change to see this clip in the midst of so many arrogant cliche'd emo fuckwit bands these days. Nirvana were so fucking cool because they didnt try to be. Let that be a lesson to all of the black hair dyin' tight black jeans sportin' "AFI" hoodie wearin' cliched lip piercin' insecure teenage sheep that are multiplying like carbon copies of eachother throughout our town and anywhere else under the firm grip of the "scene". Hey kids! How's this for irony? Being punk is about doing everything possible so as to NOT fit in - what does that make you then? I remember well my days of working in Rundle Mall and bearing witness to the black mass that is the emo teenage congregation. Human cloning is alive and well people. Lock up your daughters. Still fighting the good fight, Moff

...but first, a word from the late prophet....

Bill hicks, thank you, for reminding us, and Jip, not to take life too seriously...

"The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, 'Hey – don't worry, don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride ...' And we ... kill those people. Ha ha, 'Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.' It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because – it's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead, spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace. Thank you very much, you've been great." [several gunshots ring out, Bill mimes being hit and falls to floor, motionless.] (Onstage closing comments of Hicks's Revelations special from 1993)

Lying, Invading, Re-electing Bush- America, we love you!

Yesterday's heros- Just a teardrop on the eternal fire...

Possibly one of the most instantly recognisable photos for our generation. On the day of June 11, 1963, one Thich Quang Duc stopped at a busy intersection in saignon and proceeded to pour gasoline on himself before setting fire to himself in an act of self-immolation.

David Halberstam, of the New York Times witnessed the event and later wrote:

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"Behind me I could hear the sobbing of the Vietnamese who were now gathering. I was too shocked to cry, too confused to take notes or ask questions, too bewildered to even think.... As he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing people around him."

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Thich Quang Duc was protesting against the Buddhist treatment under the South Vietnam government. In a world of fake-plastic celebrities with fake plastic politics, Thich Quang Duc is a timely and confronting reminder that we, as individuals, as human beings, have the ability to shape and to mould and to create our own destinies.

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Thank you 'Today Tonight', 'A Current Affairs', MTV and other such propaganda machines for diluting the individual passion and thought processes of people.. There's nothing proper about your propaganda. (thankyou RATM)

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Much love to those who still demontrate individual will and independant thought, which sadly, these days, appears only to be a teardrop on an otherwise eternal fire.....

And the weeks fly by...

I cannot believe it is almost the end of another working week. I swear, working full time, the weeks just absolutely crank along. I don't know whether this is a good thing. Yes the weekend comes quicker, but the weekends are all over before you know it, paving the way for another working week...

Uh oh...

Looks like Moff is a bonafide member of the rat race now.

But having money does rule. I dare say I'd take having money over the alternative. I like to be able to purchase goods and services.

It's midnight and I am enebriated. Friday beckons. The collection of the Lion Nathan staff beer allowance is near. This week I have decided to sample one of our "imported" brews, the Japanese "Kirin Ichiban". My guess is that "Ichiban" means "beer" in Japanese talk. Whatever it is, it is free, and I will soon be drinking it.

I am now listening to "Breakfast Club" by fine Aussie hip hop heads "The Herd". So much of this track sums up parts of my life at one point or another. I recommend you track this track down and have a listen.

Time to retire for the night,

Moff

I only have one thing to say today:

Let me just say I dread the day that I am of the age where all those I know start dropping off the perch and I have to attend funerals regularly. A celebration of life, yes...but an emotionally draining event.

May the next one take place in the very distant future.

Moff

Is faith a cop out?

For years now i have been told that to believe in something for which there is no proof, and in some cases convincing counter proofs, takes courage. To have faith without question, to blindly follow, and to belive no matter what, is hard, and that is what the very essence of relegion is all about. There is no doubt that such massive devotion has produced some of the most beautiful artworks and amazing architecture in the world. It has also resulted in ( and continues to result in) some of the bloodiest wars in our history. But I am getting off topic. I just want to know when following along like a sheep, to do what everybody else does, and what you are told and expected to do, became corageous? When did following orders and thinking no independant thought become hard? To me this is an almighty cop out. Sure when christians were feed to the lions, it might have been hard to have faith in that particular religion, it may have even taken courage. But surely throughout history, relegion is a means of inventing explanations for things we don't understand. A cop out. Instead of admitting we don't know, or accepting that bad and good things sometimes happen, we invent an explanation that absolves all need for further investigation or thought. Its so easy to blindly blame god, to believe that you deserve it good or bad. But what about independant thought, about investigation into causal connections. I mean, if you want to believe in Religion or a god, go ahead, but for god's sake (excuse the pun) at least question some things for yourself, have some independant thought, come up with your own ideas, don't blindly follow. That takes real courage. And then if you still decide to have faith in whatever you choose to belive, at least you know there is other explanations and theories out there, and you can have real faith.

The Very Reverend Kerleng D Jacknife
Synod of Brugge, Belgium

Well whop de bloody doo

Well how about that, certain contemopories of mine have finally seen fit to join the world of unorganised, unedited, and unchecked ravings. Well fuck me i might finally get less stupid time consuming emails (with no one in particular in mind). I thought i would also join this everwidening craze late and also answer to the bullshit about darwin. In order for the theory of evolution to work, the process occasionally (and often frigthnely) comes up with genetic variations that are especially unfovaorable and do not work, the theory is that these genetic mutations do not survive many generations, they die out. Now in the case of Ben Lee, i can't answer cause i am sure to get to his state you would need many generations of mutations, but it is perhaps like the human race with old people, we feed and nourish something that should die, helping it to live, and deny the work of natural selection and evolution. Thanks SAFM, Thanks

Fart on TV

We're all only human, even TV news presenters...this is proof!

[Insert Activity Here] with Celebrities

Okay, so dancing with the stars hit our TV screens last year.

A novel idea, albeit absolutely horrific, but one your faithful author hoped would fade away in the tradition of such other half-baked entertainment propositions as the Australian version of Queer Eye For The Straight Guy.

But no. On the contrary, not only did this ridiculous gimmick catch on, it spawned a new generation of television, and galvanises my beliefs that when it all boils down, the general public are a bunch of narrow minded celebrity hungry starstruck leeches.

The multitude of such programs which have come to life in recent times serve nothing more than to bastardise the art forms that they hijack, be it dancing, singing, skating, or so help me god whatever comes next.

Surely, looking at the situation objectively, an individual who is capable of dressing themselves should be more enthralled by seeing a show in which professionals face off against other professionals in the activity at hand, presenting us with a true display of the human races ability to master an art form?

But the sick reality is we are a society largely comprised of those who harbour an unhealthy fascination with the concept of being "famous". At the end of the day, aren't these "celebrities" just humans who's line of work happens to be one that attracts public noteriety? And are the viewers of the shows in question really so interested in seeing their beloved celebs succeed, or deviously drawn to watch the shows in the hope that they will see people who society has placed on a such a high pedestal, fall flat on their arses?

After all, tabloid magazines are as popular as ever, and my money says that people who buy your New Idea and your Women's Day don't buy them for the feel good stories, rather snap them up to see pictures of supermodels with cellulite and bad acne, or anything else which might bring these "stars" down to their own mere human level.

Here's wishing a disaster of biblical proportions upon the afforementioned programs and all those involved,

Moff

PS: Special mention must go to Daryl Somers, who after being unfortunate enough to witness in action as the host of Dancing With The Stars, I can say has WELL AND TRULY overstayed his television welcome.

Moff's Most Detested Celebrities Pt. II

In the name of all things sacred, please, PLEASE make it stop.

al-Quaeda, where the hell are you on this one? Surely a sleeper cell somewhere near Dreamworld has the resources to carry out some kind of car bomb attack as this feminist self righteous bitch is arriving for a Sunday night eviction show. I'm sure that any innocent bystanders killed in the attack would have been happy to become martyrs for such a worthy and gravely necessary cause.

Whichever failed fashion co-ordinator chooses Mrs. Killeen's outfits should too meet the same fate, and if she chooses them herself, this should spur our terrorist friends into action all the more quickly.

Gretel Killen - I hate you.

Moff

Finally someone's talking a little sense....

Jesus H. Christ, God almighty, Gabriel- the high commander,

what in the world has this world come to? In all this madness, i bring thee salvation in the form of one sound cat, Sir David Attenborough. Now the point of this piece is to demostrate just how wrong Darwin was about his natural selection.

What would drive me to write about such things?

A) the media
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B) my line of work

Now our old friend Mr. Darwin proposed that "Natural selection is the process by which individual organisms with favorable traits are more likely to survive and reproduce."(Thankyou wikipedia)

However, Sir Atti (as i know him) provides me with a quote that i believe counters one Charles Darwin and his theory that 'favourable traits will continue through' while at the same time, turning a few religious noses...

"My response is that when Creationists talk about God creating every individual species as a separate act, they always instance hummingbirds, or orchids, sunflowers and beautiful things. But I tend to think instead of a parasitic worm that is boring through the eye of a boy sitting on the bank of a river in West Africa, [a worm] that's going to make him blind. And [I ask them], 'Are you telling me that the God you believe in, who you also say is an all-merciful God, who cares for each one of us individually, are you saying that God created this worm that can live in no other way than in an innocent child's eyeball? Because that doesn't seem to me to coincide with a God who's full of mercy."(cheers wikipedia)

If ever we needed proof that there is no god(or that he is taking a weed nap) and that Charles Darwin was wrong, then i offer exhibit B and C ....

(Ben Lee and a "fan")

My argument is that if natural selection was correct, then how in the hell did Ben Lee slip through the netting and secondly, who the hell let him produce MULTIPLE albums..

"My head is a box full of nothing and that's the way I like it" Good lord- please people, please don't catch his disease and if its too late for you.. maybe its not such a bad thing that you have the disease, i hope its a painful event...

But what worries me even more, and proves my theory right even more is the guy on the right. I looked for signs of a struggle, a hostage like situation, maybe the taliban hiding behind the scenes, but it actually appears that he is touching Ben Lee in an affectionate way and what's more, it appears to be voluntarily.

If god really was all merciful, and Charles Darwin was right, then surely today we would live in a world void of parasitic worms, Ben Lee and "fans" of Ben lee...

Until that day comes, im keeping my distance from the church and SAFM, who despite Ben Lee's profound declaration of "they don't play me on the radio, and that's the way i like it", actually do play him on the radio...

The Dark Side of Being a Sales Rep

Turns out being a sales rep isn't all about cruising around all day and drinking free beer. There is a seedy underbelly of the job: the glueing together of empty cartons for use in bottle shop displays. Monotonous, yes...but it beats the hell out of flogging mobile phones to braindead imbeciles.

Moff's Most Detested Celebrities Pt. I

George bloody Donikian.

You evil, persistant, annoying man.

I cannot believe that you are legally allowed to pollute the Adelaide airwaves between 5 and 6pm every weeknight. There is something in the painfully formulated way that your voice rises up half way through announcing each story that makes me want to hunt you down and put an end to this garbage once and for all.

Let's not forget your complete and utter lack of ability to successfully execute the mandatory banter with your co host at certain points of the bulletin. All that we are left with is excruciatingly awkward small talk that would make a 14 year old teenager on his first date look like the most accomplished of public speakers.

I'm aware that I'm flying in the face of my staunch belief that we all have a choice of what to watch and can easily turn something off if we hate watching it. However in this case I can safely say that I now find myself sickeningly drawn to him when I hear him from another room. Sometimes I feel compelled to stare at him read the news and let the animosity within reach boiling point.

Look what you've done to me Donikian. Every time I think of you I die inside.

The Best Album of All Time

I seriously cannot ever see myself losing even the slightest bit of love and admiration for this album. "OK Computer" is one of lifes true examples of everything just falling into place. This is a stark reminder that there IS such a thing as perfection, no matter how subjective the term may be. All who choose to listen to and embrace these melodies will agree.

It's a great feeling when we give a significant part of ourselves to a labour of love to find that at the end we have gained what we sought to from the experience. I've been lucky enough to feel this on a relatively grand scale more than once. My downfall is I can rarely muster up 100% of my efforts unless the task at hand inspires me. The high school teachers all called me a "coaster", cruising through the required work by completing what needed to be done and rarely going the extra mile. This has never really worried me. So far, coasting along has landed me in a pretty content place. I've taught myself an invaluable skill which is quoted in the brilliant movie Fight Club: "The ability to let that which does not matter, truly slide."

Tangents are wonderful things. Brought on by relating the current subject matter to something else that pops up in your head and excites you. The beauty of freely writing is that you can freeze in time the tangents that your mind follows when it is allowed a bit of play time. It makes for some pretty interesting retrospective reading.

And for the purposes of retrospect, the things that are providing a backdrop to my days and nights at this point in time include:

Muse - Black Holes & Revelations
I had my worries after hearing the first single, as I'm sure many other people did. But the fact of the matter is that this is Muse's most self assured, confident, bold offering yet.

Letting off steam with my like-minded peers
As we grow older and follow our different paths, nights like last night are even more sacred. What better way to unwind than to indulge in acts of extreme stupidity with those who relish in the chance to witness them.

No longer working in retail and having to translate broken Engrish.

Life - A Series of Inter-Connected Events.

If there's one thing that's as sure as death and taxes, its that nothing lasts forever, andconfronting and embracing change are skills that need to be nurtured well.

When a door is slammed shut, a window is flung open. No matter how tragic or stressful certain changes in life can be, there is always something amazing waiting just around the corner...waiting patiently to jump out and surprise you when you least expect it.

And so goes the circle of existence. The people in your life who you are closest to will ultimately be pushed or pulled out of your reach. The activities that fulfil you or entertain you will one day fade into the distant background in favour of new fascinations. But for every change that we successfully negotiate, we become that little bit surer of ourselves, that little bit less worried about arriving at our destination.

I've realised that I don't need to rush to get where I'm destined to be in life. Because the truth is that I'm already there, and always have been. These tiny and seemingly insignificant events that play themselves out while we are searching for something bigger are the events that make up life itself. And until your number is up, life is never static.