Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A double serve of easy mac (the serves aren't large enough) served with half a glass of flat coke.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
This guy is the best. Sometimes I’m watching a movie and a few minutes in he’ll come on screen playing a minor character and I’ll be like, “Ah sweet. This guy is the best.” ‘Cause he is. He was in Boogie Nights, his wife cheats on him in that film so he shoots himself. He’s in Pleasantville. His wife cheats on him that one too, but I don’t think he shoots himself. He hires people to kidnap his wife in Fargo. She ends up dying. He always plays the loser. I think there’s something in his face that makes him a loser. I used to like Phillip Seymour Hoffman the same way but then he started getting lead roles and won an Academy Award. It just wasn’t the same anymore. Now I’m totally on the William H Macy bandwagon. He’s the best. Five stars.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Hey Chatswood. You suck. I don't like you. I'd never been to you before but today I got lost and saw you first hand and I don't like you. I went to a service station and the guy who worked there didn't say anything, not even the price. I pulled out my card and he just pointed to the card swipey thing. Then he stared at my shirt while I punched in my code. It was weird.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Those first two posts are so bad. I'm going to rewrite them at another time.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
One was a girl I went totally mad for. Her name was Courtney and I'd check her blog daily. The posts were generally photos in soft focus of 60s couples and flowers. The sort of thing you'd see in Frankie magazine. Totes cute 'n' stuff.
She'd write little things under them about how she was feeling too. Sometimes those writings were my best indication of how our relationship was going (even while I was staying in her room), most of the time I couldn't tell if they were about me or not.
The more the relationship deteriorated the more I'd check the blog and the more vague her little writings would seem. It drove me insane.
Here is a graph to explain. I call it Gen Y Romance Is Awesome...
The other day a friend of mine started a new blog to immediate and moderate success. It's really great and I'm jealous. But ya know what? Seeing his face light up as he hit the publish post button for the first time reminded me of how cool blogs are.
The easy access to creativity.
The instant gratification.
The excuse to do something instead of Facebook.
Not that there's anything wrong with Facebook. I love Facebook. Whatever.
So this is the new blog. I registered it ages ago but now I'm actually doing it. The premise is a daily review of the inane and dumb things in my life. For reals. They'll be short and self indulgent and embarrassing. This is review number 1: A review of starting a blog. Not very clever huh, the totally obvious and lame reviewing of starting a blog to introduce the blog? Come on, that's pretty pathetic. Let's round this shit up and move on...
Starting a blog: A self indulgent Gen Y phenomenon that encourages creativity. Also a great medium to post pictures of cats. Three stars.