Tenana

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Car-toons

On a drive from Ballina to Brisbane Alex Godina, Dean Gordon and myself got out a texta and a notebook and started drawing. They take on a profound theme. Like Picasso they probably won’t be understood in our time but give it a couple decades and we’ll have amazing and long Wikipedia entries in our names. MJ

A New Camera

I recently got a camera for winning a competition. It’s a little point and shoot Sony thing with a touch screen. Here are some of the first photos it ever took. Like a first lover, these images will never be forgotten, and then maybe they will … until the camera bumps  into them somewhere unexpected. It’ll be awkward and they’ll both lie about how well they’re doing.

These were taken on an interstate adventure – detailed text of this adventure is to come. They’re shit quality cause I haven’t got a memory card for it yet and cause I’m a shit photog. Enjoy. MJ

Omegle Chats #2

Here is some more random crap produced from the lethal combination of procrastination, a taste for being a smart-arse douche-bag, and a website called Omegle. If you’re unfamilar with Omegle it’s basically a site where you start talking to stranger until either of you ends the conversation. What is it’s purpose? I have no idea. MJ 

For some reason I can’t copy the conversations in as they appear with the right colours and stuff. Like it matters.

Omegle conversation log 2009-10-09

Connecting to server…

You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: hey

You: let me start by sayin I don’t have any STD’s so don’t believe what you read on the internet about me

Stranger: ..

Stranger: std?

The Ruby Tramp

Ang Smith gets lost in a Gold Coast nightclub.

Image stolen from The Ruby Tramp's website.

I like The Ruby Tramp.

It is new. It is mod.

There are large chandeliers.

The lychee cocktails are refreshing.

It is in Surfers.

You can tell.

Fuck You Vans

Have you ever seen anything that missed the point by so much? A shoe produced by Vans inspired by The Sex Pistols Never MInd The Bollocks. Soon you’ll be able to go to your local General Pants or something similar and purchase a corporately manufactured shoe to show how you best embody the feelings of punk. The feelings of anarchy.

Sing it loud, you are the antichrist. You are an anarchist. You don’t know what you want (other than ridiculous consumer products) but you know how to get it. You want to destroy passers by … except that you won’t because really you don’t want to get into trouble, you have a job, come on, you have to work on Monday so you can get some money to afford these stupid fucking shoes.

How about just get a texta and write THE SEX PISTOLS on some old volleys if you must. And if you do spend too much money on these shoes, which are hell ugly anyway, don’t be surprised to hear passers by laughing whenever you wear them. MJ

Kid’s got style

The lovely and talented Ang Smith laments on the world’s most stylish 8 year old – Arlo Weiner (son of Mad Men creator, Matt Weiner).

If Anna Wintour and Valentino fucked, their illegitimate by-blow would be Arlo Weiner.

An arrogant and self indulged gig review

In Tongues – The Birmingham – Saturday 14th November

 

In Tongues on a different night to the one in the review. I dunno who took this photo but fuck damn shit it's a good'n!

 

By the time I arrived they’d started. You could hear their noise through the walls of The Birmingham. Enter through one door, walk past the bar, down the hallway, turn right, bypass that hallway, turn left down this one and enter the skinny dark room that is The Birmingham’s band room. On our left is the counter. The dude ticks my name off a list that is written in pen in no particular structure. The girl by his side draws an arrow, or a capital A, or something else on my wrist with black marker.

Sometimes…..

Sometimes, on a Saturday night, you leave the city and head to a cool inner city suburb ’cause you heard that there is some banging party going on. Sometimes you get to this party and something indicates that you might not have made the right decision in coming here. Sometimes it’s as obvious as a note stuck to the party venue’s door. Sometimes you head in anyway cause you’ve come all this way and the note means that someone pretty hilarious was at this party earlier so it can’t be too bad. Sometimes you’re wrong. Sometimes you should just stay in the city. MJ