Apparently people actually read this thing.

I keep getting emails, and sometimes real life meetings, where people mention something I wrote in here.
I've even seen some of my photos gracing articles in the Melbourne music press (they've even linked to me).
The best part was when I was on a tram yesterday in the city, and overheard two people talking about this.

How odd.

Do people actually surf blog sites? I gave up before I began. There are so many! As a result, I tend to only read the blogs of people who comment on mine. Like throwing their ball into my yard, so to speak. "Oh! You exist! Let's see what you're all about then".

So if you want to be noticed, leave your mark in my comments. And if you don't have a blog, do it anyway. I wanna know who's out there.

This corner of the internerd hasn't turned out at all the way I thought it would.
I thought I'd be posting all about breaking the seal between existence and life (my pet dilemma), but instead I talked about 3 way sexxx parties with people I have never met, Skippy the Bush Kangaroo, video reviews for bands no one has listened to since 1986, adventures in street art, a thousand stupid little stories/observations, and that perennial favourite 'Ouch, she doesn't love me any more...and probably never did'.

This world is a pretty spontaneous place.

Last night I was talking to my friend Krispy B.
Krispy is an event co-ordinator, so she organises everything you can think of.
Last week it was a wedding.

It was a Vietnamese wedding, so it is customary for the Grooms parents to pay for everything. They sprung for the best money can buy...you don't get to marry off your son every day to a soon-to-be Doctor.

But the Bride didn't want to be a doctor, and she told her Father, who went totally psycho, screaming that she had brought shame not only to the family, but to the whole Vietnamese community.
She wanted to do Admin instead- not exactly living on the streets, ya feel me?

So in her shame, she went down to the dock with a can of fuel, and set herself on fire. She's dead, the wedding is off, and the stupid cunt of a Father didn't learn one thing from the experience. He blamed the Groom and his family. The Grooms parents still had to pay for everything.
Interesting sidebar: The cunt of Father already lost one child to suicide, for exactly the same reason. I want to meet this guy so bad right now.

The Bride had left the Groom a perfectly handwritten letter, telling him how much she loved him, but that she can't go on living with the shame she has brought onto her family, for the heinous crime of wanting to switch career options.

My heart is all about going out to that poor guy today.
Whoever you are brother, you're in my thoughts, and I'm sending you strength wherever you may be.

Does anyone out there have a happy story?
I'd sure like to hear it...




This is knifey, from 'the internet'.