Um...so, yeah...

Just a quick one (please).

I feel really weird and moody and unhappy and like I haven't achieved anything, even though no-one says you have to achieve something every day.

I really want to cum, but I can't be bothered doing anything about it.

I've taken 2 naps already.

An insanely hot girl I used to fuck (mutually acceptable state of affairs, don't get angry) sent me a message today asking if she could come over for some more, but I couldn't be bothered with that either.

A foot massage would be good though.

It's dark again, and even though I was out and about all afternoon, hunting down a copy of Lucky magazine (aka: Bloggers in Print), I still feel kinda let down and cheated, like today is pretty much over, and no, you can't have any more of it.

I have work to look forward to, then back here to see if anyone has written anything in my hungry little comments box.

After seeing 3 girls today i would have married on the spot had they asked, I am kinda in the mood mentally to go out tonight, and see if I can see some more, but my body feels lazy, it doesn't want anything except home delivered mexican food, stupidly dark and moist chocolate cake, and cold drinks, delivered by someone who can give the best massages ever, and who won't mind if I fall asleep while she's talking.

So that makes today officially a greedy day.

But that's ok, isn't it? Once every now and then?

Doesn't happen often, I swear!

I need to wake up, I feel like it's drizzling in my head, and I want to do stuff.

Mum needs to put me to bed, but she's far far away.

I am currently accepting volunteers, and don't worry, I make an awesome Daddy, so reciprocation can be expected.

Hopefully something will happen between parkville and South Yarra tonight (that doesn't involve another $55 flat tyre) that will wake/cheer me up, and give me something witty or fun to share with the rest of the class.

But don't hold your breath.

Kiss kiss...


This is knifey, from 'the internet'.


OK, so I'm back, and I am thinking of something after all.

I try to be non-judgemental about other avenues of popular culture. I know they are strange to me simply because I'm not a part of it, and that if I made an effort to join in and be more like 'them', my understanding would grow accordingly.

I'm speaking specifically about all the 'beautiful people' I see on Toorak Road, going to/coming from clubs.

At first I was sickened, to be honest.

I was sickened by the fact that these people as a rule are so incredibly bogged down in looks and bling bling, because they appear to have no substance.

But it's not up to me to judge whether people have no substance when i have never tried to talk to them.

Then I was impressed. I mean, they've got their priorities 100% straight.

They want to hook up with (other) hot looking people, so they buy the most expensive car they can, and drive it around Chapel Street.

When they see someone they think is hot, they not only honk the horn at them, but in most cases yell out the open windows also.

To me, this is just gauche as it gets, but to them, it's just European.

Guys do it to girls, and girls do it to guys.

So there are seemingly no victims here, just people who are either receptive to the honking and the calling out, or are not (if they're not interested in the honkers/callers).

And a lot of sex is being had.

An incredible amount, actually, with women that most boys I know would literally give up use of their fun bits for the rest of their lives if they could just know what it's like once, and once only.

We won't go into the guys, because, to be frank, there are just about no hot guys out there.

To be a hot guy, all you need is a cool car, some tsubis, a really stupid faux rock hairstyle, white sneakers, money, and, well... you have to be a wog.

Or black, in which case you don't actually need any of the other things, coz black beats all else.

Once in a while I see a great looking guy, I mean, it doesn't matter what you're into, you would spill your drink if you saw him kind of hot.

But not very often.

Stunning girls are like a dime a dozen on the weekends, by comparison- just don't try talking to them, because generally, you will be pretty dissapointed.

But as I said before, I'm not trying to declare open warfare on this subculture, and when i used the term 'wogs' before, I used it only because it's easier than saying 'Greek, Lebanese, Italian, Assyrian, Macedonian, Portuguese, etc, etc...'
I mean no disrespect by it, especially as the girl I have been seeing is a wog, my boss is a wog, and I can speak enough Arabic, italian, Turkish, Spanish, Portuguese, and Assyrian (Western and Eastern) to be an honourary wog anyway.

So relax.

Seeing as I totally got over club culture 6 or more years ago (having been on the dance floor at the birth of house music), what goes on behind the bouncers is a total mystery to me.

I mean, I'm sure they are just like any other clubs, and people are taking drugs, getting drunk, dancing, picking up, or a combination thereof.

But, what's going on in their heads?

I mean, in 30 years time, are they gonna even remember the "Four on the Floor Remix" (by Starsailor), let alone identify with it in the way i do with AC/DC or Iron Maiden?

Do the lyrics really touch their lives, and sum up their own personal experience?

Or is it just a really bangin' track to show the ladies what you're working with?

I've known a lot of beautiful people in my lives (if you know what I mean, and I ain't talkin' reincarnation here), and I have always been dissapointed when it came time to attempt communication on a deeper level.

Sure, the sex was mindblowing, but when the drugs wore off, and you realise the only reason this girl likes you is for your car and your 6-pack (in that order) things get real dull real fast.

So I guess my issue with all of this/them, is that I can't understand, let alone respect, how an enormous group of adults could live an existence so base and devoid of depth/honesty/reality/intelligence, and just focus on the things in life that are not only the most fleeting, but are also of the least worth.

Don't get me wrong, I am well aware that rock and roll is hardly the last bastion of moral forthrightness and the standard-bearer of good christian values in our society, but I would offer up the fact that rock people are as a rule, some of the most intelligent and diverse people out there, and always have been.

Rock isn't about having a Lexus, spending $80 on your hair a week (guys!), or being seen at the club.

Rock is an attitude, it's a 'guide to better living', where all you have to do is simply LOVE ROCK MUSIC, and it will give you the energy and enthusiasm to do the rest.

Rock is positive, and it reinforces and encourages life, it doesn't seek to mask it behind an image and a barrage of subwoofers.

You can rock in your bedroom in your undies if you like, that's how pretentious rock isn't.

Rock is so accepting and relaxed 3 Jewish guys from Brooklyn can RAP about it, and it STILL ROCKS!!!

One of the figureheads of Rock is Keith Richards, who actually knew and partied with Jesus Christ!

If you're over 35 in the house music world, you better own the club, or you're gone baby.

And in rock, your car can be a mini, or a Mack Truck, it doesn't matter.

If you pull up at the lights listening to Def Leppard's 'Animal', even on the shittiest, tinniest, ear-raping speakers known to man, just you watch how many people smile and throw you the goat on their way past.

I'll give you a clue- it's LOTS.

I'm not trying to say 'my scene is better than your scene', because as I said before, I actually started your scene!

Before the majority of you decided it was cool to get into club culture, back in the very early 90's, when you were all listening to...dare I say it...ROCK (!!!), I was flying house DJ's over from New York and London, to play to groups of savvy dance fans who wanted something a little more sophisticated than Goa Trance, thank you very much.

And now, when I ride past all the beautiful people dressed all in black, riding a flimsy mountain bike, with a full face helmet every asshole in the world thinks was made for motorcycles, they all like to point and laugh at me, because they're better, and more beautiful, and more down with what's cool this week.

Well, I gotta break it to you kids, you're actually BEHIND THE TIMES.

Rock's back, it's not dead, it was just passed out under the table (as is its wont), and now it's zipping up its zipper, downing a shot, and getting ready to remind you just what a guitar singing its guts out and feeding back like an absolute bastard sounds like.

Come see Disgraceland when we start playing, raise your drinks in the air, sing along with us, and we will make you feel more alive, and happier and more real than a thousand nights at Q bar ever could.

That's the power of rock baby, leave house music for the vacuuming.

This is knifey, from 'the internet', and occasionly 'Toorak Rd and environs'.