gay hotel?

discovered this while listening to jon faine this morning. originally the premise seemed to be that a hotel in collingwood had, via vtac, obtained an exemtion from the equal oppertunity legislation meaning they would be able to deny entry to heterosexuals.

i have to say, my immediate reaction was one of 'hey hey hey, hold on a second. i thought it was all about equality'. then, afterwards, i kind of felt bad for thinking that, really having no experience in being a member of a minority in the community in any way, shape or form. middle class, dude-shaped & white. i mean seriously.

but when the stated objective is to prevent insults and abuse being directed at its mainly gay patrons, i wonder why that kind of behavior can't be directly delt with rather than excluding someone based on their sexual persuasion. i've got several gay male friends, and i'd like to think if they were all like 'omg dude, lets go rock it up at the peel hotel', i'd be able to come along with them and enjoy their company in a venue of their choice.

to be honest, i feel vaguely uncomfortable about having any strong opinions regarding this. i'm kind of not sure why, either.

up late update

our large healh-care concern is on track to be purchased by another healthcare concern. AND they've already got a whole lab full of people who do exactly what we do.

some people are rightfully concerned.

on the other hand, i am simply craving some kind of pay-out. oh my god, please please please show me the money. i was planning on tripping overseas in the next six months, and that kind of windfall could seriously help the travel fund, although my exclamation of 'fricken sweet!' at the news we might all be losing our jobs was most likely inappropriate. sadly, though, in a quick auditing process, it seems like my department in particular is a hell of a lot more efficient than our opposite number in the other company, meaning it's more likely i'll still be stuck managing keyboard monkeys (it's like herding cats) and it's some other lucky bastard who'll be scoring the cash. gah.

in this environment of uncertainty and fear, i'm really really really looking forward to the big work cocktail party saturday night at the aquarium. a bunch of people facing unemployment plus an open bar? solid gold. it also means i get a chance to use The Amazing Multi-Purpose Suit (tm). it was given to my by an indian mystic who i met during my travels in the far east, who said:

'my son, as long as you are possessing this magical suit, you'll never have need for any other. it will fulfill all your suit-related needs, in this life, and the next.'

alternately, it could be that i only own one suit. luckily i wear it so rarely that people have forgotten i was wearing the exact same thing at whichever prior suit-wearing event i was wearing it at. this is me checking it still fits. hoooray!





clearly when considering what occupations the future has in store for me, high on my list are that of undertaker, mob hit-man & johnny cash.

hmm...

saw the science of sleep tonight at the westgarth cinema. i'm completely happy to admit that i find films that attempt to articulate the complexity and chaos of love utterly wonderful, no matter what form they take. when they, in doing so, employ the talents of the beautiful charlotte gainsbourg, i am doubly blessed. is she the most beautiful woman alive? i think the answer is certainly maybe.




le sigh


i was somewhat inspired by the warm fuzzy-ness i was left with after the movie to be a little odd, in hopefully a nice way. for the last month or two, as i drive home from work, there is a window which i pass that happens to be constantly lit as i pass it, which at the odd hours i work is a little mysterious. all you can really glimpse in the few seconds a drive-by offers is a desk, lamp and top of a head. so, i came home (past the lit window), and wrote a note. it went something like:

dear mysterious window person,

every night as i drive home from work your window is inexplicably ablaze. what is it you're doing there? perhaps you're writing what will one day be known as a great work of fiction. perhaps you studying to be a doctor who will cure disease. maybe you can't sleep. whatever it is that keeps your window lit so regularly at such odd hours, i hope that your dilligence and hard work pay off.

and then i went and stuck it in their postbox. because i knew if i left it i'd end up being lame and not drop it off at all.



also: this may or not be forever etched onto my body. i'll give you a hint: it so is.

sleeplessness, retail therapy & relationship disfunction

i'm not sure if i've ever mentioned the fact that i have some serious difficulty sleeping. for the last few years, getting to sleep and staying in said sleepy state for more than three or four hours has been a bit of a chore. it happens in patches - i'll have a few good weeks, followed by a few 'oh my god just let it stop hand me a knife etc etc' weeks. for all of you who get good sleep, appreciate it, because if i could i would sneak into your house with a large-bore syringe and harvest liquid sleep directly from your brain.

anyway, last night was pretty bad. you don't realise how many hours are in a day till you're awake for every single one of them. at around 7am i left the house and went produce shopping (a fucking pain on a public holliday) and cooked a big, greasy breakfast for both housemate and myself. then, feeling ill due to no sleep, took the path of last resort and doped myself up with some valium. my doctor prescribed to me a very long time ago, but i feel very uncomfortable taking it. after getting an amazing three hours of zonked, druggy-ass snoozing, i awoke and decided to go shopping. i like buying stuff, and i needed real coffee.

my anzac day swag:



both of these will be a lot of fun to watch. christopher walken on wires? dancing postboxes? i'm totally there.



the best bald lawyer ever. one of my favorite tv shows (first season only, the rest sucked ass) and i haven't seen it since it originally screened on tv. over a thousand minutes of awesome.



note the gold zipper. these things are very important.



don't let oprah scare you away. or the fact that matt damon turned one of his great books into a wholy shitty film.



also, the girl who was my girlfriend? i just stopped answered the phone when she called. she got a little stalker-ish and kept phoning into work, but i think she has finally come to realise that when it comes to commitment, i am deranged. i did, however, get my watch battery changed by a totally cute jeweller. i got her phone number.








the cycle continues!

what the?

it's not often you find your blog (which no one reads anyhow... right?) mentioned in an article in the age. i mean sure, i wasn't actually read, but mentioned none the less. this is kind of surreal.

the girl mentioned a few posts ago has decided she is now my girlfriend and that i am her boyfriend. hmm. she is extremely cute and kind of offsets my more darker traits by being rediculously upbeat and positive. similarly, as i am messy, disorganised, hairy and godless, she is scarily tidy, organised, not the least bit hairy and attends church.

what the hell have i gotten myself into?

anyhow, i'll give it a go. if she can put up with my fickle nature and the fact that i never answer calls on my mobile from withheld numbers (something she's having some serious issues with, i kid not) then we should be ok. that said, i'm a terrible boyfriend, and proud of it.

also, i think i'm having some kind of quarter life crisis. i have no idea what i want to do and feel purposeless and vacant. i keep having the most terrible dreams detailing things i did, years ago, that were most likely the wrong things to do. i'm also trying to get in touch with a mysterious figure from my past to apologise, but she's not returning my calls. how exiciting!*

tomorrow night is dinner at my mothers to meet her new bloke. he's jewish, pays cash for lexuses (lexii?), owns some kind of biometrics company and seems very kind. my mother is loud, irreligious, a full time nurse & one of the warmest people you've ever met. i think she's worried that i won't like him, but since he seems to make her happy i'm sold already. although parents can be thick, sometimes.






*yet, to be honest, extremely depressing.

MCC Relationship Register

reading richards blog led me to discover the proposal by the melbourne city council to establish a Relationship Declaration Register. spear-headed by deputy mayor gary singer, this is the closest we have come to any official recognition of same-sex relationships. YAY.

that said, it's not same-sex specific. i'm concerned at one of the statistics conservative fear-mongers like salt shakers are using to discredit such a plan. that is, that in other areas where this type of system is used, very few couples actually use it. ok, so - if you're in a relationship of any orientation: guy girl, girl girl, guy guy, guy plant etc - then think about supporting this measure when it comes to fruition and registering your relationship!

a few glasses of wine, a nice meal, and a quick trip to the town hall to register your love with this wonderful city of melbourne? sounds hot.

i would love nothing more than to see the relationship register get huge numbers upon implimentation. i know i'm going to be e-mailing like crazy. and if anyone wants to come with me and put up some posters or anything, that would also be quite rad.

edit: APRIL 2!

a new story about new love

so, i work in a clerk-ish, typish, call-center-ish type place, health-care style. normally i act in a managerial role, but sometimes i pick up some extra call center shifts. for the cash, yo.*

so a few weeks ago i was doing just that when i got a call from a patient after some results. she didn't sound very old - and, it turns out, she wasn't - but what she did sound like was cute. and fun. so we talked for about half an hour, because i'm bad at my job, and afterwards i decided to be completely unethical and text her, having gotten her mobile number from our computer records.

terrible, no?

luckily, she didn't think so, and we texted back and forth for a few days. then we got into the terrible habit of making four-hour phone-calls to one another really early in the morning. which was fun, if not a little tiring.

finally she asked me to come to a party of a friend of hers on saturday night. seeing as i worked till eleven, it was a bit of a rush, but i got there. we met properly for the first time - and i met her friends, who were delightful - and we stayed up till 4am talking about nothing at all, before making out for quite some time.



did i tell you she's a gymnast? AND a nurse?

i'm in a gooooood mood today. hooooooooooooooooooooooooray!





*pimpin' aint easy, etc