roadtrip

tomorrow i am headed home, not being from melbourne orriginally, because my grandmother is in hospital with some kind of scary heart thing, and i'm a little worried. at the same time, there is nothing i detest in life more than returning to the middle-sized town in north east victoria where i was born and schooled.

this is pretty odd, because i'm the first person to say how kick-ass my childhood/schoolness was. for eighteen years a had a ball. you might have seen a small hand-printed sign on your way into the city limits that read 'fun towne. population: me'

but somehow, returning there now creeps me the hell out. i can't escape the sensation that i'm a tourist somewhere that should feel like home, but doesn't. my disfunction is all over the place, too. for example, when i see a new shop opened or an old one absent, i get like one of those old men who can't deal with change. other times i feel as though the place is dying. sometimes i can't breathe.

seriously, what's up with that?

fifty posts!

like john cusack says in my favorite movie, it's not what you're like, it's what you like. i am going to try and let you get to know me a little better by giving you a bunch of top 5 lists as to me.

movies:
#1: high fidelity
#2: four weddings and a funeral
#3: over the top
#4: eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
#5: grosse point blank

books:
#1: snow falling on cedars, by david gutterson
#2: all the pretty horses, by cormac mccarthy
#3: the stand, by stephen king
#4: a tale of two cities, by charles dickens
#5: great expectations, by charles dickens

bands:
#1: tegan & sara
#2: belle & sebastian
#3: at the drive-in
#4: the arcade fire
#5: broken social scene

things to do:
#1: wandering around markets while drinking good coffee
#2: kissing
#3: drinking cocktails on the beach
#4: reading
#5: browsing bookshops

places:
#1: manila
#2: mooroopna, pre 2003
#3: port fairy
#4: on a plane, headed home
#5: melbourne


that's all for now.

real conversations, real lives

conversations from work i may have taken part in...

PART ONE





guy 1: hey, know how i know you're gay?




guy 2: how?




guy 1: i saw you having sex with a dude. ZING!




guy 2: that's because you were the dude.




guy 1: your mum is a dude.




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guy (noticing girls leopard-print stillettos): nice stripper shoes.




girl: these aren't stripper shoes! stripper shoes have, like, a six inch plastic heel, and they're...




guy: hey hey, hold up. sorry i'm not a big expert in stripper-shoeology, like you are.




girl (distressed): but i'm not an expert in stripper shoeology!




guy: i never really look at their shoes anyhow...




(silence in office)

domestic duties

this morning i have been concerning myself with issues of house. mainly, lots of things i should do around the place but tend to, er... not. i'm just about to grab my g&t (at 11am! i know...) and wander around the place picking up all the crap i have a habit of leaving everywhere before, maybe, cleaning the shower. mine is a life to envy!

i'm also looking at houses! soon the lease is up and i'm moving back to where my heart is, which is westgarth, but house-wise it might end up being more of a clifton hill/fitzroy north type thing.

i've also been flirting with a very cute audio-typist from work, mainly via e-mail. can't think of anything else exciting to write, time to clean...

why does every girl i date

end up like this?

lolcatz

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.