bits and blobbies

because i haven't posted any photos of my boy since his haircut...



that's right, we take videos of each other taking videos of each other. only i was clever enough to stop my video-taking to take a photo. we're the awesomest kind of suck. BAM!

and while lying about south lawn the other day we managed to spy young alex and her new toy canoodling. and the following will show off my awesome paparazzi skills





oh and carilious dragged me out clubbing last night, to his friend's birthday (Happy birthday Terry!) and it ended up being a pretty good night.
and to prove it all, here's a picture of rita flipping cary off

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private dancer

an entire weekend and two lap dances later, my spirits have leveled.

strip clubs are fun. sleezy guys that want to take you there are not. what's worse is drunk sleezy guys that take off without telling you. aaah shoulda seen it coming. assholes are assholes. and my on-coming radar is somehow switched waaaaaay off. can never see them coming. i used to be able to detect at least a hint of what's going on but apparently no longer. all the fun of singledom right?

with the certain decisions taken place and a rough semblance of a path laid down i'm very quickly running out of excuses. so now i'm down to either "if my body is tired then i still need sleep" or "watching tv is still going towards my course". i'm beyond lame. so out comes all my 'skines, pen in hand, and by weeks-end i'd have mapped out my future. you just wait. there are more decisions still waiting for the coin toss to settle.

photos are done. i'm collecting them wednesday. i don't know, they didn't look.....well let's just hope they were generous with the touch-ups, air-brushing and what have you. all the hot ones i'll put up here, all the rest you'll have to pry out of my cold clamy hands at my death bed.


i'ma puttin' this here because i still can't understand it. out of all the pictures (and admittedly there were some real duds), my mama liked this one. i mean i look decent in a few and THIS is the one she likes... low res scan because hell, i'll get the hi res copies on dvd later now that i've seen the prints and i can save some money. amazing. i look exactly the same as i did 4 years ago when i got the other sets done. and my head is still too round on camera.


hmm...here i was going to put up some truly embarrassing confessions, but self censorship got the better of me. but yes. cyber stalking is involved. isn't that a tantalising thought...

need some pictures to accompany this post...will put them up tomorrow then. maybe of the bbq yesterday. little victoria and sasa are growing up. too too fast.

:edit: i've been told that the layout is all screwy in i.e. well...boo hoo to all you ie users then huh. i refuse put in extra effort because you're too lazy to better your own online experiences. get firefox you idiots

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little girl blue

a slight dent in my sense of self-worth. *sigh*, so much drama, and boy you don't even know.

sitting here listening to muddy waters. i remember going to see lightening in a bottle at MiFF last year with J. he hated it, and took to watching my face with that childish glee absolutely enthralled. good stuff, good times.

appropriate too.

You Can't Lose What You Ain't Never Had - Muddy "Mississippi" Waters

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hide and seek

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
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i'm going crazy. it's been exactly a week and nothing. i half wanna think, to hell with decorum, it's my birthday week i can do whatever the hell i want. but god, that's not the way i want things to go.

so i'll just preoccupy myself with mindless media consumption. idol's on tonight, as much as i hate every performer this year, better than staring at my empty entourage inbox willing it to fill up.

i think i agree with you now, i am obssessive compulsive. so what if that's my thing? don't everyone have a thing? i dare you tell me it's doesn't not don't.
see?

___________________
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
-Imogen Heap

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correspondence 2

Hey,

How wackily postmodern is "a", though? A what? Who cares? why do we need to attach our own syntactical expectations onto symbols.

Okay, so I'm done being pretentious. Yeah, I don't know how I want to solidfy the idea for this elevator scene, as it would actually require some technical construction. But I just really wanted to explore it sort of through what causes the awkwardness, and I don't really know yet, but I'd like it to be a sort of comic "academic surrealism" that is more interested in pure experiences and finding the causes behind them. Not sure if it will work, however.

Monday sounds pretty terrifying to you. I wish I had a group to do presentations with! I'm just doing a boring one by myself in week 12. That whole not attending classes thing makes it difficult...

So the whole post-work 1am ness is starting to dwell in. Oh! Charlie! Haven't seen it. I know, I know, I know. Don't have time yet, but I'm hoping to see it soon. Worth it? I hope so, though the old is a favourite of mine.

(Additional note: I am a perfectly normal straight guy who owns his own makeup...but it is for stage...)

Bah. Sleep time.

Peace, love, and understandings! (Do you ever notice how it was such a year 10-12 thing to have fun little comments just before you sign your name out, as if to say "I'm cool because of my proximity to this somewhat profound statement...")

G

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correspondence

Heya G,

Sorry to hear that the past couple of weeks hasn't been good, but isn't that all the more reason to come to the screening? There is nothing so terrible in the world that a little Fear and Loathing can't snap back into perspective. A deranged Johnny Depp is what makes my life complete. Which reminds me, the whole point of emailing you in the first place was to ask what you thought of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Everyone I've talked to has been really split into either hating and absolutely raving about it. (in case you're wondering, I fall into the latter category)

Then again, emails are useless when it comes to discussing movies, so I won't go on about it.

Christian was saying how for the final assessment, he's hoping to not receive any essays and just get creative stuff. And then he was saying how it would be better to actually have a screening for the short film or performance at a gathering some night, which is not what I had in mind at all, but he didn't elaborate, and I didn't go to the tute so I couldn't ask.

I had wanted to do the manifesto and short film too, because I was annoyed that the surrealists wanted to explore the wonder of everyday life and yet everything they came out with was dark and depressing and or horrible so I wanted to compile a montage of simple pleasures which is surreal only in the way they're stringed together. Then I suddenly realized, that's the basis for any decent advertising campaign these days. So that idea went to shit, which I'm actually grateful for since it would actually require a lot of work. And costly too, since all the shots I imagined in my head involved a lot of tying the camera to things to spin from and other such ways to break the damn thing.

But hey, awkward/anxious moment in an elevator is actually doable! Better than that, elevators always have that twilight zoney feel about them. Am intrigued, how are you actually going to "explore" that moment?

I'm coming up to campus on Monday to talk about the tute presentation with my group. A perfectly normal straight guy who owns his own makeup, and a masochist complete with cigarette burns on his calf. I had been hoping to see you at the screenings so I could come and talk to you rather than hearing what they have planned for our performance. Alas, you failed me, I'm down as a sadist. Should be interesting, they're trying to convince Christian into letting us just do a write up of the performance for the essay. But until then, I've got Monday to live through. So if you find some desolate little Asian girl wondering around looking a tad shaken, you'll know why.

Oh lordy, this turned out to be quite a novel. I'm in the Friday morning 11am tute, just so I can go to work after. What can I say? Girl gotta eat.

Ok, I've kept myself from my assignments long enough, and am fairly confident that I've kept you from yours too so, I'm outie.

Best, Alice
(can't believe you actually go by G, then again I'm just jealous I can solidify my presence down to an initial. It'll be like, "love from a", a what? peh)

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