My hilarious friend Leon asked me paint a motorcycle helmet for a brand called Loser Machine. He works for the company that is distributing them in Australia. There's some pictures of it on their blog here.
http://losermachine.com/blog/?p=1058
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Friday, 22 January 2010
Motorbike trip - Fartzroy to Eden
On Thursday I left work at 1.30pm and decided to ride my 20 year old CB250 Honda to Eden in New South Wales. According to Google maps its 557kms.
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It was a pretty last minute decision. I basically grabbed a pair of shorts, a sleeping bag and my skateboard, strapped it all to the bike and left. I didn't really think too hard about it till I was about an hour into the ride and realised all the things that could possibly go wrong. As it was the only bad stuff that happened was one minor crash in Genoa (The front wheel locked up on the gravel and I skidded into a post and I ended up on my back in the middle of the road. Luckily I wasn't going very fast.) and I ran out of petrol once but had just enough in reserve to get me to a service station.
The first place that I stopped was my old primary school. Even though its a bit out of the way I wanted to check it out. I barely recognised it because all the buildings have been replaced.
See that really tall tree behind my bike? I planted that in 1986. I keep meaning to carve my name into it. I actually had a pocket knife with me this time but there was some teacher peering out the window, probably getting all weird about me taking photos of a primary school, so I didn't press my luck.
My next stop was Mum's house in Warragul to steal a torch. Then I rode onto to Sale where I saw this skatepark and decided to have a roll.
The bowl was awesome but, just like every other small country town in the area, it had an appalling metal street course. Look at this quarterpipe that I saw in Cann River. I cant decide if its really good or an insult to the young local kids. 2 and a half feet high with a 2 and a half foot tranny.... I'm pretty sure Maunder would have been all over it.
I rode onto Bairnsdale and called Dad (who was staying in Eden) and he informed me that I wouldn't be able to get fuel after dark, past Bairnsdale. This was a problem because my tank only holds enough petrol to get me about 120kms which definitely wasn't far enough. At first I was going to just sleep under a bridge or a tree or something but it was getting really cold and looking like it might rain.
Eventually I came across this epic old pub in a tiny little town called Bruthen. (Speaking of which there are some brilliant town names in the area - Mossiface, Lucknow, Bumberrah, Boole Poole, Lake Bunga.... the list goes on.)
When I rolled up to this pub it was already dark, there were 5 or 6 really drunk people who, by the look of them, were all over the age of fifty. The oldest, and possibly the drunkest, was an old salt who asked if he could help me, as I approached the door. I told him I wanted a room for the night. He was amazing, he took me inside and looked at his bookings list and said that there was one room available. There was blatantly about 10 rooms available but I think he wanted me to feel lucky. He wrote down my first initial and last name and sent me down the hall way. I couldn't figure out what room he wanted me in so I asked him to show me. He escorted me to one of the rooms, and tried to switch the light on. When he realised the was no globe in it he muttered "Ah fuck some cunt from one of the other rooms has pinched the fucking globe. I'll try to find you another one." I never saw him again. I ended up reading the complimentary bible by torch light till I fell asleep. As a side note, isn't the bible a big pile of shit? Christianity is stupid.... see
I woke up at 6.30am feeling spiritually .... lightened would be more accurate than enlightened. I rode for a while then went scone hunting and came across a town that had a market type thing. Country people still sell tapes apparently.
They also sell booze at their petrol stations.
I eventually made it to Eden which is a rad little fishing village type thing. Even though Dad is only there for 6 weeks a year, he has the whole caravan park lifestyle on lockdown. He has a permanent site with an annex thing that he built around his caravan. And a decking with a shelter, etc, etc. He's even got a shed. He's built a bunch annexes for other people in the caravan park as well. He's creating an empire. And for some reason, everyone who stays there has leather sandle type things with sneaker soles and/or crocs. Dad had both obviously. I didn't get any photos of Dad's set up but I went with him to different caravan park to help him measure up another annex that he's gonna build for some other dude and saw this gnome haven near by. Its a really crappy photo but this guy had gone all out, keep in mind this is in a camping ground.
Some tourist photos
I talked Dad into to taking me fishing. He sucks at it. Next time I'm hoping one his friends will take me out on one of their boats.
By far the best thing in Eden is this mini ramp which is directly behind Dad's caravan. I heard some skate noise and asked Dad and he mentioned that there was a ramp so I went and had a look and my jaw went slack. This thing rules.
It was owned by a dude called Reese who was an absolute ripper and was also nice enough to let me have a roll. I was in a fair bit of pain due some mystery injury to my shoulder that only really bothered my greatly while I was in NSW, but I couldn't not have a quick ride on this thing. I love home made weird shit like this.
After spending a couple of very lazy days sightseeing and sudokuing and reading I started on the ride back which was awesome. The road between Eden and Bairnsdale is all windy and through the bush, so much fun. The only down side was that it was really cold and I'd lost my gloves on the way up. So i stopped at Cann River and bought some woolen gloves at a little general store and sat on a picnic bench to do the crossword. That's when a biker gang called the Fourth Reich rolled into town. There was easily over 100 of them, complete with swastika patches and what not. I decided it was time to get on my little Japanese bike and get out of town.
It started getting unbearably cold after that so I tried to keep my face warm with a Tshirt
By the time I'd gotten to Bairnsdale it had started raining a little so pulled over and called Dad. He was only about an hour behind me so I waited for him and we put the bike onto his trailer and I got a lift back to Drouin with him.
Once we were back at his house I checked the weather report. It said there was zero percent chance of more rain so I decided to head home before it got dark. I sat on the freeway for an hour trying to get home before the on coming clouds emptied on to me. Zero percent chance of rain my arse. With 10 minutes left to ride it pissed down. I had to stop under a bridge. Then I decided I was already so wet that it didn't matter so I just rode home anyway and arrived home vowing never to ride in the rain again. Next morning as i was riding to work it started raining again and I got to wear wet clothes at work all day. Rain can suck it.
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It was a pretty last minute decision. I basically grabbed a pair of shorts, a sleeping bag and my skateboard, strapped it all to the bike and left. I didn't really think too hard about it till I was about an hour into the ride and realised all the things that could possibly go wrong. As it was the only bad stuff that happened was one minor crash in Genoa (The front wheel locked up on the gravel and I skidded into a post and I ended up on my back in the middle of the road. Luckily I wasn't going very fast.) and I ran out of petrol once but had just enough in reserve to get me to a service station.
The first place that I stopped was my old primary school. Even though its a bit out of the way I wanted to check it out. I barely recognised it because all the buildings have been replaced.
See that really tall tree behind my bike? I planted that in 1986. I keep meaning to carve my name into it. I actually had a pocket knife with me this time but there was some teacher peering out the window, probably getting all weird about me taking photos of a primary school, so I didn't press my luck.
My next stop was Mum's house in Warragul to steal a torch. Then I rode onto to Sale where I saw this skatepark and decided to have a roll.
The bowl was awesome but, just like every other small country town in the area, it had an appalling metal street course. Look at this quarterpipe that I saw in Cann River. I cant decide if its really good or an insult to the young local kids. 2 and a half feet high with a 2 and a half foot tranny.... I'm pretty sure Maunder would have been all over it.
I rode onto Bairnsdale and called Dad (who was staying in Eden) and he informed me that I wouldn't be able to get fuel after dark, past Bairnsdale. This was a problem because my tank only holds enough petrol to get me about 120kms which definitely wasn't far enough. At first I was going to just sleep under a bridge or a tree or something but it was getting really cold and looking like it might rain.
Eventually I came across this epic old pub in a tiny little town called Bruthen. (Speaking of which there are some brilliant town names in the area - Mossiface, Lucknow, Bumberrah, Boole Poole, Lake Bunga.... the list goes on.)
When I rolled up to this pub it was already dark, there were 5 or 6 really drunk people who, by the look of them, were all over the age of fifty. The oldest, and possibly the drunkest, was an old salt who asked if he could help me, as I approached the door. I told him I wanted a room for the night. He was amazing, he took me inside and looked at his bookings list and said that there was one room available. There was blatantly about 10 rooms available but I think he wanted me to feel lucky. He wrote down my first initial and last name and sent me down the hall way. I couldn't figure out what room he wanted me in so I asked him to show me. He escorted me to one of the rooms, and tried to switch the light on. When he realised the was no globe in it he muttered "Ah fuck some cunt from one of the other rooms has pinched the fucking globe. I'll try to find you another one." I never saw him again. I ended up reading the complimentary bible by torch light till I fell asleep. As a side note, isn't the bible a big pile of shit? Christianity is stupid.... see
I woke up at 6.30am feeling spiritually .... lightened would be more accurate than enlightened. I rode for a while then went scone hunting and came across a town that had a market type thing. Country people still sell tapes apparently.
They also sell booze at their petrol stations.
I eventually made it to Eden which is a rad little fishing village type thing. Even though Dad is only there for 6 weeks a year, he has the whole caravan park lifestyle on lockdown. He has a permanent site with an annex thing that he built around his caravan. And a decking with a shelter, etc, etc. He's even got a shed. He's built a bunch annexes for other people in the caravan park as well. He's creating an empire. And for some reason, everyone who stays there has leather sandle type things with sneaker soles and/or crocs. Dad had both obviously. I didn't get any photos of Dad's set up but I went with him to different caravan park to help him measure up another annex that he's gonna build for some other dude and saw this gnome haven near by. Its a really crappy photo but this guy had gone all out, keep in mind this is in a camping ground.
Some tourist photos
I talked Dad into to taking me fishing. He sucks at it. Next time I'm hoping one his friends will take me out on one of their boats.
By far the best thing in Eden is this mini ramp which is directly behind Dad's caravan. I heard some skate noise and asked Dad and he mentioned that there was a ramp so I went and had a look and my jaw went slack. This thing rules.
It was owned by a dude called Reese who was an absolute ripper and was also nice enough to let me have a roll. I was in a fair bit of pain due some mystery injury to my shoulder that only really bothered my greatly while I was in NSW, but I couldn't not have a quick ride on this thing. I love home made weird shit like this.
After spending a couple of very lazy days sightseeing and sudokuing and reading I started on the ride back which was awesome. The road between Eden and Bairnsdale is all windy and through the bush, so much fun. The only down side was that it was really cold and I'd lost my gloves on the way up. So i stopped at Cann River and bought some woolen gloves at a little general store and sat on a picnic bench to do the crossword. That's when a biker gang called the Fourth Reich rolled into town. There was easily over 100 of them, complete with swastika patches and what not. I decided it was time to get on my little Japanese bike and get out of town.
It started getting unbearably cold after that so I tried to keep my face warm with a Tshirt
By the time I'd gotten to Bairnsdale it had started raining a little so pulled over and called Dad. He was only about an hour behind me so I waited for him and we put the bike onto his trailer and I got a lift back to Drouin with him.
Once we were back at his house I checked the weather report. It said there was zero percent chance of more rain so I decided to head home before it got dark. I sat on the freeway for an hour trying to get home before the on coming clouds emptied on to me. Zero percent chance of rain my arse. With 10 minutes left to ride it pissed down. I had to stop under a bridge. Then I decided I was already so wet that it didn't matter so I just rode home anyway and arrived home vowing never to ride in the rain again. Next morning as i was riding to work it started raining again and I got to wear wet clothes at work all day. Rain can suck it.
Monday, 18 January 2010
Christmas has been and gone. Here's Mavie in his umbrella hat and sippy straw cup and our Auntie Bernie with a Duck shaped umbrella, both of which they recieved in our family Chris Kringle. I was in possession of a ShamWOW for a few minutes but due to some odd rules one of my cousins took it from me and I ended up with a bike seat.
Captain Manouvers got into the spirit of things.
After doing all the family stuff through out the day I came home and did this in Photoshop.
Then I spent the next hour or so laughing my head off.
Found this old photo on my computer. Halloween a few years ago. That was the year I was dynamite in the sack. Dont ask me what the others are. Apart from Noonan (Teenwolf maybe???) and Mari(Gilligan) in the back ground every one else is wearing their everyday gear.
Danny sent this picture to me the other day. He'd tattooed one of my drawings on some guy who's obviously a Mindsnare fan.
In keeping with that theme, there's a dude in Queensland who has another drawing that I did for Mindsnare, tattooed on his leg. I met him at the Arthouse one day a few years ago.
Okay back to trying to remember my life. According to the photos I went to see JK again down in Rosebud. I see this Bungower Road sign every time I go down there. The green electrical tape modification that has been made to it is genius... and i don't use that word lightly.
The steeds parked out the front of the shop
Latimer was up on the roof with me while I was painting and found a virtually unused G-string in the guttering. BINGO!
The sign currently looks like this. I'm hoping to finish it in the next week or so.
And as usual I got unexpectedly assaulted by sun rays. Check out this divine new fire belt that I refused to take off for a couple of weeks. I loved wearing it so much that it had to be peeled it off me.
There's some pretty weird shit for sale in the shop. Anyone need a stuffed lioness in attack stance?
Or a display dome full off real dead person?
I did some more sign work right in the heart of trendy land - Chapel Street. If you like sweaty meth heads coming out of Revolver at 3 in the afternoon munching their faces off looking only slightly healthier than the guy in the jar in the picture above, then you should head down there. You'll love it. One dude was hassling me so much that i had to pack up and leave. He thought I was some graffiti dude and kept asking me where i was from, who i knew and what crew I was in. He was fucking scary, I couldn't tell if he loved me or wanted to punch me so I decided to call it a day. And you Prahran wankers call Fitzroy the dirty side of town. Yes I'm talking to you Al, Niddy, Ralph, Cheese and who ever else lives over there. Yay for hair product. Chapel Street rules!
Ruth is still into food
I saw this Tshirt with some sweet piercings but didn't buy it. Must have been having an off day
Happy bike. Probably gets ridden by a hot girl I'd say.
Charlie Wilson
Arlo Maglaris
Nick Burton (NYE 2009/10)
Awesome.
I've recently drawn a poster up for the Belco Bowl Jam which is in a few weeks. After my first idea ended up on the cutting room floor
they decided to use my other drawing
Sunday, 13 December 2009
Thanks for the lack of memories
I've decided to make more of an effort to update this blog, mainly because my memory has almost completely stopped working due to some epileptic spazz outs that I have had in the past year or so, therefore this blog will here by be replacing the part of my memory that I use for dumb shit.
The whole situation totally sucks but I'm on medication for it so hopefully it wont happen again. I guess that its better that people know about it... I don't know.
Okay so, from what I remember, Cass got a bunch of us in to see Slayer and Megadeth for free a while back. Thanks Cass, you're an angel.... a satanic angel, but an angel none the less.
I've never liked Megadeth but they were actually pretty entertaining. As for Slayer, they were awesome, apart from the fact that Tom Araya had lost his voice. They let one or two dudes from the crowd sing. One was okay, the other, not so much. I would have been pissed off if I'd paid $90 to see Slayer karaoke. The crowd was fucking brilliant and made up for everything. Three generations of Jim Beam drinking metal heads. (And I thought that shit made you sterile)
Here is Slayer shredding after hitting the lemsip
As I said the crowd was awesome. I didn't see any androgynous hairdresser's test pilots looking down their pretentious noses at the punters, which was quite refreshing. I guess you never get those types at metal shows. Good. Stay the fuck away. We got chatting to these dudes outside. They told me they were only 18 or something.
Of course they loved Mavie, almost as much as he loved them. If my failing memory serves me I think this was during a sing along of White Snake's "Here I Go Again On My Own"
My boss bought a whole Zebra skin, complete with sewn up holes in the side from where it had either been shot or stabbed or something
Fashion war.... Dave vs Charlotte.... lets call it a tie
Mavie busted his nose. He tried to roll under the bar during a high ollie contest while Barnaby was going over it. Barnaby landed on him and his snout hit the ground (I think)
Poor old Barnaby was more upset about it than Mavie. This is the only photo, which I took about 30 seconds after it had happened. A few days later he threw a tantrum akin, to a 13 year old girl who has just had her horse riding priveledges taken away, about any and all photos that I have ever taken of him so this maybe be the last one. Soak it up.
A few weeks later he got it operated on and I had to stay with him over night in case he drowned in his own nasal fluid or something. It was a fairly uneventful night apart from letting this guy crawl on my arm. I think Mavie was looking after it for his neighbour, which means - in a possible world first - I was nose sitting the lizard sitter.
A few months ago I heard that one of my favourite bands ever, the Spermbirds, were finally going to be coming to Australia to play. I went and bought 2 tickets even though i was broke, because i didn't want to go alone and I knew everyone would flake. At the time Mavie was over seas but by the time they played he was back in Melbourne so he got the ticket and came to see them with his freshly busted snout.
They were fucking awesome.
Al recently got his son's name tattooed on his arm
Speaking of Charlie, I went to his first birthday BBQ. How embarrassing these two showed up in the same outfit.
After Charlie had unwrapped his new car, I thought Al was going to explode with excitement. He was way more stoked than Charlie. Probably because Charlie got bored waiting for Fish and Ralph to assemble it. I think the fact that it didn't come with a Sean Sheffey ollieing over it may have confused them. Mentone driver training...
Here is the angelic Matt Merange modelling one of the Snuggies(TM) that I bought for Terri and Al as a wedding gift. And no he's not happy to see you, that's a camera.
Do you ever have one of those days when the simplest of decisions seems hard? When that happens to me I find a sensible way to compromise. See
Which frees up my brain for more important priorities such as coming up with this master piece.
How am I not a millionaire?
Captain Manouvers has begun sleeping like a kangaroo. Fucking weirdo.
At the end of October I was in an artshow called Armageddon Wasted. We set the show up on a Wednesday night, then I had some frosty beverages with these dudes because I hadn't seen them for so long. Despite the look of the set up we were DJing to ourselves through an Ipod. At one point I put on the Benny Hill theme song and we all started chasing each other around the room in what our drunken brains thought was fast forward. Then we realised the security camera was on.
God knows what the security people thought Jim was doing here with this concrete dust from the holes we drilled in the wall.
The show was great fun. Here's some pics
Close up of Dave Snow's beer chandelier
I gave my camera to Ruth for the rest of the night to take pics for me. Nice work Ruth.
I was surprised to see Becky (and Yasmine in the back ground) who I hadn't seen for many years. A few weeks later I went to an exhibition of hers. It was fucking great. Check here
http://www.redgallery.com.au/2009Shows/2009Show_14.htm
Nami looked pretty stoked
Unlike these two very friendly young chaps who are trying to look intimidating. In reality they're sheep in wolves clothing
Halloween came and went. This is what I wore.
Roopa bought himself a sausage making machine. Here is Clancy sliding a few meters of intestine onto the ??? I guess you'd call it a spout. Meat tube maybe? The flesh funnel? As you can tell I'm far from an expert in the field which is why I was intrigued by the whole process. Roopa buys fresh meat and fat and other ingredients that I don't know about from the market and mashes it all up with herbs from their garden, then they squish it all into some sheep's guts.
As you can tell sausage making takes a lot of concentration and a lot of red hair
Keep squeezing them out boys
I had to leave before they twisted them in to BBQable portions, or "snags" as they say in the business.
This is what Roopa's hand looks like now. He assures me this is a non sausage related injury
I was asked to be in another art show some time in November at the Blue Tile Lounge. The theme was tikis and each artist was given a skateboard and a pair of shoes to paint. I was stuck for ideas so I decided to try my hand at carving.
I wanted the wood to look aged so I scratched the crap out of it and painted it with a combination of watered down vegemite and paint.
Masking out the bandana area
The black bits of the shirt are made from griptape
Here it is with the wood grain shoes that went with it.
Here's Niddy getting hit on by some kids mum at a skate contest. Those little koala glasses really pull the women, especially the leather clad ones.
Taking the term "vanity plates" to a whole new level
Me and Mavie saw this amazing scene on the way to see Obituary and Mindsnare play in Richmond. Broken down stretch limo receiving RACV assistance on Punt Road out the front of a brothel.
In more lizard related news I saw this 2 dimensional blue tongue lizard only a few blocks out of the city!?? He must have caught the train in
Sign outside the Black Cat. No wonder they play so much reggae music there.
After not having been to a family reunion since I was a small child I got invited to two in two weeks. The first one was at a bowls club. My cousin's car was out the front. His name is Camo. He was born in 1984. Last christmas he had a sticker on the back that had a map of Australia with the word FULL printed in it. My other cousins got so furious that he took it off.
I asked him why he has so many lights. His answer was "So I can see."
The bowls club was amazing. Being old is going to be great fun I think. Check out the awesome prizes they have. (Do you have to pay for the prize if you win it? And from what I can tell second prize seems to be worth more than first?)
And the ticket prices, one dollar each, or 5 for $5. Bargain!
The other family reunion was at Gumbuya Park. Holy crap, that place is a lawsuit waiting to happen. The rides are all crappy and the animals seemed sad. They have 15 or 16 year olds in charge of all the rides which meant that they let me ride the toboggan even though it was raining the second time i went down.
It was actually pretty fast. I bet people get hurt on that thing a lot. This is the weird contraption that gets you back to the top
You wanna have a game of cricket in the front yard? Yeah I'll just move the cars out of the way. Come back in February.
Sign of the times. Who knew?
Good name for your farm dude.
I saw this sign in Fitzroy. Pretty weird considering its full of wankers, I guess they didn't see it.
Speaking of signs I have been painting some lately. Here's one, pretty artistic hey? Shut up I need the money.
Here's another one that I've been doing for JK down in Rosebud.
Progress shot
Luckily Niddy came for a visit with two random dudes that I dont know. They were having a pretty good time being Australian as you can tell.
It was getting really hot so Niddy shed a few layers. Careful Niddy you've nearly lost your chicken skin coin purse.
It got so hot infact that I was getting sunburnt. Only one side of my body though because i was facing the sign all day. JK had no sunscreen and my socks weren't long enough, so I came up with this ingenious way to protect my leg. Again, how am I not a millionaire?
I was back down in Rosebud again this week end to paint some more of the sign. Dave and Kenny came for a visit. We went to the Rosebud pub for dinner. If you like expensive, poorly prepared, gruel in a food court environment, while being surrounded by families of large pink sweaty people, you'll love it. Obviously Dave did.
Kenny, not angry, just disappointed.
The next morning we were meant to go fishing but it was too windy. Kenny still looks pretty annoyed about the previous nights meal. Dont jump Kenny, I swear there is better things in Rosebud than the pub.
Le Wave for example
Or the never ending pier
Actually the best thing was in JK's shop. Its a model Kawasaki Ninja.
No wait, it's a telephone!!!
This is what the front of his shop is looking like so far. I haven't finished the sign at the top. I think they're going to be painting all the purple and green bits black too. I hope they do.
The whole situation totally sucks but I'm on medication for it so hopefully it wont happen again. I guess that its better that people know about it... I don't know.
Okay so, from what I remember, Cass got a bunch of us in to see Slayer and Megadeth for free a while back. Thanks Cass, you're an angel.... a satanic angel, but an angel none the less.
I've never liked Megadeth but they were actually pretty entertaining. As for Slayer, they were awesome, apart from the fact that Tom Araya had lost his voice. They let one or two dudes from the crowd sing. One was okay, the other, not so much. I would have been pissed off if I'd paid $90 to see Slayer karaoke. The crowd was fucking brilliant and made up for everything. Three generations of Jim Beam drinking metal heads. (And I thought that shit made you sterile)
Here is Slayer shredding after hitting the lemsip
As I said the crowd was awesome. I didn't see any androgynous hairdresser's test pilots looking down their pretentious noses at the punters, which was quite refreshing. I guess you never get those types at metal shows. Good. Stay the fuck away. We got chatting to these dudes outside. They told me they were only 18 or something.
Of course they loved Mavie, almost as much as he loved them. If my failing memory serves me I think this was during a sing along of White Snake's "Here I Go Again On My Own"
My boss bought a whole Zebra skin, complete with sewn up holes in the side from where it had either been shot or stabbed or something
Fashion war.... Dave vs Charlotte.... lets call it a tie
Mavie busted his nose. He tried to roll under the bar during a high ollie contest while Barnaby was going over it. Barnaby landed on him and his snout hit the ground (I think)
Poor old Barnaby was more upset about it than Mavie. This is the only photo, which I took about 30 seconds after it had happened. A few days later he threw a tantrum akin, to a 13 year old girl who has just had her horse riding priveledges taken away, about any and all photos that I have ever taken of him so this maybe be the last one. Soak it up.
A few weeks later he got it operated on and I had to stay with him over night in case he drowned in his own nasal fluid or something. It was a fairly uneventful night apart from letting this guy crawl on my arm. I think Mavie was looking after it for his neighbour, which means - in a possible world first - I was nose sitting the lizard sitter.
A few months ago I heard that one of my favourite bands ever, the Spermbirds, were finally going to be coming to Australia to play. I went and bought 2 tickets even though i was broke, because i didn't want to go alone and I knew everyone would flake. At the time Mavie was over seas but by the time they played he was back in Melbourne so he got the ticket and came to see them with his freshly busted snout.
They were fucking awesome.
Al recently got his son's name tattooed on his arm
Speaking of Charlie, I went to his first birthday BBQ. How embarrassing these two showed up in the same outfit.
After Charlie had unwrapped his new car, I thought Al was going to explode with excitement. He was way more stoked than Charlie. Probably because Charlie got bored waiting for Fish and Ralph to assemble it. I think the fact that it didn't come with a Sean Sheffey ollieing over it may have confused them. Mentone driver training...
Here is the angelic Matt Merange modelling one of the Snuggies(TM) that I bought for Terri and Al as a wedding gift. And no he's not happy to see you, that's a camera.
Do you ever have one of those days when the simplest of decisions seems hard? When that happens to me I find a sensible way to compromise. See
Which frees up my brain for more important priorities such as coming up with this master piece.
How am I not a millionaire?
Captain Manouvers has begun sleeping like a kangaroo. Fucking weirdo.
At the end of October I was in an artshow called Armageddon Wasted. We set the show up on a Wednesday night, then I had some frosty beverages with these dudes because I hadn't seen them for so long. Despite the look of the set up we were DJing to ourselves through an Ipod. At one point I put on the Benny Hill theme song and we all started chasing each other around the room in what our drunken brains thought was fast forward. Then we realised the security camera was on.
God knows what the security people thought Jim was doing here with this concrete dust from the holes we drilled in the wall.
The show was great fun. Here's some pics
Close up of Dave Snow's beer chandelier
I gave my camera to Ruth for the rest of the night to take pics for me. Nice work Ruth.
I was surprised to see Becky (and Yasmine in the back ground) who I hadn't seen for many years. A few weeks later I went to an exhibition of hers. It was fucking great. Check here
http://www.redgallery.com.au/2009Shows/2009Show_14.htm
Nami looked pretty stoked
Unlike these two very friendly young chaps who are trying to look intimidating. In reality they're sheep in wolves clothing
Halloween came and went. This is what I wore.
Roopa bought himself a sausage making machine. Here is Clancy sliding a few meters of intestine onto the ??? I guess you'd call it a spout. Meat tube maybe? The flesh funnel? As you can tell I'm far from an expert in the field which is why I was intrigued by the whole process. Roopa buys fresh meat and fat and other ingredients that I don't know about from the market and mashes it all up with herbs from their garden, then they squish it all into some sheep's guts.
As you can tell sausage making takes a lot of concentration and a lot of red hair
Keep squeezing them out boys
I had to leave before they twisted them in to BBQable portions, or "snags" as they say in the business.
This is what Roopa's hand looks like now. He assures me this is a non sausage related injury
I was asked to be in another art show some time in November at the Blue Tile Lounge. The theme was tikis and each artist was given a skateboard and a pair of shoes to paint. I was stuck for ideas so I decided to try my hand at carving.
I wanted the wood to look aged so I scratched the crap out of it and painted it with a combination of watered down vegemite and paint.
Masking out the bandana area
The black bits of the shirt are made from griptape
Here it is with the wood grain shoes that went with it.
Here's Niddy getting hit on by some kids mum at a skate contest. Those little koala glasses really pull the women, especially the leather clad ones.
Taking the term "vanity plates" to a whole new level
Me and Mavie saw this amazing scene on the way to see Obituary and Mindsnare play in Richmond. Broken down stretch limo receiving RACV assistance on Punt Road out the front of a brothel.
In more lizard related news I saw this 2 dimensional blue tongue lizard only a few blocks out of the city!?? He must have caught the train in
Sign outside the Black Cat. No wonder they play so much reggae music there.
After not having been to a family reunion since I was a small child I got invited to two in two weeks. The first one was at a bowls club. My cousin's car was out the front. His name is Camo. He was born in 1984. Last christmas he had a sticker on the back that had a map of Australia with the word FULL printed in it. My other cousins got so furious that he took it off.
I asked him why he has so many lights. His answer was "So I can see."
The bowls club was amazing. Being old is going to be great fun I think. Check out the awesome prizes they have. (Do you have to pay for the prize if you win it? And from what I can tell second prize seems to be worth more than first?)
And the ticket prices, one dollar each, or 5 for $5. Bargain!
The other family reunion was at Gumbuya Park. Holy crap, that place is a lawsuit waiting to happen. The rides are all crappy and the animals seemed sad. They have 15 or 16 year olds in charge of all the rides which meant that they let me ride the toboggan even though it was raining the second time i went down.
It was actually pretty fast. I bet people get hurt on that thing a lot. This is the weird contraption that gets you back to the top
You wanna have a game of cricket in the front yard? Yeah I'll just move the cars out of the way. Come back in February.
Sign of the times. Who knew?
Good name for your farm dude.
I saw this sign in Fitzroy. Pretty weird considering its full of wankers, I guess they didn't see it.
Speaking of signs I have been painting some lately. Here's one, pretty artistic hey? Shut up I need the money.
Here's another one that I've been doing for JK down in Rosebud.
Progress shot
Luckily Niddy came for a visit with two random dudes that I dont know. They were having a pretty good time being Australian as you can tell.
It was getting really hot so Niddy shed a few layers. Careful Niddy you've nearly lost your chicken skin coin purse.
It got so hot infact that I was getting sunburnt. Only one side of my body though because i was facing the sign all day. JK had no sunscreen and my socks weren't long enough, so I came up with this ingenious way to protect my leg. Again, how am I not a millionaire?
I was back down in Rosebud again this week end to paint some more of the sign. Dave and Kenny came for a visit. We went to the Rosebud pub for dinner. If you like expensive, poorly prepared, gruel in a food court environment, while being surrounded by families of large pink sweaty people, you'll love it. Obviously Dave did.
Kenny, not angry, just disappointed.
The next morning we were meant to go fishing but it was too windy. Kenny still looks pretty annoyed about the previous nights meal. Dont jump Kenny, I swear there is better things in Rosebud than the pub.
Le Wave for example
Or the never ending pier
Actually the best thing was in JK's shop. Its a model Kawasaki Ninja.
No wait, it's a telephone!!!
This is what the front of his shop is looking like so far. I haven't finished the sign at the top. I think they're going to be painting all the purple and green bits black too. I hope they do.
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