Friday, March 31, 2006

Better Get A Lawyer Son...

Hah, I'm a terrorist again. i got called up on the bus, because apparently the Americans aren't playing properly, and there was a dozen roles left untended this time round in the simulation. So Al-Zarqawi is back: and this time it's personal. The Americans are meaningless in this latest wave of sectarian violance, and the aim here is to expand the Sunni Territories to include this groovy little oil field in the north east of baghdad. blow up a mosque or two, a bit of a Shi'ite Pogrom, and before you know it, Sunni Arabia will be the richest state to emerge from the ashes of Iraq. groovy.

At the same time, I'm Prime Minister of Israel. no, there's no conflict of interest at all, what the hell are you on about? Just because i'm pushing for a west bank withdrawal... It's pretty odd being in government, but I could get used to this. especially when i've got the other parties begging to join a coalition. with me? you all want to be my friend? of course, they want something else, but hey, who doesn't?

I'm keeping up the Last Party too, already written 350wds of the next entry. it's 500 a pop, if you were wondering. posted by Keegan at 9:09 am ... 0 comments

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Sunday, March 26, 2006

Kan-yeh West (Or are you a Plastic?)

Fuck i love being a student with random jobs that bring awesome nights like this. Beautiful night, the violins were inspired, if it was at the opera house it would've been the perfect moment for hours long. there was two sets really, because half way thru Kanye said 'that was the intro, this is where I usually start the show' - and he pumps out the hits. Gold Digger went off, as it would, but there was so much to funk to. let's stick together, dilated peoples - this way, jay z's H to the Izzo, the stuff he's produced thru the years, these small moments for those who get that shit. like me. funkin back in the bar.

only one spark, but it held. she had these magical blue eyes, and she drank champagne. ah, one moment in a hundred, many others making my hairs stand on end - the violin version of diamonds from sierra leone, the crowd was awestruck. they could sure hit Elanore rigby for the single 'lonely people'.

I never want to grow up. posted by Keegan at 11:32 pm ... 0 comments

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New Thing To Stick To.

http://thelastparty.blogspot.com/

I said I would, and I have. check it out.

Linz, buzz me if you want something to do, Jase, comment on accuracy, and everyone else, it's a work of fiction. FICTION. it just looks a lot like it's real. it's going to get real inaccurate later down the line. posted by Keegan at 1:11 pm ... 0 comments

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Saturday, March 25, 2006

200th Post!

Aren't You Impressed?? I Am! I've kept this thing going longer than any one diary i've written in, and I've changed a lot from the first post. gotten older for a start. less radical. Once a vegetarian, now a maccas'n'coke guzzlin' Student in his fifth year. I'm living out of home, without a girlfriend, on youth allowance, and god it's good. building to my left is the Metro Woolworths. very much in the foreground.

But anyway, there was probably something worth posting about before the numbers hit me... oh yeah, Bloody Fox. this film i've been obsessing about Nochnoi Dozor (Night Watch), and the incredible subtitling effects it had in the cinema, which made me wait all this time until it came out on DVD... and to my frustration, a bloody dubbed version, or in russian without the cool subtitles. what exactly am I complaining about?

The story was enhanced by the effect of the subtitles. already a strange world, the strange language is made comprehensible by what you read on the screen. a boy with a bloody nose in the pool is called by an erethral voice, and the words form from the red mist in the water, and fade away again. a warrior of light calls to his comrades below him on the bridge, and the words drift down to them. a Crowded train is full of people muttering at the madman rushing past, and their words pop out everywhere at once, and fade into the blurring cacophony of noise. Ain'titcoolnews.com said it gave it a comic book feel, and it sounds about right.

the white words scrolling across the bottom of the screen are as lifeless as the zombies in every other film I see. posted by Keegan at 4:37 pm ... 0 comments

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Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Giving into Capitalism.

Plug of the Month: Pure Profile. Since January, I've earnt $29 by doing surveys, and it's getting paid into my account in the next 21 days. that brings it up to $100 from them.
wondered what this picture's all about? guessed what it is yet? okay, Give Up.

Dad's doing well, those of you who I mentioned it to will understand.

the other thing i was thinking of doing is setting up another blog where I'll force myself to pump out 500 words every sunday on the Party. something like a serial. sounds like i'm goin' ta have ta whine to linz agin. posted by Keegan at 7:08 pm ... 0 comments

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Monday, March 20, 2006

Steady As She Goes...

Hmm. Quite an Intriguing Week. well, three nights out in a row will do that to a mind. It all started with the cruise on thursday, where i was mercifully abandoned to my fate aboard a ship full of friendly chiros, with a hat that landed on half the heads of the ship by the end of it. I got to talking to two very lovely ladies, though both were very much off limits. still couldn't put a dampener on the night, so great to talk to strangers.

Something that never happens at Troppo - Saturday's night was an adventure into the traditional meat market, where the crowd is endlessly sizing up the possibilities - and before you know it, you are too. talking only to people I hadn't seen in nearly five years, the point being that I knew them before I went in. however, the night wasn't a total failure - the experiment with public transport was a complete success, and it meant some bargain drinks at Woy Woy, with an hour's recovery time. however, Saturday still followed friday, and the third day just didn't have a decent vibe.

Especially compared to the joys of the Lowenbrau in the Rocks. mein got, vot a vunderful pub. of course, details remain a little sketchy, having drunk at least seven beers before I left with my brother's entourage to the destination, but I do remember a kiss, a tiny candle-flame of a memory that I cup my hands around, and spy on when i need reminding that there are beautiful moments in the world. to counter the clearer memory of having to get off the bus at fox, and expel the rainbow serpent that was writhing about in my belly. But I had a hand to hold on the walk back, which was quite pleasant.

Oh well, back to grind, that dream of an iPod Nano remaining as elusive as ever. something that would be possible without nights like these. posted by Keegan at 12:43 pm ... 0 comments

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Monday, March 13, 2006

Like A Summer Rose..

So I've got facial hair for the purposes of a fancy dress cruise. Growing a 'stash, Knoll, and a chin warmer has only become possible thanks to the distinct lack of employers who care about how dishevelled their uni students look. I'm hoping I can pull off a jack white look .

So had a fantastically simple night out with Jase and Bec, meeting the mysterious 'luke and amy' and co., friends of Kim and Brian. Jase's Bright Idea (pictured), while at the Empire Bay Hotel. There were some decent sorts about, suprisingly, but we'd neither game nor gumption. maybe more luck up in Kuri Kuri next sat, if anyone else is game. Friday's out because I'll be. Out. In the city, celebrating Kev's Birthday/St. Patricks' Day. I should be saving my energy and doing some study while I can this week... posted by Keegan at 7:35 pm ... 0 comments

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Thursday, March 09, 2006

For The Record...

uh, some might've taken that last one the wrong way. I'm not gay. I like to [blank] women. when i'm getting my [blank] [blanked], I want to be able to fondle a pair of [blanks], not a pair of [blanks]. I enjoy [blanking] [blank] on a woman, even if i'm not completely sure what I'm doing, it's still infinitely better than [blanking] a [blank]. and the thought of [blanking] my [blank] into her [blank] is way more appealing than the thought of [blanking] a guy in the [blank]. Sure, it's nice getting attention paid to me by the nicest folk in the world, the gays, but it's nothing compared to that little fire of hope when a girl looks at me and i'm wondering does she? doesn't she? maybe this time?

Which is why I'll pay to go on a cruise full of drunken female chiros, but you have to pay me, and pay me well to work on a bar for 13 hours. if it's a fun shift, fine, but I'm not giving out my number and you've got a snowball's in hell of getting some lovin'.

looking east on town hall corner.at another time of the day, it could be done without the pole, might look a little better. posted by Keegan at 10:19 pm ... 0 comments

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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

So I think i might try and do this once or twice a week, i was suprised at how good a phone photo could look. It's from the bus stop at QVB, and I had this real feeling of a zombie movie for a couple of minutes while I waited for a bus, so i thought i'd try and capture it.



Also, I have to bitch about this fucking dude who goes around asking people if they have two bucks. he's asked me like five fucking times this year, and I really want to slug him one because it's such a fucking con. I mean, he's not even giving a story, he's just asking for money. If i'm ever living on the streets (very unlikely), I'd do better than that. next time, I'm gonna think of something really smart to say.

Another thing today is how odd this attraction to this girl is. She's even got a remarkably similar thesis topic, and I know how unlikely it is I'll ever meet someone that interested in what I'm interested in... but... no I can't even write this one. it sounds plausible and stupid at the same time. and I just wanted to put the photo up anyway.

so enjoy! posted by Keegan at 9:39 pm ... 0 comments

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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Sane Again

There was a post I wrote on sunday, after around 25-26 hours of being awake, including a 13 hour shift at the Hordern which I walked to and from. After which I went to the Grand Final, which eventually brought my time up to 33 Hours Without Sleep. so yesterday I wasn't much improved, but today I'm getting there. That means, if the laundry would stop flooding into the kitchen, things'd be just peachy.

I'm just hanging around for the plumber to come (sometime around 2-4), and wondering just how accepting of gayness my friends are... This Mardi Gras was the fifth gay event I've worked, and there's a few enduring perceptions:

1) at least someone thinks I'm cute
2) when people think you're cute they're very nice to you
3) when people are nice to me I get quite flirty
4) I need a regular job at a nightclub with that kind of atmosphere.

I also would like to be earning enough to be able to go out once in a while. but them's the breaks, I chose to stick to honours, so by gumption i'm gonna finish this thing. posted by Keegan at 11:31 am ... 0 comments

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

" # SHowed Barnes this DiarY. fool."

-excerpt from week ending Sunday 20th August 2000.

I like the bits in this thing that were relevant then, but are incomprehensible now. also the horrific playlists:

posted by Keegan at 9:28 pm ... 0 comments

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