2005 Archives You'll see in the archives section above that 2005 is missing. That's some glitch that will hopefully rectify itself eventually. But in the meantime if you want to find my posts from this period they are below:
Being a tightwad and a cheapskate (and also particularly greedy) I'm constantly on the lookout for ways to get web traffic for free. Signing up to a traffic exchange is one of the better ones. Here are some you might want to join:
Here's a site that shows you how to fold moolah and create amazing pictures.
The featured trick reveals images spookily similar to the September 11 attacks. I'm sure that more than a few fluffs will take this seriously and see it as convincing evidence that the attacks were an "inside job".
In my last post I mentioned that I could be a whole three months behind with the rent. As I said before, I don't think it's quite that bad. Still, it really has freaked me out a bit.
I'm obviously going to have to change my behaviour somewhat to earn more money. That will definitely include spending less time in the Blogosphere. Still, the time I have spent there has been worth it because it's put me in the habit of writing more regularly on a wider range of topics.
Looking back over my blogs I realised that I've written tens of thousands of words without too much effort, and all for free. I've also mastered the art of internet research. So now, the trick is to turn that effort into producing focused pieces that I can actually sell.
Not long after I moved into this place I got out of the habit of paying exactly on time, every fortnight. And I started paying in dribs and drabs, here and there. I was sure I was pretty well up to date. But it seems I wasn't at all. My landlord, who's a very reasonable bloke (although somewhat scatty) has gone over his records and discovered that I'm a full three months behind!
I'm pretty sure it can't be that bad. But still, I must be a bit out of date. It really put the wind up me, that's for sure. Better sort out all of my receipts as soon as possible and get on top of this, pronto.
I'm still trying to get my head around this whole RSS thing. I do understand that it stands for "Really Simple Syndication". But that's about it.
My interest in it is purely to get more readers to this blog (others I have running) but I'm stuffed if I can work out how to do that. I keep searching for info on it, but it all seems to be about how to find blogs via RSS, not submit blogs to be found.
Maybe I'm not searching correctly.
Anyway, I assume that this blog is being picked up by at least some aggregators (if that's what they're called!) because there's that little icon down there.
I'm not a complete Luddite, but I do find it hard to keep up with all this bloody innovation, and get my head around it all.
While I'm bitching about media stuff (as I often do!): Watched a bit of The Panel last night. Of course it had a Christmas theme, and the ten minutes I saw included a reworking of the Mary and Joseph tale. Celebs played the roles, and popped in for cameos reading their lines from scripts.
It was just dreadful: witless, crappily written, badly performed. Of course, it was meant to be ad-libbed and chaotic (the show always is) but this was even more embarrassingly slapdash than the usual stuff. I kept thinking, how can they do this? Have they no dignity? Are these people actually getting paid for this?
It was a truly depressing spectacle. But this is par for the course in Oz TV-land. It's all about personality. Definitely not about skill. Just keep sticking your face in front of the camera, chum up to the powers that be and you're there forever making shitloads of money, admired by millions. For what? Well, for being famous of course!
Lately, I've become quite obsessed with software and its amazing potential. It seems there's a bloody program for just about everything.
I'd heard about story crafting software before. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. Have a look at this list.
Scary, eh?
Still, they haven't yet developed a program to approximate the misanthropic, obsessive and selfish personality type common to most writers. (Although I'm sure they'll come up with that before too long.)
If you want an excellent roundup of some of the dippier utterances by "anti-war" (actually pro-tyranny) fluffy wuffies, then head on over to Tim Blair's blog. (It includes heaps of other choice quotes, too.)
My second last post was about how shat off I am about being stalked by developers. Well, nothing's changed there. Was rudely awoken by loud hammering in the attic this morning. Wanted some extra shuteye after hitting the hay at two. But I didn't get it because the builders had to re-do something that was botched a few weeks back. (They woke me up that time, too!)
But my shatoffness doubled when I tried to go out to Parramatta for work and discovered there was a train strike.
Bloody hell! What a time to do this, when everyone's trying to get pressies for Chrissie.
And they hardly need to strike anyway. Sydney trains are invariably ten minutes late, and if they do run on time they usually go careening off the rails, killing most of those on board (I'm thinking Granville, Waterfall).
I just read a survey on Australians and happiness. (Sorry, can't get link to work at the moment.) Seems that Sydneysiders are the happiest of all. If that's the case I must be an exception. I'm a bit of a curmudgeon at the best of times, but right now I'm feeling more shat-off than usual. It has a lot to do with the renovations around my place that seem to have been going on for about the past six bloody months!
Honest, I must have some kind of buildng-site curse on me or something. Wherever I've lived in the past six or seven years, major ongoing re-construction has occurred either on the building I'm in or next door. And if not that, I always end up with a neighbour who's a noisy prick, a drug dealer, or just your garden variety arsehole.
I reckon if I moved to a little shack in the middle of the Gibson Desert, some malevolent mogul would immediately start building a giant brothel/casino/rave club right next to me, just to shit me off!
Crikey. Some places attract bad vibes like shit attracts blow-flies. Example: Salt Nightclub in South Yarra, Melbourne.
The council closed it down because of five violent deaths linked to it recently. I also found this snippet about some poor reveller who slipped dancing and ended up in a coma.
Maybe the guy who runs it should become an undertaker. Business would be booming then.
Have been away from the net for a few days. So, this is probably old news to some. But I just noticed that a lot of the blogs have some amusing Photoshopped Saddam snaps.
Paul and Carl have a couple up, as well as posts re the capture.
Spent a few days over in my home town of Perth. It's a lovely place and all, but crickey was it ever hot! And the joint is so desolate. Reminded me of why I escaped there a year and a half ago.
It's ideal if you want to bring up sproglets or retire, but if you don't belong to either of these demographics, there's really not that much going on.
There's just something about the vast spaces, the dry constant heat and the bloody sand and scrub everywhere that just kind of saps your mojo, big time.
I love the joint in one way, but it shits me, too. I really am glad to be back in big dirty, smelly - but buzzing Sydders.
Yes, I do think it is just a screen capture problem, not an actual archiving balls-up. Will have to check my blog on another, newer PC, however, just to be sure.
Will be very disappointed if I've lost my first few posts for good.
Just a bit worried about my archives. It seems that the first posts of the month are dropping out of the system. So I'm just adding this post to see if it makes another, earlier one drop off the end, as it were.
I think this is probably just a problem with my ancient OS, actually, which can't cope with too much screen space, or something.
Had a bit of a surf around for theories about how they became so twisted. Some people do think it's a "society's to blame" type situation. They cite culture as a major influence, namely the desensitising effect of heaps of violent fillums.
But I don't buy that. I've seen thousands and thousands of extremely violent movies and TV shows. Yet I've only killed three people.
No, it's something else. I can't be sure, but the fact that all my victims were of a particular political persuasion might have had something to do with it. Whenever I wake to find myself deep in the forest digging a shallow bush grave, freshly strangled beanie-wearing corpse at my feet, my last memories are always of a bunch of latte-slurping fluffy wuffies sitting in some alternative eatery in Newtown, squittering about how appallingly intolerant this nation has become under John Howard.
Just saw a great list of invented words over at "Paul and Carl's Daily Diatribe". It's spooky, because I'd actually invented a great term of abuse myself recently, and I was intending to use it to slag someone off on this very blog.
The word is "ignoranus", used to describe a "stupid arsehole".
Turns out that some other curmudgeon came up with it independently, because it's actually on the list!
Now I'm kicking myself. I reckon I was one for not using it first!
The thing that amazes me about the Feral's Alan Ramsey is that apart from invariably being bitter, vitriolic and irrational - he hardly does any work. Several times his column has consisted of a couple of hundred words of his own, with the remainder being other people's writing. (At least he does attribute the stuff. A good thing, I suppose!)
Here is an example of what I'm talking about. (This piece is notable also for its regurgitation of the now debunked "plastic turkey" myth.)
For some reason, whenver there's talk of serial killers, I always think of some Anglo, or at least Western European bloke. Maybe this is simply because that racial (and cultural) group does tend to produce a higher concentration of over-controlled, twisted types. Or maybe it's just because of the power of American media (in particular Hollywood) in presenting that stereotype. Whatever. Here's a story that does contradict it.
I've been reading a book about serial killers. It just amazes me how twisted some people can get. What's also fascinating is how often they get away with their ghoulish crimes, even today. It seems that under-resourced police departments, dumb coppers, unreliable testimony, the general chaos of modern life, as well as accomplices and apologists (both personal and political) all combine to make the job of identifying them - let alone incarcerating or executing them - bloody hard indeed.
There was a fellow called Carl Panzram, who pillaged and slaughtered his way across America in the early 20th century. He was also a serial arsonist (and arse-onist, having sodomised over a thousand men!). The guy was mean as shit through and through, but of course bleeding heart liberals saw him more as a victim of society.
He had such a deep hatred of civilization and humanity that he was more of a terrorist than a serial killer. He even planned to start a war between America and Britain by blowing up a Pommy battleship in US waters! Despite the protestations of the fluffs of the day, the authorities finally hanged the bastard in 1930. Guess which day?
I've just posted two blogs about Mark Latham, new leader of the the Labor Party in Oz. Just had to post another one.
Why? Because after watching Lateline on the ABC I've just realised that he may well be my ticket to fame and fortune.
I'm a comic, see, specialising in characters. But I've never made heaps of money out of it - or even become very well-known for that matter - because my characters, while being popular with the audiences who saw them, weren't very marketable in the mass media. (That is, they were unique creations in themselves. They weren't based on sporting heroes or celebrities, who seem to be the in-thing in what passes for Australian comedy nowadays.)
But I may have lucked on to something. Mark Latham, new leader of the Opposition, is already a household name and face in Australia, destined to achieve even higher levels of recognition. If you look at this photo of him, and the one of me on my website, you'll see we look pretty similar: same age, same facial features - even the same glasses (Latham now has a new, squarer pair than in the photo, much like mine).
While we're not quite dead ringers, we are maimed ones for sure. If I don't expoit this similarity and get a satirical monologue up and running pretty soon then I'd have to be a total fuckstick (just the kind of colloquialism that Mark - the inveterate "westie" and "ready-bloke" - might use, by the way).
So, from now on I'll be taping every televised interview with him that I see, and doing a lot of research on what makes him tick.
It might take a while, but I'll definitely develop an act over time. I'll keep you informed of its progress.
When I heard that Mark Latham had become the new leader of the Australian Labor Party, my first thought was: What a joke! Labor will be out in the wilderness for years. The bloody [i]Greens[/i] will beat them next time!
I hadn't taken much of an interest in him. And all I really knew about him was that he was an anti-American hot-head fond of personal abuse who called the PM an "arselicker" and once rugby-tackled a taxi driver and broke his arm!
But after skimming through Tim Blair's excellent summary, [url=http://timblair.spleenville.c...]"Marking Mark"[/url], I've realised that he's a quite a complex, contradictory figure. It will be interesting to see how he fares.