Read this if you like reading things that are good read

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html

Ross' Secret Stash

As i was watching Ross look for some crayons for me to take into my exam, i saw him open up this box. They are empty. A box of empty eclipse tins. Apparently him and George used to buy tins of them and put them all in their mouth for a laugh. Then spit them all over the footpath. Classic.

Oh how i laugh at this. Isn't it an odd thing to have stored away :)

Poster for Mandy

Why is it that when you really wanna go out, or just get out of the house, or pretty  much do anything else rather than study for a goddamn exam everyone is busy. Is there anyone out there on this Saturday night that is not busy? The answer to that my friend is a big whopping no. Perhaps there is some secret conspiracy type situation i am not aware of whereby men in suits and hats are going to come into the doors of all homes to do their annual backup of data from all of the secret microphones that are in our smoke alarms, blenders and kitty litter trays. They have organised for everyone else to be out but me, i slipped through the radar because i am nothing more than background noise and because i wear an anti tracking device - of which i did not know was such a thing -  in my ear. Now what do i do? Do i sit here with Fred and wait? Are we safe? What do i watch while i wait? Should i make toast? All of these questions are creating a whirlwind in my head and escaping through the plughole which is reality.



No more movies. The Adjustment Bureau has filled my head with more rubbish than a rubbish store. STUDYTIME.

Stream Bon Iver if you are that way inclined

Favourtie FB status

Brown

Suppose I happen upon a snail; Big. Worthy. Larger than I. His shell contains swirls of what I can only ascertain to be an arabic script. Do I ask him what the hell he is doing in my kitchen and why he didn't select a more floral habitat for his secretions? I gag at the thought of him answering me in any language.

Boredom Blabber

I've considered taking up a drinking problem.. I'm unsure if this is a wise idea. I am under the impression that it will fill the void that has been left by all of my friends DESERTING me! No names... I mean a few casual wines at night time wouldn't be too bad would it? Although, it could end up being quite costly. Perhaps it would be better to save up the money and buy some friends. Or one of those realistic (sex) dolls. Not for the sex part obviously, but for the delusional company? I saw that documentary where those crazy men dress them up and treat them like real ladies. Or like in lars and the real girl. Except I will just picnic with them and then go home, not ravage the poor piece of plastic.

Requires more consideration I feel...I think this is going down a darker avenue than I had envisioned. A pro and con list might help. A glass of wine even? Back to square one...

At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

wish i was in warpaint

Dagnabbit these dont fit
i will fix this another day i am schleepy.

Bon Iver is a babe

New Beirut!

East Harlem! Its a typically lovely Beirut song. There is speculation of a new album later in the year. I would like this to be so.  There IS a new album coming out The Rip Tide and should be out end of amurrcan summer. Which is like.. end of our winter, right? aaaadunno. Can't wait tho.

Beirut - East Harlem by Revolver USA

Beirut - Goshen by ListenBeforeYouBuy

DROPBOXX

Dudes, check it out alright? New Liam Finn in the dropbox. Also, here is a preview.

<3<3<3<3


FOMO by Liam Finn

Laneway pics

Friday nights at work are boring, but at least if I am playing with photos I am kind of working...

nice CITR shirt

Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti

Blonde Redhead

Warpaint

Yeasayer

Yeasayer

Celebrity spotting with mandy-maggot and kirsty-lea

My sister Mandy and I did some celebrity spotting at Laneway earlier this year in Auckland. Quite obviously there were some famous people about. Like the guy from 7 days, he has no name. But he is on the tele box.