alien autopsy-turvey

Lately I’ve been tempted to put an ‘amazon wishlist’ widget on here but there’s no way I can justify asking people to buy stuff for me when all I am doing is being a lazy bugger and not offering up anything of use to anyone at all. However, if I was not a lazy bugger and was in-fact contributing something to universal human endovour then right now I’d be asking the universe to furnish me with a DVD copy of <a href=””>Korg: 70,000 B.C.</a>.

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I remember seeing an episode or two of this on BTV6 Ballarat back in the dark ages when I was a little kid. I was reminded of it recently when watching part of a new release movie, _10000 BC_, which is shite. It’s pretty much irrefutable in my book, old rubbish is better than new rubbish. It’s a shame that given what the internet is capable of that buying a 25buck dvd is the only way I can watch Korg.

stockholm syndrome

Yes I know the most recent episode of top gear purposefully, erroneously referred to this. Message to them: the ‘it’s technologically impressive so it lacks soul’ routine is boring. Say something new.

The only good bits in that whole six eps were 1) Rowan Atkinson: he’s such a great speaker – voice, intonation and vocab. He could’ve easily gone into politics. Why not Atkinson for President of UK? He could sort their mess out. And 2) the 2011 nissan GT-R: technological excellence.


Perhaps as another indicator that I want to go back is I’ve been browsing through used cars on an australian website. Funny considering I don’t have a driver’s license. The don’t seem that expensive.

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What about this 1989 mazda mx-5? Only five and a half thousand and can probably go lower. Sporty. Easy on petrol… but even a friendless weirdo like me would eventually end up in a situation where I had more than one other person to transport, so two seats seems rather limiting.

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What about this 1998 subaru impreza? From subaru’s rally years. Sporty. 4 doors. A bit more expensive at $9000 but only 190K kms on the clock – not bad for these.

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Lo! But what’s this? A beige (biscuit, officially) 1981 volvo 244 for only $1200? The bourgy middle-classness is perverse yet enticing, like slipping into a bath of luke-warm baked beans. The only real cars my family had during my childhood were two volvo 245 stationwagons, one after the other during the early/mid 80s. I can remember when I first sat in the first one and being amazed by how many buttons were on the central console — it was like K.I.T from Nightrider! As I got to teenagerdom being in and being seen in a volvo was less fun but it’s one of those smaller things that made me who I am. Maybe owning one of these things would be a way of reowning and setting straight that part of my life.

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That gum you like is going to come back in style

Yes, I’ve been watching a little of Dr. Katz again thanks to the modern wonders of the internet and how every tv show and movie ever made is now available to be watched at anytime, provided you have the bandwidth.
I like that show’s laid-backness. It’s relaxing to view banter like that.

I have also been looking at Twin Peaks, again. It stands up to time surprisingly well. I have been reading this book about North Korea. Something about the guidance of the loving father. It’s a long book; 800 pages. I got to page 16 and thought – that’s 2% done.

It’s funny to think about the underlying sentiment in the post that lies directly below this one. The other night I was at a cafe with a friend, showing her pictures from my childhood, via the modern wonders of the laptop computer. There were several class photos from primary school. for each, she picked out which kid I was and then asked me which girl I liked. And indeed each year there was some girl I had a secret crush on. It’s funny because other times I’d looked back at them in intervening years, that hadn’t occurred to me. After about four class fotos, and four crush-girls, my friend commented that they were all very different styles of girl. What she was getting at was the look of each. A blonde, a brunette, a girl with caramel-coloured hair.
I don’t knw that it really has anything to do with anything but it does remind me of a pattern where when one choice turns out to be the wrong one, I can often vault over in the other direction, thinking that must be what I need.