Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Lets not let BP near the leadership spill.

I got home from Bible study and suddenly everyone's saying Julia Gillard is Prime Minister. I soon found what they meant was she is as good as PM now. I don't really like Gillard, but then I don't particularly like Kevin Rudd or Tony Abbott either.

I also don't like the idea that they can change the PM without us having any say, what's the point in me voting in the first place? (This is compounded by my previous confusion and frustration at how we're supposed to have a say about the PM but we actually vote for locals.)

Also also, apparently the Australian dollar is volatile... We've had a very volatile trip. Lateline Business likes the word volatile tonight.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.

Saw the Christian interview of Rudd & Abbot. Neither instilled me with a great deal of confidence. I don't even get why they are trying to convince us of anything, we don't vote for them directly. Most distressing for me, Abbot- My faith does not influence my political decision. So then what's the point of talking to all those Christians?

People have told me that I should be a politician, because I can be diplomatic when I want to be. At this stage I'm not too keen.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Medicinal purposes

I've been told that sarsaparilla tastes like cough medicine, so I drank gallons of it to make me less sick. It didn't work. It was upliftingly awesome in flavour though! Maybe Dr Pepper would work better, shame they don't sell it here anymore.


Yesterday I worked as a volunteer for St Vincent De Paul society, it was pretty fun. I delivered furniture and stuff. Today I'm sick (gick).

I'm also doing Yoop spot today (edit: not anymore, too sick for yoop), talking movies. I worked out how to get videos properly, so I got the trailers for the movies I'm going to talk about, and this.

Peace out honky.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Poetry (not written by me)

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other
that is until I met your mother.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell'

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Basically done

The semester is pretty much finished, I do have one more exam, but I'm super confident, since it is going to be easy. I don't need to study, I don't need four pages of notes during the exam and I don't need two hours to complete the exam. I am now in holiday mode, which is not that different to pre-assessment item mode. Less early mornings on Tuesday though. That is pretty rad.

Hanging like a comic, or Mr. Cooper, supercalifragilistic
Listen a Southern playa lynched it
Graduated from district 2 2 7, reppin the south subs,
Don’t nobody show it enough love
It fits like a glove

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Short stories.

I like to read short stories. Like these ones. They're rad.

The Last Question

All You Zombies

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Parson’s Pleasure

The Lost Decade


I like those stories, but I want to know more.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Nothing happens unless first we dream.

Last night I dreamt that I was at uni, plausible so far since I do go there, it was a normal type of lecture about something that I can't remember, in that it imitated real life. When I got home I played some ukulele for ages, I was better than usual, that didn't tip me off that it was a dream though. After playing Pachebel's Canon in D I went to the toilet, it was quite a convincing dream still. As I washed my hands I looked at the mirror, and things started to get weird. I realised that I looked almost exactly like a particular girl I know, except I still had my beard. I was quite worried about it, but there wasn't much I could do about it in the end. I ended up going to a friend's place, and everyone kept on saying things like "Luke, you're looking nice today, you're almost as manly as (Girl's name)." It annoyed me every time somebody used her name, I had become very self-conscious about it. Soon I became incredibly annoyed as every single person I knew told me I looked like that girl, but more girly (except for the girl herself, who didn't seem to notice my appearance or the people's comments). So annoyed that I magically turned up at home, at which time I smashed my ukulele in frustration. That was when I woke up terrified. I quickly found my ukulele to make sure it was fine and then went back to sleep.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The pictures... they're MOVING!

I don't know why there's no sound.

Ever shorter posts with normal, or long headings. Headings longer than the post.


I'm a blogging machine

I won't be silenced!

An artist is me

Or maybe not so much, maybe it's rubbish. I can't focus on for real things like uni right now like I should be. I'm spewing forth caffeine induced ramblings.

My Spectacular Vernacular: Heuristic

Heuristic describes the action of finding a solution to a problem. Apparently it has the same roots as 'Eureka'. Heuristics is the method of speculating to discover an answer.


Always I am right. It is so invariable it startles me. And now it looks very much as though I may be wrong, and that upsets me. But I should not be upset, because I am right. I must be right because I am never wrong.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


I got some cool books for my birthday, but I don't know what to use a concordance for. It's big, so it must be useful. It also has Greek and Hebrew dictionaries.

They mash my steak these days, I got to drink it through a straw.

Just remember: when your hip breaks in two, it's the ice flo for you.

snitches get stiches... or extra refried liver, i can never remember.

I got to drink my refried liver through a straw too. Normal liver is too hard for my dentures.


I'm distracted

Essays are hard to focus on.

midnight bicycle mystery

I ride the bike at night.
Not lie.
I heard the footstepping sounds come after me.
Turning the corner,
I see no one.

The turner.
The runner.
The turner.
The runner.
The turner.

Disappointing facts

Disco is dead.
Pants look stupid without belts.
When it's hammer time you better stop.