To Hell In a Rat-Faced Bitch's Hand-Basket

You know the world is truly going to hell, when (and they all seem to be female, maybe because they are told that the clitoris gives them the opportunity to have it all... and it's just not true) car drivers think it is perfectly acceptable to run pedestrian's down if the pedestrian crosses the road on the red man – more often than not, these idiot drivers are driving through red lights themselves.

I saw it happen on the corner of Elizabeth and Bourke a week, or so ago, when an idiot woman accelerated straight at group of pedestrians in her Rodeo, not making any allowances for the pedestrians if they'd kept walking. If they had, she would have run them down, it would have been as simple as that.

Then this morning, a woman in a gunmetal grey Toyota Yaris tried to run me down on Victoria Parade. You can’t actually make it right across Victoria Parade on the green man, it has always changed to red when you are on the second side. I dashed across this morning and this idiot woman just kept coming, until I was in front of her car with both my hands on her bonnet yelling at her that she had to give way to pedestrians.

Get out of my way, she said, as she tried to accelerate over me. I had to leap out of the way.

I saw that she had stopped at Brunswick Street and decided that she wasn't going to get away with that.

I ran and caught up to her, as she waited at Brunswick Street lights and it was worth it just to see her jump and nearly shit herself, as I banged on her diver’s window, as hard as I could.

(To her credit, she wound down the window)

Do you think your behaviour was acceptable back there? I yelled. Do you think it is acceptable to run someone down?

Yes, she said, because you ran across on the red man. Because I was in the right and you were in the wrong.

(Yes, she said. It was okay for her to run a pedestrian down)

You don’t even know your road rules, I yelled. Cars have to give way to pedestrians.

I know my road rules…

You are what is wrong with the world, I yelled. The world is going to hell quicker than I ever gave it credit for, because of people like you!

I walked around in front of her car, the lights had turned green and she accelerated again and I had to jump from out of her way again?

What the hell is wrong with you, I yelled after her.

The World is Full of Users

Josh, who is staying with me as a guest, remember, called from Valarie's place to ask if she could come around to use my Internet. She lives close by, just around the corner. It would be so convenient for her, rather than having to go to an Internet cafe.

Oh, I could see it so clearly, how many times in the week do you think she'd be around just to check her emails?

Valerie Who? What does she mean to me, quite frankly.

Sure, I said. Why don’t you invite the whole neighbourhood around to use it, while you are at it?

I wasn't to know she was listening in on the call, on the other end, with Josh. She thought I sounded mean and now she feels too scared to come around.

What a princess! And I’m the bad guy? Go figure?

But? Er? Job done.

Monday Morning

It's the beginning of the week. Or is it the middle? I'm not so sure now that I've worked right through the weekend.

That disgusting little man, John Howard, is way down in the polls, as is his vile (pseudo-christian) party. (Get your rosaries off our ovaries, euthanasia, abortion and gay rights, you snivelling, conservative cunts)

Stop using the environment as a political tool and take the problem seriously. We don't want nuclear power, it's not a good fiscal opportunity to expand Australia's uranium industry. You still don't get it do you little Johnny, it's not about money, it's about survival, it's about the planet.

Little (seventy year old +) Johnny out of favour? It is going to be a good week, after all?

 

From Tom

Hey Chris.

i called you on the weekend, didn't want to leave a massage, i wanted to talk with you.

Anyway, if you're interested, i am really sorry about projecting my crap onto you.

It was also crap the wanting you to be the old you thing. It's not you, it's me.

I'm just so angry with EVERYTHING but mostly with all the time being sick has cost me, and you got the brunt of it.

When I said "You don't love me enough" etc etc wah wah wah pick pick pick, what I really meant was, "I'm drowning in a million feelings and I need help".

I'm so sorry I wasn't clear and I just hope I haven't lost you because you really are my oldest friend and you really do know me best.

I don't want to give you my crap, I want to be honest and honestly, I'm struggling.

I don't expect you to do anything with this email Chris, but I hope that one day I can come over and laugh with you and feel at home with you again.

Please don't give up on me Chris. I know you have your own shit to deal with, but please don't be a stranger for too long? That would be nice for me.

I love you Chris, for who you are now. Really I do.

Anyway, if you got this far, thanks.

xxxx T

19 years later, reading this back is really difficult, it just makes me feel like a prize cunt. Tom, I am so sorry. I miss you.

Country Morning

Sun light dappled on leaves, flower heads catching the breeze, peeking out from in between. A bird call trails off into the light that is gently landing amongst the trees.

Gums serene, water laps at their feet. Morning hues, brittle and green, washing the night away. I feel the air on my skin, as the sleep falls from my eyes and the day begins.

A lizard makes a dash across the dirt, as my toes curl on the cool, cool earth.

The night’s fallen away, the day’s resumed.

Anna-Nicole

Good Bye

Good bye Anna Nicole. How sad. An extraordinary'ish life, by all accounts, cut short. I don't know why I was so fascinated with her? I guess it was the life lived less ordinary. From the dizzy heights to the heart breaking lows, you brought colour to an increasingly homogenised world. A world where people are too scared to stand out and be something other than the norm, for good, or for bad, you did.

Kiss Me

I'm tired of being admired

Random Thoughts On The Day

Toddler climbs into a car and dies? Isn't that just natural selection, 21st Century style? You know, getting rid of the dumb ones. The world will probably be a better place, without them. They'll only grow up to feed the stupidity tax of gambling, no doubt. Mindless Pokies. Or deal drugs to your kids. Or kill you in an accident driving blind.

Can someone explain to me why Della-Riva has been caught up in a scandal, let alone lost his job? This woman concerned was 18 years old, an adult. He didn't attack her, he didn't assault her, he didn't do anything illegal? What's the big deal? So he hit on some chick? He had a go, she said no and, I'm assuming, that was the end of it. What is the big deal? That's called life, grow up, you are an adult now. A man doesn't deserve to lose his job for that.

Susan Sarandon

I think she is so beautiful... and she is 60 years old. (and, allegedly, no plastic surgery) Just gorgeous.

Something Amazing

Little Johnny Howard

panders to the rich

and screws the poor

(like he screws Janet)

and yet they all still vote for him.

Monday'itis

This is not the image 2007 Christian was posting, but, this is the image 2026 Christian feels when he reads the comments about Tom

Life's fucked and then you die. That's how I feel today, so, I guess, I shouldn't write any more.

My car has issues, as the good Peugeot mechanic said. I took it in for it to get the once over, thinking it would just confirm that there were few problems. However, the RACV report missed crucial items and now it's going to cost me to get many and varied problems fixed... just when my finances seem to be going out backwards.

It all started the second day I had it and the head light didn't work, which, actually, was one of the (few) things mentioned on the RACV report. A head light being a road worthy item on a car which had just, allegedly, passed a road worthy test.

But, Tom called me, when I was, shall we say, in Manny's arms, yesterday. Bad timing, huh? It's the first time in weeks. It feels odd for best friends. It's good that he called, but right now, I don't feel like I have the confrontational energy to contact him. But I should. Bad Christian!

I just hope he has got over himself. Look, there goes a flying pig.

G

My running buddy G. All those muscles, legs and thighs in those tiny little shorts, how does he fit into them, people have asked.

Nick begrudgingly sat for this photo, and then I played around with effects.

Me & G & the Park

So the elms are dying from the drought, I thought, as G and I jogged through the park. Majestic creatures, well, hardly creatures, but nearly; big and tall and strong and as permanent as time and space... but without water, as tiny as the smallest grain of sand.

The lawns are green, the aspect sweeping from, pretty much, any angle. Mum’s and dad’s had bought their children to play on the verdant velvet expanse. People read books in the shade. Some people sleep.

G states categorically that he doesn't need to have sex with a man to know he wouldn't like it.

Christian, if I was hot for guys, I reckon I would, why not? Who’s going to turn down sex? But, I'm just not.

It's just fear, I said. I was egging him on. You pussy

Give it to me any time, replied G.

The sky was a beautiful blue. The sun was warm on my back. I breathed hard in between my words.

Besides, what do you do with two boners? Don’t they, um… you know, get in the way?

What do you mean?

Well, with a chick it just all fits together, he said. You know, when I’m lying on top of Valentina…she’s smooth down there. I just kind of fit…

Like a glove, I offered.

Well, wouldn’t they be pushing against each other? Getting in the way? Keeping you a part?

No, that’s the best bit…

I can’t see it.

The shadows were dappled on the path. There was a group having wedding photos taken. I wondered about the normalcy of the appearance of the day. People gathering, as they had for a hundred years. It’s all perception, I thought.

Head over to those pushes in the middle of the park, I pointed to the beat and you’ll soon find out.

What?

Come on, I said, as I sprinted off in the direction of the MCG.

Are there guys having sex in those bushes? said G, as he caught up to me.

A-ha.

In the middle of the day?

Day, night and in between.

You guys...

You’re just jealous.

Do you?

I have, I said. But not for a long time now.

Why not, he smiled. You pussy?

Well, Manny, and other assorted boyfriends, I guess.

So if you headed over there now you'd get sucked off?

Probably.

So why don't you? G said, almost in amazement of turning down free sex. (That particular interpretation could have just been in my head, granted)

I've grown up. There are better ways of getting sex. There is better sex.

 

The Stars Are Bright

There is a solar system inside my granite bench top. in another century we'll be disappearing inside them and having an intergalactic adventure without ever leaving the kitchen. That is if we are still here, which at this point is highly doubtful. Ah, the human race, the cockroaches will clack to each other, they had such potential.

End of the Night

Been out drinking with friends. Pissed as! It's nice to have buddies to play pool with, drink beer and hang with. I'm lucky, I have good friends. Whenever I get down, I should just slap myself. I've been down the last few days. Or is it the beer? Nah! It's grand having flirty buddies. Smart friends. Clever, funny, witty pals. People to be with, just naturally.

Josh met someone he went to school with. They were twelve years olds together, apparently. He recognised Josh straight away. Josh didn't click for the longest time and then he was embarrassed.

In fact, we were a gaggle of ex-boyfriends... the four of us. He who shall never be mentioned, Craig (his ex) and... did I ever say that Josh is an ex-boyfriend of mine? Before Manny, I guess. He's cool. I like having him around.

Do we ever tell our buddies that we love them, enough?

Babyface sings, I'll Make Love to You and End of the Road. (He nearly sings it as well as his {great} Auntie Gladys... nearly)

Tom has taken himself off to Sydney, to escape, because everyone is cross with him. Apparently, all his gay boy friends are, and I quote, ‘A bunch of cunts and he's hanging with some lesbian friends,’ according to he-who-shall-never-be-mentioned.

Shane and Mark W have split up. Apparently, Shane has left Mark W for Matt. Who'd have thought? The last time I chatted to Shane, when he was drunk and inclined to say more than he would otherwise, he said that Matt is the first person who has made him feel the same way as his (gorgeous) boyfriend Fergus, who died a number of years back.

Ah, Mark W, tall, dark and handsome and if someone could just graft in a personality, he'd be great. Oh, I don't mean that, he's nice. Smart, considered, interesting. I'm just being a little bitch. I think, perhaps, I fancied him once, kind of in passing, and he didn’t fancy me and I’ve just been mean ever since. Oh, not really, but I think there was a sense of that somewhere along the way. That’s how it usually goes, now isn’t it.

I started smoking again. Idiot! (Babyface sings, Gone to Soon)

Rage Against the Machine

This week there was a doco on about the cold war. It's premise was that the cold war was largely invented by the conservative powers in the US government to stem the tide of liberalism on home soil. It was the beginning of using fear as a political weapon. The propaganda fabricated and disseminated was largely so the christian agenda was pushed, ultimately trying to prevent boys and girls in the US from touching each other. The whole cold war propaganda was fabricated to push a conservative, moral agenda back home.

It was fascinating and frightening.

And who do you think was leading the war on the commies, Donald Rumsfeld. There was a speech he made about Russian weapons of mass destruction in 1975 that if you substituted Iraq for Russia, it could have easily been given 30 years later. It was the exact same shit. And as in Iraq, much of the propaganda about Russia in the 1970's, was lies.

(anyone who doesn't think we are going to perish by our own hands, is kidding themselves)

Rich & Poor

The rich get richer

as a third of the planet starves.

A dollar is given in conscience.

21st Century Man

Mayan, Inca, Roman.

21st Century man

is blind to his fate.