It seems I’m still surrounded by assholes but the world is still a beautiful place.

I’ve been absent from the blogshpere for a long time, but I think I’m ready to get back on the horse

so to speak.

You want irreverent observations and egocentric rants??

I’ll fuckin’ give you irreverent observations and egocentric rants!!

I’m going to try and break my current habit of writing posts in my brain but never getting around to putting fingers to keyboard.  Hopefully this will result in more frequent posts.  But then again, we all know I’ve made blogsphere promises before….

with my blog frequency reaching an all time low, I thought it was time for a change that will hopefully

make things easier when it comes to frequent posting. So, I present to you the new and improved

‘Blog Is As Blog Does’. Guaranteed to satisfy!*

*not a guarantee

I watched a doco a while ago that was all about casinos and how they’re architecturally engineered to keep people inside gambling. Seriously, there’s actually many and varied things architects incorporate into a casinos design to keep people inside, right down the the most minute detail.

Call me crazy, but I think Ingvar may have commissioned some of that shit to keep people shopping. My hat’s off to him.

A pretty comprehensive victory but to be fair I was probably punching above my weight.

But now that my life has returned to some degree of normalcy (man that’s a cool word) I will
hopefully have a little more free time with which to post.

For now, though, I must away.

Anyway, last night I had a dream that Phil Collins called me and asked me to play guitar on a new recording he was doing (I think it was a soundtrack). I asked him if he was playing drums on it, and he said not to worry if he was or wasn’t, and I hastily replied that the reason I asked was because if he wasn’t, I could play drums, or bass for that matter. He (a little begrudgingly) told me he was going to play drums on it, and that he already had a bass player, so he needed me to play guitar.

The funny thing for me about this dream (aside from the obvious), is that in the conversation we had about who was playing drums, he didn’t want me to say yes based solely on the fact that it would be because I could say I’ve played with Phil Collins, and when I asked him if he was playing on it I was desperate to let him know that the reason I asked wasn’t so I could say I’ve played with Phil Collins, but because I didn’t think I’d do that good a job playing guitar on it. But we both said all those things without actually mentioning them. That’s the kind of dialogue you only get with people you know very well-all that unsaid, underlying stuff. Clearly, me and Phil have that.

Wouldn’t you agree, we’ve got a groovy kind of love?

XKCD seem to be able to do that with me on a regular basis.

Last year, on a drive from Sydney to Melbourne, I was engaged in a debate/argument with a good friend of mine on the importance of things like Anzac Day and Remembrance Day. He is of the hippy persuasion, and he argued that days like those should be forgotten and absolutely no attention be paid to soldiers and those who gave their life for Australia during and war. Their contribution should simply be erased. I tried to explain that the general consensus is that those (or any) wars were horrific and awful, but the sacrifices made by all those people should never ever be forgotten, and they answered the call when it was asked of them. Something which, in my mind, should garner the highest respect from all walks of life. I wasn’t sanctioning war or saying it’s a celebration of death, but he couldn’t accept any of my points of view and maintained no veterans should be acknowledged or thanked.

Somebody wise once said ‘Never argue with a fool or a drunk’. So I gave up and realised that sometimes, you just have to let people think what they want to think, regardless of how infinitely stupid their opinion is.

The company I work for is housed in a big building, which in turn houses another company. We’re both of a similar medium, but my company is distinctly commercial, whilst the other company is the antithesis of commercial. There’s a common canteen area in which we all purchase and eat meals (hence the name, kitchen) but aside from that, there’s various doors and locks which require swipe keys to access, etc, etc, you get what I mean.

Anyway, yesterday I was walking back from said canteen area, I had to walk through one of the aforementioned swipe key doors. There was a tradesman behind me (not affiliated with either company) so I thought I’d be nice and hold the door for him. At the same time one of colleagues (a little older than me and around the same age as the tradey) also made his way up to the door, and some sort of light hearted jocularity ensued, in which it was intimated that a guy like me would hold the door open for someone.

The trady then made some comment to my colleague about he thought I was from ‘down there’ (meaning the other company). As I kept walking and he was told I wasn’t, he said to my colleague but with clear intent for me to hear, “he looked like he was down there”. It was said with some degree of humour, and I said I’d take it as a compliment, but I couldn’t help but think that this guy would probably dislike most of the content my company produces and would fit into the ‘other’ company’s demographic a lot more.

So why give me shit because I don’t look how he thinks I should look?

Forgive the teenage notion of my question, but I mean really, what’s the fucking point of making statements like the one he made?

I dunno.

I just don’t get it.

I was involved in a little story today, but it’s getting close to 9pm and I’ve been awake since 4am, so you’ll have to look the other way on this post and wait for tomorrow’s.

Pity that rain has stopped eh?