Pimping parents

On Saturday Patrick and I were walking to a bar to meet up with Todd and Simon whom were watching the Highlanders lose again. On the way we walked past a girl and her parents. It looked like they were going out for a celebratory lunch, which i assumed at the time was for her birthday. She was wearing a sash, the type you would get if you won a beauty contest or something. I wasnt impressed with what was written on it and told Patrick. He wasnt impressed either. The parents looked so proud.

KISS

A couple of weeks ago the Formula 1 Gran Prix was raced here in Melbourne. KISS were also playing as part of the Formula 1 weekend and were scheduled to play once the race was over. The tickets to the race allowed you to watch the concert as well albeit from a distance as there were specialty KISS tickets sold separately that allowed to to get right up close. Simon came home from the race and offered me his ticket as he wasn't keen to see KISS, so i went instead and had a blast. Their old and their pricks but they can still put on a good concert full of fireworks, flames and an assortment of other stage gimmicks. Unfortunately there are no pictures as Todd had borrowed my camera for the day. After the show i walked home with a smile on my face and brought an Orange Juice (cant say O.J. or Gene Simmons will take my money).

And he climbs up the mountain, battles the Monster and saves the Damsel in distress

This sucks! Ive already lost my main co-contributor to this blog and now im losing my main subject matter. I believe that as of today, Patrick has a week left here in Melbourne and we have a whole heap of events and stuff lined up to do before he leaves. I have a feeling im gonna shed readers now that hes gone. Hes an entertainer and brings in the crowds, guitar or no guitar.

Flocktron

Simon works at a bank and everyday he would come home with a new story about his fellow co-workers at their call centre "contact centre" or whatever he calls it. It would usually be something about how money hungry they are or about how many of the trollops have it bad for him. One Friday night, after drinking with them, he came home and pulled out the following quote. Patrick and I were astonished.

Frasers request

As per Frasers request, a Simon drawing! These are definitely not the easiest pictures to find but i was lucky enough to stumble upon one underneath the couch whilst cleaning.

A worthy reply

If anyone read the comments on the previous post you'll see that the first is some mental advertisement/promotion thing. I hate when shits do this, but on the other hand it does boost my all important comment count. Fraser happened to read it and was inspired to create what im guessing to be an accurate depiction of the man behind the comment. Enjoy.

K.P.

Look out everyone, hes back and hes stealing babies as well as ducks.

Tough vs. Weak, which is it?

A tough man once said "this is beyond a dream".

Patrick doesnt eat fruit or vegetables, he drinks them!!

24 Inch Pythons

On Saturday we went round to Todds place. We were watching random videos on Youtube and slowly running out of ideas. Todd's flatmate suggested that we watch 'Pumping Iron' a film starring Arnold Schwarzenegger on his quest for the Mr. Olympia title in the mid 1970's. Its yuk but in someway intriguing. It got me thinking about how Patrick is going to the gym and how Todd always needs to be beaten.

The Missing Fraser Pictures

I found some old Fraser pictures that i hadnt posted before. The first being the female singer from Arch Enemy and the second being a sword wielding wheeled robot.

The real Arch Enemy singer

The Beach

Yesterday Simon, Todd and I (but no Patty?? Oneday he'll come, its on the list.) went to the beach. We were throwing a ball around when all of a sudden a jellyfish attacked my arm. I was freaking out. I had never come across a jellyfish before, i'd never been in a situation where i would. The only time i had seen them was on discovery channel shows about the jellyfish that kill people. When we got home i looked it up to see if it was gonna kill me. In the end i didnt die but i was pissed off.

This is the little fucker. Their called 'blue blubber' jellyfish. Bit of a lame name. It would have been better if it was called something like 'big spike jellyfish of death'.

Soundwave

Last Friday was the Soundave music festival, held at the Melbourne Showgrounds. Heaps of cool bands were playing including headliners The Offspring, Incubus and Killswitch Engage. We all got drunk and had a blast. Heres some pictures from the festival. Big Fat Dino formerly of Fear Factory. Fraser Burrow? Dust! Not as bad as Big Day Out but still there. My boogers were good and black when i got home. More dust floating over the crowd. Incubus on the second of the two main stages.

Money spew

Why is it that drunks have to spew infront of ATM's? Without fail, every Saturday and Sunday morning when i go to get some money out a freshly made stain on the footpath is waiting for me. How hard is it to turn around and spew in the gutter, thats where waste and shit is suppose to go. I dont understand the attraction to the ATM.