Thats it.

Whilst Mike goes off to work and leaves me in his flat by myself on my final night here, I finally get round to doing what hes been begging me to do for ages, close this sucker off once and for all. This blog was always meant be be about my time in Australia but as i got less and less inspired to draw posts dwindled and never got round to finishing it off. Totally my fault. Sorry everyONE. Anyway, got to use Mikes tablet, something ive never used before and draw straight into photoshop.  Its different but definitely has its advantages. The pictures sums today up well. Thanks to everyone who stopped and checked the blog, the feedback was not always good but welcome.  Huzzah!  

  

Feliz ahora?

Might have something new going in a couple of months.

A little bit of history

Street Cricket

Sorry to all those who hate cricket. Actually no, im not sorry.



Filming and awesome music by me. Drum and Bass Bo!

Could it be?

Simon

Jughead

Go!

Phew, its been a while. Heres a sweet little video from Melbourne Cup night. Sorry its taken so long, i havent had access to fast enough internet that would allow me to put a video on Youtube. Work is kind to me. Enjoy!

Politics!

A celebrity post by Mike. He wasnt happy last weekend.

Simon Anselmo

Its not Lex Luthor

Im not much of a politics man but this can only be a good thing.

We can rebuild him

Todd got through his operation fine which is great, lets all hope for a speedy recovery. Go Todd 100k!!

Frazetta!

After drawing that crude picture of Simon as a Conan type warrior i decided to give it another crack but as a homage to one of the greats. Everyone recognises the work of Frank Frazetta, the great fantasy artist with many heavy metal album covers to his credit. Ripped muscles and large breast are a must. Heres an example of his work.

And heres my attempt.
The warrior guy was originally going to be Simon but i changed my mind half way through the picture and it became just a generic ugly brute.

Geek

Saturday was the geek convention and at the same time there was a motorbike convention. People dressed in leathers and people dressed as storm troopers. It was just as lame as last year but this year they had Jim Lee and Ernie Hudson so it was off to a better start. Jim Lee was doing sketches but the line was massive so i didn't wait around for one. I got a book signed, went to a Q/A session with him then bailed. I saw some wrestling too, Sandman had Metallica's 'Enter Sandman' as his entrance music, booo!

Wrestling!! Check out the dudes t shirt and haircut. I haven't seen one of them in a long time.

ECW wrestler "The Sandman"

The card gamers!

The goddamn Jim Lee drawing a sketch of BATMAN.

The goddamn signature.

Deepthroat, ack ack ack!!

This guy on the train kept sticking his fingers down his throat. He must of had something lodged down there pretty good because he was really sticking them in there. I had to stop reading and just look out the window.

And then there is the other half of the picture which doesn't really make sense but apparently Simon can lift 105kg's with his legs.

Fury of the Storm

Ive been to some gig's lately, Dragonforce being the most recent one (Saturday!) It was great and can simply be described as one humongous guitar solo. Incredible. It also has a slutty nurse throwing beer into the crowd, boobs and the band drinking hard liquor on stage throughout their set. Unfortunately i have no pictures but below are some pictures from DOWN. It didn't have boobs but it did have Phil Anselmo.

The Beach

This is the kind of stuff you miss out on when you don't go to the beach.

PDF's

Haha, im at an Internet cafe right now and the computer i jumped on had obviously just been used as some of the browser windows hadnt been closed. Being curious i had a look to see what the person before me was looking at. Turns out they had just purchased a bunch of PDFs on how to 'train your girlfriend' and downloaded them onto the computer. They had left them on the desktop so naturally i dragged them onto my ipod so i could check them out later. It even comes with an audio file! Its like a goldmine of information for free.

So if any of you guys need information on how to train your girl to be your bitch, just hit me up, i can help.

By the way, whats with people not leaving comments?

Post 200!!!

It celebration time, Ive hit 200 blog posts in around 18 months. I have no idea if that's a good strike rate or not, but I'm impressed. Here's a little picture to help celebrate this astonishing moment.

Front Row L - R:

Blair, Pineapple, Todd, David, Ernest the St. Kilda Druggie, KFC Whaleman, Fil Basik.

Second Row L - R:
Fraser Burrow, Clint Frost Burrow, Tui, Colossus, Fraser's Mystic Uncle, Derek

Back Row L - R:
Patrick, Pink Pants, Meathead, Simon, Resin Tooth

Not in Attendance:

HEAPS!

The SF Gallery of Myths and Magic and Lord of the Rings

Bishops Finger

How could i say no to buying a beer called Bishops Finger? Tasted alright too and was brewed by Englands older brewery. It made me super sleepy.

The Phantom Shitter and more.

You may remember a while back the stories of my struggles with the phantom shitter. I'm sure we all know how they went down, therefore theres no need for a recap but there is a need for an update. Since Ive moved floors and now use a new bathroom my causes of concern have all but gone away. I now rest easy. And rightly so due to all the fucking incredible warning labels blue tacked, pasted and pinned up all the over the cubicle walls. First time i saw them i thought to myself how bad were these guys before to justify having warnings posted like please don't wipe your boogers on the cubicle doors or be courteous and don't piss all over the seats, people need to sit there, accompanied by a sun with sunglasses that's there to reinforce the point and make things happy? I was truly worried what i had moved down into. However these warnings seem to have done the trick and i can confidently report that the phantom shitter has not left his stain thus far.

Now onto my theories on who the phantom shitter is, i believe it was one of the managers that for some reason reminded me of a shark yet didn't really look like one. In my mind i called him Sharky? He pissed at the urinal with his legs tightly together rather than a comfortable shoulder width apart. It always bothered me. He must be guilty.


REALLY FUCKED UP MATERIAL BELOW.
You have been warned.

Going off topic for a bit, there was once another person that i use to refer to as Sharky. He was one of the retards (handicapped for you PC people) that use to go to Moana Pool at the same time as my school class every Friday afternoon when i was 9 and 10. This guy really did look like a shark and he use to always walk on his tippy toes, something i wouldn't advise considering the surface area of tippy toes and a slippery poolside floor. And yet i never saw him slip, remarkable. There was another guy who was always at the pool at the same time as our class. It was this old dude who always wore a pair of blue speedos and you know what was always in those speedos, an erection. This dude would just stroll past our swim training pointing straight ahead. I assume he was going to get his clothes from one of those shelf/box things but whose to know his real agenda. Thinking about it now, its so fucked up but i was 9 and oblivious to these kinds of things. And where were the lifeguards when this was going on. He must have been in cahoots with that angry old bastard of a lifeguard and was allowed to get his fucking rise out of us kids. I sure hope i wasn't his material.

True stories by David
Friday 10th October, sitting outside in the sun having a Cascade beer.

Animorphs, not just a series of books but real life!

There's an idea floating around that people like to bring up from time to time that animal owners look like their pets, or their pets look like their owners. Well how about people that just look like animals in general. We all know that Patrick looks like a sheep dog, at times Blair can look like a Monkey, Simon looks like a Jew or you might find yourself living next door to a squirrel (you know what i mean Dad), so it can happen. Coming home from work on the tram Monday afternoon there was a lady sitting across from me that looked like a bird. It wasn't one of those time when you had to really think about what they remind you of it was just an instant BAM 'shes a bird'. I dunno, she probably has a canary at home or something.