It Only Hurts When I’m Laughing

I know most of you don’t share my enthusiasm for Australian new wave music, But I’m going to put it there anyway. Find a good device to listen to it with, like proper speakers or a headset, and press play.

It has loud bits, and quiet bits! It’s a revolution in popular songwriting! Be floored (or at least not bored)!

Perhaps it is too personal or too posey to say that it struck a chord with me.

In other music news, I now prefer John Foxx to Midge Ure (Both were singers for the band Ultravox at different times), and I can’t beleive people are still arguing about it.There is an Ultravox record literally stuck on my stereo, so I’m listening to that at the expense of the rest of my collection. Unless I were to listen to a CD or computer recording, how wiley of me.

Anyway, what am I saying? This is Mi-Sex’s post. Listen, and enjoy.

I am having confused dreams

That’s pretty much all I have to say at the moment

Oh supergirl, you’ll be my supermodel (A tribute to Fi-ology)

I figured that this was the time to emulate the style of the girl who inspired me to blog in the first place, and produce a hackneyed sort of tribute.

Sometimes it was updates on everyday life. Sometimes it was musing.  There were always pictures evolving from the choicest lolcats to a selection of pretty and sublime things from everywhere. Sometimes it was about books, movies, products. But it was consistent, it was well written and I liked it.

And you know what, I looked at it almost every day. I didn’t comment much ’cause I didn’t have much to say, but I guess in future I really should try and muster up a few words.

So, when the girl deserves acknowledgement, acknowledge the girl. Well done.

Spaced Out

The title of this is a really, really shameless tie-in with this image- the last even vaguely interesting image I could find on my machine that I had either drawn myself or scanned from an old publication.

When I write and I put my images here I guess it comes out a bit how I feel sometimes, when I read old books et cetera and time comes somewhat unstuck and I might be anywhere. Well, anywhen and anywhere.

Also, I like to dream about going into space and other planets. Ever since I got [i]Handbook for space pioneers[/i].

Anyway, what’s going on in the life of the big bard?

Dunno.

Much love, eh
-Ames

A Phone conversation

‘Hi mate’
‘Edwin, I’m stranded in the national park and there are Emus on the path ahead. Do they attack people? I can’t remember.’
‘Nah. Well, they can, but no, they’ll usually run away.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Look, I can’t talk, I’m with the others and they don’t know I’ve got a girlfriend.’
‘Nah, that’s okay, I’m just trying to negotiate the Emus and get home.’
‘Just act natural. You’ll be fine.’
‘Okay.’
‘Seeya Monday.’
‘Seeya.’

(He’s joking about the Girlfriend thing)

Straight from the Raymond’s mouth

HE IS REAL