Ghost Patrol

Ok ...

"ghost patrol! You are under arrest!
ghost patrol! You are under arrest!"



I want ...

all of these

Slammin' pencil paintings



but at over a grand a pop and with more than 30 to choose from ...

this will remain but only a pipe-dream

You like?

You want to see?

Get yo ass down to High Street Armadale and check em out!

Deets - http://www.metro5gallery.com.au/upcomingghost%2Bmiso2008.htm

Oh and who's the artist??? Well Ghost Patrol of course!!

Me, M & P went to the opening partee!! I may blog in more detail later only becoz P scored with his previous purchase of a MISO print ... considering that some of her larger pieces were going from between 3 and 5 thousand ducats ... and he only paid about 200 ...well you do the math. And it was an interesting drive out there ... Hoddle Street - Peak period traffic - stir crazy!!!

Alright back to it ... Boney M just came on the iPhone ... Rasputin anyone??



PS - whatever happened to Gerling?



PPS - wii = crack!!

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Comments:

Phoenix wrote:


Those are really beautiful. That's the sort of art I'd collect.
23 Oct

wii oh wii

Ok ... get ready to shake head in dismay and roll eyes!!

I just figured out that when you play the tennis game thingey on wii, you can play both players ... erm ... not just one!!

It opened up a whole new world peops ... someone get this monkey off my back!!!

Oh and wii-fit ... I don't understand the damn instructions!!! What am I meant to be doing with the blue bits and the red bits!!! Oh no! my wii fit age is 75!!! *clicks off button in disgust and walks away*

creeping in the night

Ok ... I was horribly spoilt this year ... there has to be some merit in passing a milestone ... who would stand the pain otherwise!!!

I was very grateful to have friends around me to share in this momentous occasion not unlike the celebration of death ... the backyard was all muted tones and candlelight for a reason ...

The original intention was to upstakes and head bush ... but the logistics proved too daunting ... and I wanted as many people to share in my youthful demise as possible!!! So we decided to cater ... well when I say cater I mean we ordered finger food from the Famous Blue Raincoat, an odd little spot stuck in the middle of a tiny shopping strip right in a residential street in Kingsville ... everyone seemed to know each other ... and they all seemed to be of the "IT" variety ... get the drift ... comicbooks, swordmaking, renaissance fairs ... brief stints in the army ... herbal indulgences!! ... The cook actually part times as the rock band teacher in one of M's schools ... anyhoo ... the joint has a great vibe ... no pretension ... if you want to be left alone .. they leave you alone ... if you want to join in ... everyone's welcome ... but the food was superb.

We had, risotto balls with pumpkin, italian meatballs , this chicken breasty thing served with indian style yoghurt and these goats cheese tartlets that just whoofed gastronomic delight when I opened the box they came in ...

Anyhoo ... I hope everyone had a great time .. our parties are generally lowkey ... so quiet music and hopefully stimulating and delightful conversation ... oh and great wine ... a must!!

In fact it was a perfect weekend, including a couple of whistful hours in the beer garden at Wesley Anne on Sunday arvo .. a nice way to round it all off.

And why was I spoilt??? My friends pulled out all the stops with their generosity ... I would dearly love to give special shout-outs but each and every present was special (ok ... so I'm teetering over the cliff of maudlin sentamentality ... but at my age .. I'm allowed to! So suck it!).

Having said that ... the biggest surprise was M's present to me ... a fucking Wii!!! Hello??? Does it say NerdAlert on my forehead??? (Just kidding) I totally love it!! I'm like creaming my tracky dacks over the tennis .... even the bowling got a guernsey ... and I actually enjoyed the golf!! Someone give me some advil and a hot water bottle!!!

Oh and he also bought the Wii Fit ... but I haven't quite got there yet so its still in its packaging ... ok and I am a little clueless about this whole gaming thing ... but I went to JB at lunch and almost choked on the leftover curry I had when I saw the prices of these Wii games ... oh my god!! Don't they know we're in a recession .. haven't they heard about the credit crunch!!! Anyone off to China soon???

Happy Bday to me!!!

No Darling I will not have a surprise - The Invite - edited

No! No, no, no darling! I will not have a surprise. I will not have a surprise party. If it's going to be a surprise, I want to know about it, alright! Because I want to decide when I'm going to come and what I'm going to wear if I do come, alright? You can't expect me to go to any old bloody party, darling.

Reason: Daniel’s “I can feel the fortiness creeping in the night” Party
Day: Saturday
Date:
Place:
Dress: Tizz if you like, don’t if you CBA, either way if you wear the wrong thing we’ll laugh at you behind your back!
Attitude: Whatevs!!
Catchphrase (to be said at least once during the night): I’d Hit It!
MUSIC: Be Afraid, Be very Afraid
BRINGS: Drink – nibblies supplied courtesy of the Famous blue raincoat

My father's childhood - A story

Ok .... another of my Father's stories which I call "My Father's Hands"

He had run that race in his mind and on the track countless number of times but Faizal always managed to inch past him in the final moments ... chest puffed right out to hit the invisible line when it mattered.

It was the same for the 100m, the 200m, the 300m ... same for the baton relay, and the long jump ... always always second .. but this time it was different ... his father was sponsoring the cup ... and would be there to present it to the winner ...

He can't remember being unduly inspired .. he barely knew his dad .. apart from the fact that he was the one who barked out orders and made the orderlies tremble ... the one you tiptoed round the creaking wooden floors of the shophouse in the afternoon so as not to disturb his afternoon siesta ... the one he would in later life confess his religion to only to be banished out of home and country ... but for now ... the only connection was a surname and a slight family resemblance ...

But whether the gods had chained the fates to their whim and blown fortune towards this little malay schoolboy in the cotton shorts with the drawstring sewn by his mother's obligingly worn hands we will never trully know ... but the fact remains that on this one special day, my dad tasted the winner's victory for the first time and probably the last time in his life ...

When it came to prize-giving, his name sounded decidedly odd coming out of the principle's mouth over the PA ... a sound rarely heard ... the construct of vowels and consonants like a virginal hymn out of the dulcet chords of a pre-pubescent choirboy ... he walked up hot and nervous onto the dais ... all the time his mind focused on the cup and the congratulatory pats from team mates later on ... grasping the cup in both hands felt like conquering the world ...

Then his father grabbed his face in his hands and expressed his pride in a gentle squeeze ...

My father wondered at how smooth his hands were ...

He would recall this years later standing in front of the shophouse door as it slams in admonishment.

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Comments:

Temasek wrote:


Thank you!! I didn't have to try too hard ... his story really did touch me. If I had a tape recorder then, I would have just transcibed what he said .. it was perfect.
13 Oct
 
Phoenix wrote:


This is really good.
8 Oct

Aireys Inlet 2

Ok ... slowly but surely ... we stayed at the Butlers Bend Villas .. 4 units on a slope leading down to the inlet itself ... wood heating and vaulted ceilings are not a good combo ... the mornings were cold ... but apart from that it was extremely comfortable and reasonable priced ... but I wouldn't go during the extreme seasons ... air-conditioning wise ... its not too well equipped .. we were in the lowest of the units .... so almost at street level ... but right on the banks ...

Our unit

the verandah

the front door

shots of the interior

the happy punters

flora and fauna

THE VIEWS!!!

Aireys Inlet

Ok ... Aireys inlet!! I think I will let the pictures do the talking ... all you need to know ... I was as stressed as a hot infected pimple just aching to be burst ... the rancid yellow pus straining against the thin veneer of dried skin masquerading as a barrier against a whole village of diease-ridden bacteria slowly feeding its way through the crunchy nourishing epidermis ... but when we hit the great ocean road ... our tired bodies felt like they had slipped into the warmest bath imaginable ... blood warm ... gently pulsing ...

BLISS ...

Parentals

Ok ... the parentals were here as mentioned previously .... we packed up off to Aireys Inlet for a couple of nights but more of that later ... what has been significant is how much more (comparatively so) Dad has opened up about his childhood and growing up ... I wish he'd tell me more .... as it is we only got drips and drabs ... I think he was egged on by my Aunty S, the word garullous is a monumental understatement when describing her pan-asian racontuering ways.

Parentals at Butlers Bend - Aireys Inlet

First hitherto unknown fact - Dad spent the first 6 years of his life living with his Aunty in another village covered in hives!!!

Peops ... this explains a lot and also explains nothing!! I can't really speak objectively about my dad, but its a pretty rough start to a young child's life!!!

When he turned 6 and was of school going age, he returned to the familial home with the prospect of having to acquaint himself with another mother figure ... he remembers wondering as a young child why he had 2 mommies.

I know Mum 'makes up" for these with her war time stories ... but I'm beginning to think I've overlooked my father in the "interesting" stakes.

Mum and Dad spent 2 full days with my Aunty S. Wish I was a fly on the wall then ... Aunty S has a memory like an elephant ... and has a way with telling a story ... well in her lucid moments. I never knew my grandparents, which is a shame, as they're usually the ones to tell you stories about your respective parents' childhoods ... especially the embarrasing ones that you use as collateral at a later teenage date! Aunty S is good for the goss ... and she delivers it in spades!! Oh and a great cook to boot!

with an i in front life is fantastic

Ok ... peops .. this is the same post as previously but lovingly illustrated by my old school kodak digital cam.

(i) Optus says Yes, Singtel says Hello!!! The bag it came in ... but you know we've all been guilty of putting that target rag in a Paul Smith box before ...

(ii) Little Bubs just out of its packaging:

(iii) Didn't know what this was for until I downloaded the instrutionies ... its the little key to eject the SIM card slot:

(iv) went out and bought a cover quicksmart ... coz I'm hell with these sorts of things ...

(v) Current screensaver - first thing I did was txt the bro with a big brotherly thanks and a "shouldn't have" ... bloody hell you you should-ov!!!

Ok .. so thanks to the generosity of my Bro C, I am now the proud owner of an iPhone ... and I'm still on my cheaparse mobile phone plan which enjoys staff discounted rates to this day ... already I have noticed a few annoying quirks but at gratis, these are small complaints indeed. Obviously I can't access any internet related functions so am unable to comment on microsoft apps and how they fare in the iPhone environ ... nor do i have a "ended up on the set of deliverance" story about the iPhone maps ... but I will say this ... why oh why will the damn thing not let me select an existing ipod mp3 file as my preferred ringtone ... and why does my itunes (ver 8) not let me convert an mp3 into an aac file?? And why does the damn thing keep dropping out of itunes ... and as a result has me unplugging and plugging the usb cable in several times in order to complete transferring files across!!

Having said all this ... it does feel a bit big and heavy in the hand ... but oh its so sexy!! And the sound is great and I'm now never going to miss a call (well not deliberately) anyways for not having heard or felt it ringing while my headphones or one ... it does a little fade out of the music before the ringtone kicks in ... nice!!

Happy early birthday to me!

Oh and Dad started opening up about his past ... so have a few stories to tell!! More of that later.