Please don’t stop the music
It’s been all quiet on the western front on this blog for a while. After some previous blogs detailing a rough trot I had with a friend, I thought it best to give the blog a rest for a while.
That, and I’m a lazy cunt.
Anywho, today the Fame Monster repackage is released by Lady Gaga in Australia. I absolutely adore her. She is offers everything I ever wanted in pop music. She’s dancey, arty, fashiony and crazy.
I haven’t been so excited about a new artist. Ever.
I think she makes the perfect trilogy to Kylie and Madonna. I used to believe that Britney would have that crown, but frankly, Britney doesn’t have half the talent of these ladies. Her strings are forever being pulled. She is a puppet. And, she has no art. Sure her songs are good, but so what? It takes more than that to win this little gay boi over.
Just do a comparison: Britney 3, Madonna celebration, Lady Gaga Bad Romance and Kylie In My Arms.
Yes, it’s not the best Madonna song to compare to, but it still shits all over Britney. There is still art and a theme.
Britney just seems to be going through the motions. It’s like she isn’t trying any more.
Oh well.
Kylie has a new album in the works, Madonna will be slowing down for a bit after her tour, and then will relaunch under her new label.
I’m excited about Madonna’s next offering. I’m expecting something big and different. Hard Candy, her prev album, was definitely her going through the motions, but it was to be expected for a final album, and her going through divorce.
The Pop music scene was definitely getting stale there for a bit (hello Jonas Brothers and Miley) but with Gaga coming along, soon it will be fab again.
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All Nite
So apparently the Queensland Police Union thinks that by shutting all the club doors in the Valley at 2am, the problem of alcohol fueled violence will stop. Their reasoning: most of the violence happens after 2, so by stopping the clubs from operating, the violence will disappear.
Ok, so no politician is going to read this, but here goes.
1. Violence in the Valley mostly happens in the streets, in lines for things like taxis and when trying to get into a club after lock out.
2. Clubs are safe. When I am out after 1/2am I stay in a club, because it beats being on the street. Closing the clubs forces me onto the street.
3. The lockout is dodgy as it is, because you end up with a stack of people stuck on the street at 3am that can’t get into clubs, but at least door security is still there. Shut everything at 2 and you have way more people stuck on the street. More people stuck in the Mall is not a good thing.
If they do this, and I am so moving if they do, they need to stagger the times. Cut off drinks at 2, but leave the clubs open, but don’t let others in. Or let a day club open. Frankly, i like dancing til dawn. Dancing til 2am just doesn’t have the same vibe.
The biggest flaw is this: the leader of the QPSU said people will just learn to go out earlier (instead of the 10pm average). So, if the same amount of people go out, just earlier, and consume the same amount of drinks, than wouldn’t everyone just be as trashed at Midnight as they would be at 3am?
Meanwhile, others are saying: “if you can’t get drunk between 7pm and midnight you’re not trying hard enough” Well, binge drinking comments aside, I know that if I drank between 7 and Midnight I would be tipsy but I, and most of the people I know, pace ourselves. You can’t dance if you’re falling over.
I lived in the Valley for 4 years. I have been out until 5am every Friday night for the past 6 weeks. I have seen some bad stuff. But it isn’t huge and shutting the clubs isn’t going to fix it. Better crowd control, more outdoor space (safe and patrolled) for people to go. The Valley’s problem is that it is only 2 blocks, bordered by 2 major roads, and that most of the mall space is taken up with tables and chairs from clubs and restaurants.
We need safe spaces in the Valley for people to chill. If people chill, they won’t kill (hehe a rhyme – it can be my motto)
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Too Much
Why is it that a good thing, when done too much, becomes awful? (warning: really bad analogy ahead)
An example of a tractor
I had a revelation at 2.40am, this Friday, at a cocktail bar, whilst trying to salvage what had become a bit of a train wreck of a night.
My revelation: I’ve had enough of this shit.
Now, on the surface, that might seem like a comment on me thinking that being out until 3 in the morning is a touch immature and that I’m over it. Well, it’s not. I like going out, I’ve developed a bit of a rhythm and the days after aren’t too hard to deal with. In fact, the days after are getting quite easy (powerade, vegemite, vitamin, sleep, repeat once woken)
I’ve had enough of feeling like I am responsible for other people’s happiness.
It was supposed to be a fun and frivolous girls night out with my new best girlfriend and my best friend from forever. Instead I felt like I was in a one sided tug of war. It was like I was tied to a tree on one side and a tractor on the other.
The tree was just chillin, trying to be friends and have a good night. Trees do that. They roll with the punches and have a pretty fab time anyway, just blowing in the breeze and seeing where it will lead. Being tied to a tree is fun. You never know what to expect and it’s nice and relaxing to be around.
Except when you’re also tied to a tractor.
The tree didn’t move. It didn’t want to be a part of any game. The tractor wouldn’t have a bar of it and pulled and pulled and pulled.
The tractor needed to prove that it was better than the tree, and even though the tree wasn’t playing the game, didn’t care and accepted second place, the tractor kept on pulling.
I couldn’t stay stuck in the middle of a one sided battle. I had no choice.
I severed the ties at 2.40 and left both the tree and the tractor to be by themselves, whilst I wandered around, locked out of the clubs, by myself.
It’d be a nice thing to say that I regretted it. But I didn’t, and don’t.
All I regret is thinking that a tractor can play nice, when all the tractor wants to do is prove their worth to everyone around them, not giving a crap about who they run over in the process. The tractor just spent the night telling the tree that it will never be as good as the tractor, telling all the other people how great it was to be a tractor and not thinking about any other thing but itself.
Both the tree and I saved the tractor from being beaten up, paid for the taxis around town and shouted a group of people replacement drinks after the tractor decided that walking around a table was optional, and that crawling over it would be better.
And, after I ran away, even though the tree had been treated badly, the tree stopped the tractor from going home with some dodgy guys who would have done bad things, which could have potentially ruined the tractor’s relationship.
The tractor, in hindsight, is blaming it on some dodgy petrol. Which could be an excuse, if it hadn’t happened time and time before, in different ways.
I’ve always kept a special eye out for the tractor. We’ve had some great times together. But only when together. Throw someone else ‘threatening’ into the mix, and it gets a bit nasty.
Looking out for friends is a given. It is what you should do. But when it happens a lot, when you realise that that person who you save, give stuff to, treat extra nice and desperately care about their happiness, would not do the same for you, it’s time to say enough.
It was all just too much and now I need a break.
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Denial
We all like to try and make the best out of a bad situation. Whether it be our entire lives making us unhappy, or just one or two aspects of it, there is always a certain amount of bullshit that we will tell ourselves every day to try and make it through.
Instead of admitting that we are the problem, we will take a situation and make it someone else’s fault. We will look for a better job once the economy is better. We will settle down once we find the right guy. The relationship should end because he just wasn’t right for us. We haven’t been wasting our lives since High School/Uni.
Denial is sometimes a good thing in that it can keep us from turning into crazy basket cases and keep us going until the next big chapter in our lives.
But what happens when we get in too deep? When does a little bit of healthy denial become something more sinister? What happens when we finally wake up and smell the roses?
It’s all well and good to lie to yourself but denial can easily start to take over.
It’s like those girls you see in a shopping centre, with their muffin tops hanging out. They don’t see the reality, just what they want to see. They think that they are real hot shit, when everyone else just thinks they’re a fat mole.
Another good example of denial gone bad is present every year on Australian Idol. Those people that can’t sing, but truly, deep down believe they can. It is that deep seeded, ingrained denial that is dangerous.
I guess the best thing to do is maintain a balance. Like everything in life, too much or too little is bad.
What we should do regularly have a denial free day. Just admit it. Those jeans don’t make ur ass look big, they make it look huge. You aren’t as smart as you think you are. You will never be famous for anything of value. You have no discernable creative talent etc etc.
If we do that enough, maybe we can stop wasting so much time on crap, and get to the things we are good at
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Mood Swings
I can be a bit of a moody man when the time calls for it but lately, at least the last year, things had been going pretty good. I was even, gasp, happy. I would groove out to music on the train, come home with a spring in my step and be relatively pleasant to all I encountered that day.
Being two faced is just the beginning
My, how things change.
This isn’t the first time I have forayed into a deep, dark hole of anti-happiness. A couple of years ago I went through a stage where I was essentially sad and depressed for close to a year. It wasn’t fun. A lot of shit went down and it took me forever to recover from it.
This time around though, it isn’t sadness that I am feeling. Oh no, it is anger. I have such a short fuse at the moment. I even just yelled at the TV because A Current Affair had the audacity to do a segment on the perils of heels and then show a hole bunch of chiropractically sound flats and call them sexy.
Sexy my ass! They looked like a dutch clog that had been dressed in red vinyl. It was hideous. So I yelled at the TV. Then I found out that City Councils want to ban dogs from the outside area of all cafes. So I yelled at the TV more. Whilst yelling I visualised some council hacks trying to fine me for taking my dog with me to have a coffee and I yelled at them too. I then visualised me and my dog teaming up and taking the council hacks down. It was a good vision.
And then I got to thinking: Why do we let ourselves get into these situations?
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Tags: I've got a theory, me, rant, spirituality
Be Our Guest
If I’m a bit quiet this week it is because I am guest blogging over at Girl Shakes World this week, on both Tuesday and Friday.
Come have a look. I seem to write better for her when I’m given a topic, so if I get a good response I’ll start to make my blog more topic based and less ranty.
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Don’t Tell Me
It’s no secret that I hate my job at the moment.
I’m not loving the office environment, my work is stale, I have lost all faith in the system and if I have to write one more goddamn speech I think I’ll scream.
But I still turn up everyday and try and do a good job. It’s called commitment. Likewise, obligation. I signed on to do a job and I’m going to do it. I’ll grit my teeth, swear a bit too much and maybe take a long lunch, but the work will get done.
There are so many other things I wanted to do with my life. There were so many other careers I saw for myself. But I decided a long time ago that it was better to be in a job you hate, then no job at all.
My opinion of those people on permanent government handouts aside, could you imagine them today if this country didn’t have a comprehensive welfare system?
A lot of young people take their time to look for work, piss and moan about how it doesn’t suit them, and just drag the process out while getting some sort of government handout. If those handouts weren’t there, I have no doubt that they wouldn’t think twice about a fast food role, or the like.
Part of me is jealous though. I would love to be able to take 6 months off and just think about myself. Unfortunately, I couldn’t survive on a government handout. Plus I think I’m starting to push the barrier assets wise, and probably wouldn’t get a full handout anyway.
Hmmm… Because I am working in a job I don’t like, I have managed to build an asset base that essentially makes me too rich for full Government handouts… Suddenly not feeling so bad about having a shitty job…
And no, this isn’t meant to be a big egotistical rant, or a comment on anyone in particular. I just think people don’t see the big picture when it comes to their lives.
Sure I hate my job and I am there 8-9hrs per day. But I get to come home to a house I own, and shiny stuff I bought, I get to go to the theater and shows, i can take a holiday and pay for a nice hotel room, I can go clubbing, drink too much and buy things to make the night sparkle.
If I didn’t have my job, what would my life be like? I would have 8-9hrs a day up my sleeve, but I wouldn’t be able to afford any of that other stuff. I would constantly be worried about being poor, I’d be trapped in a world where I couldn’t access much.
I think I made the right sacrifice. How about you? Do you see your job as a way of giving you a happy life? Or do you see it as the reason why you hate your life?
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Its not me, its you
Sorry for the delay. I’ve been having a he’ll of a time at work. It took me a while to get over the funeral and I got really messy on the weekend.
On a side note I’m blogging on my iPhone. Will write something witty and enlightening soon.
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Fragile
A very dear friend of mine lost her child last week. Thanks to me being a bit of a hermit with my old uni friends, and the fact that I haven’t checked Facebook in a while, I didn’t find out until today.
This woman was like a mother to me when I first moved out of home. She was the first person I ever met at the Uni Queer collective and was incredibly influential through all those years.
Then I went on my breakdown a few years back and severed all ties to my uni friends. It wasn’t because they were bad, it was because I was. There is definitely more to that, but I will leave it for another day.
She lost her baby last week at 20 weeks.
I got a message from my old housemate (who I still consider one of my best friends even though I have only seen him a handful of times this year) asking if I could come to the funeral, but assuming I couldn’t.
Fuck that.
Wednesday is going to be tough. As per my previous rants, you can already tell I have some issues when it comes to kids and not being able to have them, and now, someone who I deeply admire, has lost hers. I’m going to be a mess but I’m not going to be the guy to pike out when things get rough for my friends. Stupidly, I did that when I needed them the most. I severed all ties. I completely wiped them. But now, this amazing woman who I am so goddamn proud to consider my friend, needs all the help, love and support that she can get.
And by God I’m not going to let her down. I owe her too much.
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It’s my life
but apparently that makes me a Satan worshipper.
Be warned. Everyone from Elvis, to Britney, to Dido, to the Beach Boys are praising the merits of the ultimate sin.
Free Will
I can’t believe that people believe this shit.
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