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23 April 2007 @ 06:18 pm
Alright, this crossed my mind and into consideration the other night while I was staring at nothing in particular.

I don't know about you, though I tend to watch the news each night (only one channel of it is enough, those who live with me like to watch it on all 4 main channels, god only knows why when it's all the same shit. Another thing that perplexes me. Anyway we are veering off topic here..)

The cars of today are specially built for "safety" they crumple a specific way and are advertised to be -completely and utterly- safe. More safer with more air bags etc. Firstly, airbags have KNOWN to cause neck injuries, much like a seat belt. But that's only a small part of where I am going. For I do believe airbags are unsafely safe in todays modern vehicles.

If you take a look at this news articles here..

http://abclocal.go.com/wabc/story?section=local&id=5231544 - This horrific accident, contains newer model cars.

Sure there are more, though am sure you don't need me to find them for you. This musing boils down to one thing: As cars get newer technology improves and they get faster. They become easier to handle, smoother and of course more cruise like, how many times can you say you've been in a newer model car and you had no idea you were exceeding the speed limit? I think near everyone has. Sure, all cars are unsafe at any speed, however the argument there can lead to 'it's not the speed that kills, it's the impact' followed by 'the impact would not be as severe if it weren't for the speed' ecetera it goes around and around and around.

Newer model cars also have a higher rate of causing fatigue due to their soft cruise control design and in some cases, I suppose the comfort. Older model cars are not so luxury filled thus they keep you more alert. However yes, all this can be mildly fixed by certain driving training and alike for LICENCED drivers aswell as new learner drivers, yet the government is too tight ass to enforce such, or atleast, support those people in charge of stuff by funding safety driving classes so the public don't have to pay through the roof to take a crash course.

Veering a little to the side here, also leads me to point a substantial amount of blame to 4wd's and larger cars being city bound. Aside smaller cars, family cars these days are becoming a relation to your standard 4wd. Height, size and distance from the ground. The issue with this? Is their lights. That's right, sitting so high from the ground to a standard car puts those lights directly in your face. Reflection from both side mirrors and review mirrors. Have you ever had a 4wd like vehicle driving behind you and you find it difficult to see a damn thing because of their lights? Hell, it's like those dickheads who can't see the light on the dash indicating that your high beams are on. The conclusion to this? Ban them in the city. Or fuck off with your apparent "compact" family vehicles that aren't really compact at all for they make up the distance in height, tires and accessories and make family cars that bit longer in size and less big.

Do you need me to go on to explain my conspiracy against newer model cars? If you're a dumbass, maybe, though I think you get my understanding.

=)
 
 
thumpersrevenge
06 February 2007 @ 08:32 am
While doing what random things I do, I was reading up on our most known womanizer Mr Hef himself. As I was reading through I came across a small interview with one of the girls who took the road. While they have a special 'oath' to not reveal what goes on in the mansion, she has gone ahead and began to do such, and let me tell you, it's not all glamour and parties. For the women anyway, I guess the following wouldn't be too bad if you were a bloke, and anyway it's not like you get put in the centerfold.

To me it seems that one seeking to become a playboy centerfold of covershot, is more so surrendering yourself to some kind of cult. You have no thoughts of your own, of course high competition, and no control. The women do ANYTHING to become one of Playboy's girls, and by the sounds of things, the key word here is -anything.- So in closing, here it is:


Chaunce Hayden: Lets talk about this book you've written called, "Upstairs."

Jill Ann Spaulding: Okay.

To call this book a "tell-all" is an understatement.
I call it an exposé. (Laughs)

It’s rare that a woman who's been invited into the mysterious and titillating world of Playboy icon Hugh Hefner talks about what goes on behind those very private walls, but you have. Why haven’t others ?

Most of the girls who have been in that position still have checks coming from Playboy.

Even when they’ve "grown up," so to speak, and moved on?

Well, they still get jobs.

What kind of jobs?

Like at the 50th Anniversary of Playboy. They got all the past Playmates together and they all got to visit and hang out at the mansion, and they get paid for that. Also, every year when they announce the new Playmate of the Year, all the past Playmates get to come back. It’s like a family. It's very exciting to get to go to the Playboy mansion.

They don’t want to lose that open invite by talking about what Hef might not want them to talk about.

Exactly. Everybody always wants to ask me what goes on at the Playboy mansion. Everyone wants to know!

Well?

(Laughs) I guess I won’t be going to any more Playboy parties! In fact, in the book it tells how Hef’s secretary personally called me and uninvited me to all their parties.

Because you wrote this book?

Well, one of his girlfriends set me up.

Who?

I don’t want to give her real name. In the book I use a fictitious name. She was one of his main girlfriends and I shared a bathroom with her when I lived at the mansion. She told me that if you’re one of Hef’s main girlfriends, you get to invite four people to the Playboy parties. She also told me that each invite was $2,000 apiece but that she sells them for $1,200 dollars a piece. I wanted my boyfriend to go because I had gone to the parties all year without him. So, I thought for $1,200 it was worth it for him to get to go to the mansion. So anyway, she gives me her number and I leave her a message saying how I really wish my boyfriend could go and that I would be willing to pay two grand. Anyway, she gives the message to Hef.

Why?

Because she's a bitch. She wanted me to get in trouble. So, Hef's personal secretary calls me up and tells me, "that was not proper etiquette," and that I am uninvited to any future Playboy parties from that moment on. My boyfriend felt so bad! I tried to explain, but it was no use. I knew right then and there that that was it for Playboy. I probably wouldn’t have written the book if that didn’t happen. Instead, I would still be going to the parties. I was done with Playboy and I knew it.

Doesn't the fact that you don’t give real names take some of your credibility away?

Well, I did that so they can’t sue me.

But, if it's true?

Plus, I don't want them to be embarrassed because they have families, you know?

You have no problem using Hugh Hefner's name.

Right, and I also use Miss January’s name.

But certain people you protect.

Right. I just didn't want to ruin their lives. Many of them are still living that life, but they still have a chance to get out and maybe make something of their lives.

Okay, so let's back to the story. You got a call from Hugh Hefner’s personal secretary telling you that you are no longer invited to the parties. Why?

Yes, because she is one of Hugh Hefner’s personal slaves.

Personal slave? Define what that is.

A personal slave is someone who has to follow all the rules of Hef or you’re asked to move out. She gets to live in the house, but she has a 9:30pm curfew and she has to participate on Wednesdays and Fridays for sex night. They’re required nights for sex. You have to go upstairs [to Hef’s bedroom] unless you just had a nose job or a major operation. Otherwise, you have to go. Even if it’s that time of the month, or you’re sick and the doctors tell you that you can’t participate. You still have to show up that night.

What happens on sex night?

On sex night you go upstairs and the girls that are brand new, or the girls who don’t have their own room yet, have to take a bath. That’s a requirement. You also have to put on a certain pair of pink pajamas. They’re all lined up and neat. You can tell they’ve been to the cleaners. They tell you to put them on, even though you take them off as soon as you enter Hef’s room.

What is Hef’s room like?

It's pitch dark, and there's this loud techno music playing. There’s also two large big screen TVs.

Is it a very big room?

No, it’s not exactly huge because it is an old house. But it has tons and tons of stuff everywhere to the point where you almost have to make a trail to get around.

How do you feel when you first walk into Hef’s room and see all this?

I’m terrified!

How many other women are in the room with you?

The night I was there, there were 12 girls.

I guess this is the million-dollar question. Does Hef actually have sex with the girls?

I didn’t think he did, because nobody talks about it. There’s not one girl who talks about it! I actually studied this before I went up there!

What do you mean by that?

I actually looked through articles on the Internet and read articles from various magazines about Hef’s lifestyle. GQ and Vanity Fair even did articles on it. I read everything! The one thing I noticed in each article is that none of the girls talked about sex, but then there’s a video out called "Inside The Playboy Mansion." I even bought that! Through the whole video, whenever a girl is asked about having sex with Hef, they say, "We don’t kiss and tell." Nobody says anything!

That brings me back to my earlier question. Why?

Well, most people don’t want to admit that they had sex with a 78 year-old. The night I was there 10 of the 12 girls had sex with him.

By sex you mean intercourse?

Yeah.

How is a man who’s 78 years old able to have sex with that many women?

He doesn’t really do anything. He just lies there with his Viagra erection. It’s just a fake erection, and each girl gets on top of him for two minutes while the girls in the background try to keep him excited. They’ll yell things like, "F-k her daddy, f-k her daddaddy!" There’s a lot of cheerleader going on!

After the two minutes are up what happens?

The main girlfriend wipes off his penis. She’s the girl who actually shares the bed with him. She sleeps there all night. She’s around 22 years old. He uses all the same girls. She’s been there for three years now.

So she was just a teenager when they met.

Yeah.

Don’t you think that’s crazy?

Yeah, but nobody really knows. I don’t think even the main guests know all this.

So let’s talk more about Hef’s sex party.

When it first gets started his main girlfriend gives him [oral sex], then she has sex with him. She’s the first to go because that’s the safest for her.

Does Hef use a condom when he had sex with these women?

No. No protection and no testing. He doesn’t care.

Don’t the girls he’s having sex with care?

They care, but they’re also getting $2000 a week.

They sound more like prostitutes than girlfriends.

Yeah, they do.

But you’re in the room as well. What are you doing?

I’m just thinking to myself, "Oh my God!" But I wanted to be a Playmate and this is the way to do it.

If you didn’t have sex with Hef, what were you doing specifically?

Each girl pairs up with another girl and they pretend to have girl on girl sex while Hef is having his turn with the other girl. It’s not real lesbian sex. We’re just pretending. Nobody else really likes each other. There’s also gay porn on in the background.

I was told that Hef likes to watch male gay porn by former Playboy centerfold Victoria Zdrok. Did you find that odd?

Yes, but I think he needs to see that stuff to help him stay [erect].

So why didn’t you have sex with him?

I did have a turn with him, but I said, "No."

What happens when you say "No" to sex with Hef?

Nothing, because I kept my pants on. That’s a rule. If you leave your pink pajama bottoms on, that means you don’t want to [have intercourse].

Once you refuse to have sex are you kicked out of the mansion?

Definitely, but he doesn’t give up that easy. I was supposed to be living in the mansion for five days. I moved in and intended on not leaving. I didn’t realize they had real sex.

What did you think was going to happen?

I thought I was going to get to play dress up and go out partying and just have a great time looking like I’m [Hef’s] girlfriend. I had no idea it was the real deal.

I don’t need to tell you how naive that sounds.

I know it sounds like I’m an idiot and very na•ve, but I just wasn’t willing to have sex with, him even though I wanted the dream so much, but I also didn’t want to not live either. I looked around and thought to myself, "You got to be kidding! These girls are strippers… ex-porn stars."

And those are the girls that make it into Playboy?

Yes. If you took the time to research a lot of the girls you see in Playboy, you’d probably be surprised. If you ran their social security numbers, you’d be really surprised.

Can a girl get into Playboy without sleeping with Hugh Hefner?

Yes, but you have to go in a different direction.

What direction is that?

Not meet Hugh Hefner. That’s why he usually only has six or seven girls at a time. Then he only has to fill six or seven months out of the year in [Playboy].

Referring to centerfolds?

Yes. Some girls don’t have to be ho’s to get in, like Kerri Harrison. She was in soap operas, so she already had a following. She didn’t have to be a ho.

But if you want to try getting in Playboy by sleeping with Hef, how does it work? What’s the first step? Do you just come up to him in a club and tell him you want to be in Playboy, and if he likes you, he brings you home?

Yep. In the book I list real names of girls who actually slept with Hugh Hefner and made Playmate, and as soon as they made Playmate they moved out.

For instance?

Buffy Tyler. She slept with Hef and got in the magazine.

Is that really such a bad thing if she got what she wanted out of it?

No, unless he’s got some disease. Also, she was a very beautiful girl. She shouldn’t have to compromise at all.

So why mention her name and not others? Aren’t you worried she will sue you?

Because she’s known in the media as a "Hugh Hefner girlfriend." She already admitted to it. Brande Rodrick is another Playmate of the Year who had sex with Hugh Hefner.

Do you think a girl can be selected Playmate of the Year without sleeping with Hugh Hefner?

No.

You have to sleep with Hugh Hefner to be Playboy’s Playmate of the Year?

Yes, that’s my opinion.

But you weren’t willing to have sex. So did they just throw you out of the mansion?

No, but I wasn’t invited to the next party. I wasn’t told to leave the mansion, I just left it on my own because I didn’t like what was going on and I wasn’t going to participate. I wanted to be a Playmate, but the unprotected sex with a 78 year-old great-grandpa just wasn’t my idea- thing.

How did Hef first become aware of you?

I sent him a letter with my picture and he liked it and invited me to his birthday party. I had already done a photo shoot for Playboy.com before I met him.

So you never made it into the magazine, just the Playboy website?

Yes. The website actually makes $16 million dollars a year and they get more visitors on there than they do the magazine, but, of course, every girl wants to be in the magazine.

What happened when you met Hugh Hefner at the party?

Nothing. I just met some celebrities and went home.

At what point do you get the word that Hef wants you to move in?

Well, at the party I tried to sit down at the table Hef was sitting at, but a girl said to me, "No, you can’t sit down. This table is only for girlfriends or current Playmates." So I started to think, "How did these girls get to become girlfriends? What does it entitle them to?" I started to do some research and discovered that every single girl that’s been seen on the bed with Hugh Hefner ended up being a Playmate. Each girl was described as Hef’s personal girlfriend. That’s when I knew the only way I was going to make it in Playboy was to be Hef’s girlfriend, but I thought it just meant hanging out with Hef and promoting the magazine for a certain amount of time and looking gorgeous. I thought my job was to make Hef look like a true playboy, but I’ve had the same boyfriend for 12 years. I haven’t slept with anyone different during that time.

He wasn’t angry or jealous that you were living in the Playboy Mansion?

No. He thought the same thing I thought. I don’t think anyone thought Hugh Hefner could get it up. I think most people think it’s all for show.

This may be an inappropriate question to ask, but for the hell of it, how big is Mr. Hefner, if you know what I mean?

Umm… average. Five inches. Maybe six.

Let’s get back to living in the Mansion. So, Hef asks you to move in?

I invited myself.

And he said okay?

Yes, but none of the other girls knew about it and they didn’t know that I would be invited upstairs.

Where they jealous or threatened by you?

Oh yeah! Oh, my gosh, it was crazy!

Are they worried you might be taking their spot in the magazine?

Exactly! There are only so many months! The night I was in his room there was a girl who slept with him who was 36 years old and she made Miss January!

That’s old for Playboy, isn’t it?

He’s started to go with older girls because the young girls move out after they get in the magazine. He’s just as naive as I am thinking they would stick around after they got in the magazine. So now he’s naive thinking he should start picking uglier girls. At least, that’s the rumor. He just doesn’t want to have to break in new girls.

How does the bedroom finally end?

He has anal sex with his real girlfriend and all the other girls cheer. As soon as he’s finished, everyone just disappears and his main girlfriend and him start to make out. Rumor has it that a doctor comes in and checks on him after the girls leave the room, but I didn’t see that.

After sex night is over, what do the other girls say? Are they embarrassed? Do they enjoy it?

They all think it’s awful. My girlfriend slept with him and now she has a Playboy tattoo she wants to get removed. He looks for the girls who are weak or poor who go after the money and are looking for the stardom. Not the girls who are already stars.

You mention that drugs are passed around in Hef’s limo. What kind of drugs?

There’s a little pill that [Hef] gives the girls in his limo. I know what it is but am not allowed to tell you.

Why?

Because I can’t prove what it is and I could be sued. Just think of the main drug that he used to do in the 70s. I didn’t get a pill though because I wasn’t his official girlfriend. Only the official girls get a pill.

Not to change the subject but when you attended the Playboy parties, did you see any of the wild things going on that we always hear about? Of course, I’m referring to the infamous Playboy Grotto.

I never saw any of it. Nothing ever happened in the Grotto. The only time anything ever exciting happened in the Grotto was when I was at a golf party. It was a private party that Hef was not involved in, and I got 20 girls to take off their clothes in the Grotto. Guys were in the Grotto, but they weren’t allowed to touch the girls. I just spread the word to all the girls, "Hey, everybody, at midnight I want everyone naked in the Grotto."

Why have you decided to talk about your Playboy experience?

To warn the naive girls who are easily seduced. A lot of girls send in their pictures and are getting turned down, but they don’t realize that they really are beautiful.

Are you bitter because you never made it into the magazine?

I feel it was because of my lack of sexual participation. The funniest thing is that I’m such a go-getter. When I left the mansion, I wanted to be in the magazine even more so.

Why?

It’s strange. I don’t know how to explain it, but now I’m into the crusade of saving women and pointing them in the right direction. That’s why all my proceeds from the book go to charity.

Which charity?

Any proceeds from the book go to PREHAB, which provides prevention and rehabilitation services for domestic violence. It’s a crisis center for battered women and children. It helps rebuilds young girls’ lives instead of just putting them up for the night.

What do you think Hef’s response to this book will be?

I’ve already heard he’s not real happy about it.

Finally, what advice would you give to any girl who wants to be in Playboy?

Give it up! Few of the girls ever end up getting anywhere besides that one month they’re in the magazine.

so there ya have it. Taken from http://www.snarkygossip.com
 
 
 
thumpersrevenge
13 December 2006 @ 12:04 am
This is pretty cool. I was reading up about some science thing, about how couples look alike.

Theoretical studies suggest that mating and pair formation is not likely to be random. Computer simulations suggested that sex among genetically complex organisms requires mate choice strategies for its evolutionary maintenance, to reduce excessive genetic variance produced by out-crossing. One strategy achieving this aim efficiently in computer simulations is assortative mating modeled as "self seeking like". Another one is selection of "good genes". Assortative mating increases the probability of finding a genetically similar mate, without fomenting inbreeding, achieving assortative mating without hindering the working of other mate selection strategies which aim to maximize the search for "good genes", optimizing the working of sex in evolutionary terms. Here we present indirect evidence that in a significant proportion of human reproductive couples, the partners show much higher facial resemblances than can be expected by random pair formation, or as the outcome of "matching for attractiveness" or the outcome of competition for the most attractive partner accessible, as had been previously assumed. The data presented is compatible with the hypothesis derived from computer simulations, that human mate selection strategies achieve various aims: "self seeking like" (including matching for attractiveness) and mating with the best available genes.

It gets freaky... They photographed 36 randomly selected couples, from a list of addresses provided by a local doctor in the city of Mérida, Venezuela, which either had children and/or were living for at least 3 years together, and which reported to have no known family relationship between them. A digital black and white photograph of each of the partners was taken in or around their homes (Figure 1). The subjects of these 36 couples were not used for any of the behavioral tests performed.

Image:


Humans place much weight on the visual aspect of faces. Leonardo Da Vinci (1452-1519) wrote in his notebook, when referring to how to select beautiful faces to paint, that the artist should search for faces regarded as beautiful by the public rather than by himself, as his own wit might deceive him as it will lead him to look for faces similar to himself. Thus, if he has an ugly face, he will paint ugly faces, unless he searches for the public taste (Da Vinci 1999).

There are two hypothesis'

The "self seeking like" hypothesis, assumes a multidimensional space for individual preferences so that every "self" is unique. Data on assortative pairing based on facial visual cues, favoring the "self seeking like" hypothesis, include the finding by DeBruine (2002) that facial resemblance enhances trust. That is, inborn psychological mechanisms originally evolved for kin selection and mate selection seem to serve as a basis of other more advanced developments of social behavior. One such behavior in humans could well be the outcome of cognitive processes underlying human mate choice, where self-perception seems to modulate mate preference (Buston and Emlen 2003). Evidence that humans look for a self, or that they root criteria of beauty on the self, are also compatible with this hypothesis (Aron. and Aron 1986, Yela and Sangrador 2002).

More commonly accepted, though, is the competition hypothesis, where the physical and psychological resemblance between mates is thought to be the outcome of a competition for the most attractive partner. Some evidence supports this assumption as similar degrees of attractiveness have also been found between partners in reproductive couples (Berscheid and Walster 1974, Murstaein and Christy 1976). These and other authors do not regard similar attractiveness between partners of a couple as a unequivocal sign of assortative mating (Kalick and Hamilton 1986) but more likely as the outcome of competition, where more attractive individuals will mate with the most attractive partner available to him or her (Miller and Todd 1998 for example). Other variables are known to also affect attractiveness and thus should influence pair formation. These could be adaptive for basic physiological reasons such as those suggested by Penton-Voak et al. (1999) who showed that menstrual cycle alters face preference.

So! Looking for that perfect partner? Seek yourself physcically in another, guaranteed to be a match! Or maybe this is where the whole idea of 'making love to one's self...' grew from?


Taken from: http://human-nature.com/ep/articles/ep02177194.html

Have a nice day!
 
 
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thumpersrevenge
27 November 2006 @ 05:52 pm
Well, we're just getting better and better aren't we...

First off, as history fortells we're known for our weed. Thus dubbed 'The Weed State' for apparently the best weed comes from here

But wait there's more!

According to recent studies we have -another- title! Yes! Another!

South Australia; 'The Crystal Meth State'

This was judged by medical reports, and all that other stuff they do, from police busts and leg work, to counsellors to whatever.

Some might be proud of this, however I assure you it's not because the best 'Crystal Meth' comes from here (alas I've missed something)

We're small, so people.. If you're gonna do ya drugs? Do them properly or not at all?


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thumpersrevenge
20 October 2006 @ 01:10 pm
Okay, sure I'm guilty as charged, haven't updated this in a while. I admit I've been rather busy however as of today that changes seeing as I lost my job. (and the crowd goes booooooooo...)
However I knew it wasn't going to last forever I just grew really attached but you get that, I've decided am going back to school.

The way things are looking I may be moving to Brisbane. The animation and graphic design college I would like to attend is now there instead of Byron Bay. I'm currently waiting on an email from them. *Fingers Crossed!*

Onto other stuff, I've been meaning to post up the following for a while now, I just haven't gotten around to it, however here it is.

-Has A Moment in Your Life Ever Been the Same as That of a Movie?-

I elaborate... Think back on happenings in your life, things that you've done and things that have happened. Once you've done that, think if at any time it was something that happened in a movie. Like 'Oh my god! This happened in a scene in Sleepless in Seattle!

I sat and thought on this and realised yes, yes several things have related to a scene in a movie. First I guess would be:

Dude... Where's my car?
I can ramble so I will try keep it short.
I woke up one morning after a huge binge drinking night at a mates place. We got -really- trashed... Anyway, I staggered up, woke up a little and decided I needed something from my car. I went outside with my keys to discover... My car wasn't there. Unthinking I ran back inside asking everyone where my car was and that I thought I parked it on the street. After a few glances and head scratches and 'You're car isn't out there?' it dawned on us that it had been stolen. With sunnies on we trecked all around looking for it. Wondering if I parked it somewhere else. We didn't find it. We spent several hours trying to think of things, where it could be, and if it's been stolen we should call the police. (Just like in the movie! however the end to my tale is vastle different) In the end, I decided to ring my mum and tell her. So I called, broke the news to her. Instead of anger or a freak out she responded with 'Er, you're cars' here. You dropped it home last night because you didn't want to drink and drive.'
Yes, well, I felt like a real idiot, my mates did to but of course I was the bigger idiot. See what too much booze can do? >.>

This is all I can think of for now, however there may be another coming up. I promised a mate when I hit Scandinavia I would stand on a hill and do a Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music.

Thus concludes my ramble for the night. Enjoy ands take care.
 
 
 
thumpersrevenge
23 September 2006 @ 09:24 pm
Lastly... Photos!



 
 
 
thumpersrevenge
23 September 2006 @ 07:49 pm
Oh.My.Fucking.God.
What more can I say?

Wednesday night I went to see The Dresden Dolls. And let me tell you this was one of the -best- gig's I've ever been to.

Jason Webley started the show at about 8pm. His fopish hair, casual clothes and acordian playing was fantastic, and he was a genuine good laugh. He had everyone singing along as his foot stomped and head jerked in that theatric manner. His interaction was awesome. Little fun tasks with the audience he did all the way through, like asking people who was drinking and whatnot and being an all ages gig this dude next to me was yelling out that most people can't because they're underaged, Jason soon told us all: "We’re all about to get very fucked, very fast" He made everyone hold up their finger and look at it, meanwhile describing things 'It's such a pretty finger, all high and free." Following this he told everyone to spin around in a circle 12 times, he counted as numerous people did. Afterwards everyone was laughing and clapping as he bellowed the question 'Are we all feeling fucked now?' He promted everyone to sing Aadvark, and really interacted with us all as a whole, making everyone feel as part of the show.

Following Jason were The Red Paintings, an artistic band from Brisbane, these guys go all out for their shows and their music matches. They entered the stage dressed as Japanese Kabuki artists and Geisha girls, unfortunately however while here before their gig they had their van broken into, so sad.. They lost near everything and had to borrow what they could. Because of the idiots who broke into the band the audienced missed out on their ever so famous 'painting.' Last I saw the band play, they got people to paint for them through out the show, random strips, images, splotches etc on instruments and canvases.  These guys also went off and were extraordinary to watch.

Then came the Dresden Dolls. They walked out onto the stage and threw bouquets into the crowd before taking their places on each side of the stage.
All through their performance you could feel them feeling the music. The almost erotic deepness that they put into their music as they  play for the audience and towards each other was mezmerizing. I was on another planet, then it just got better. Amanda began to sing their rendition of Jacques Brel’s ‘Amsterdam’ Amanda stepped fourth and tilted her bottle of beer, spilling it on the stage with an intense eyelock  to Brian which sent belting cries of happiness from the crowd. I tell you these guys are -fucking- fantastic. Orgasmic almost! If anyone can make erotic cabaret love through music it's these two. I guarantee you'd not be at all disappointed if you went to their gig. The near two hour show remained intense and awe filling all the way through with what I love best an unplanned piece, which they did near the end of their show. They just... Played.... syncronizing with flow, something that would probably not be heard again and what's more the crowd was sentiment with them. Brian was insane on the drums, and Amandas voice complimented it.. simply.. DEVINE!

After this Jason Webley came back on and performed Bon Jovi’s "Living on a Prayer" The whole place sung along with him as Amanda, Trash and Brian joined in. An extended encore from The Red Paintings lead singer Trash McSweeny and Dresden Dolls Amanda  soon followed as they performed Tears for Fears ‘Mad World’ This took my breath away, all I could do was watch and listen, I was wordless, evoking great emotion from myself and those present, I lost my voice by the end of the night because all I could do was wail and cheer in the utter most emotional happiness.

I could ramble on and on, but nothing can explain what I felt. There are no words for it at all. My descriptive writting in this entry is goddamn aweful! It goes to show, I simply... Cannot begin to explain...

In closing...

Oh.My.Fucking.God
What more can I say?




     
 
 
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thumpersrevenge
14 September 2006 @ 10:12 pm
Well finally the Royal Show is over, though once again I have my comments. Before I remark this year round I'd like to clearly point out that under no circumstances is this intended as racial slur or to offend.

I supervise childrens rides so of course we are generally pretty busy the whole nine days. During my shifts this year my thoughts drifted to safety. Now Australia -is- an english speaking country, however we are multi-cultural and accept everyone, but in my opinion if you are going to live here, atleast learn english language to the point where you can understand what we are saying even more so the first thing you should worry about is your CHILD knwing english. I came across several families with smaller children who didn't understand a word of english, so when you tell them, comfort them, and let them know they're safe, we'll keep them safe they don't understand.
When the ride is operating, you keep arms inside the carriage, it's common sense, but if a child doesn't abide by it or didn't hear you, how are you supposed to tell them to keep their arms in or you will stop the ride and remove them? How is it safe, to put your child in the safety of someone if they don't understand what you are talking about?
By not learning the native tongue of a country you are putting your children at serious risk and that is traumatic to think about, let alone imagine, but obviously people don't think about that. This happened to me on several occasions, and at times I had the parent -repeat- to the child what I said in their language. The worst case cenario, a child kept trying to stand up, and we ended up stopping the ride and trying to tell him, we got a blank stare. We turned to the parents and they cocked their head in uncomprehension. However at times using gestures, or showing them this can work, but you can't worry over one child when you have 20 others too.
Sure your children will go to school, and learn english as they progress that is completely understandable but some people don't support that, or aid that, so the child pretty much doesn't have english at home, their parents are learning it like they are. I can see the side of this, in the sense of new arrivals, and of course you want your children to join in the festivities also, but to me common sense would be atleast grasping the bacic comprehension of english, for they will find themselves more accepted, respected and will no doubt have a pleasing life living over here. Travelers? I guess they sorta are not enclusive for they'd be passing through, but if you plan to stay, atleast learn the language before settling in, as it is dangerous for you and even more so your children.

Anyway, onto other stuff.... Just had to somewhat vent that one.


Oh my god! I dont' understand this whole gold rims, white cars thing. A guy brought in a really nice set of rims today, we're thinking he wants them re done silver or something... no... He wants them done gold. My work collegue and I had to refrain from jaw dropping. What a way to ruin a good set of rims. And what's worse is his car is a -white- WRX. Please excuse me while I cry a river. I hope the car scene gets over it faster than I hope, for it looks stupid and I feel almost embarrased for them.

Well, thus concludes my ventilation for this evening. So I now exit, stage left!
 
 
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thumpersrevenge
25 August 2006 @ 06:18 pm
Okay, well I know it's been a while, but I've been rather busy working, two jobs + study = no time for anything. It'll all be worth it in the end though. BRING ON JULY.

Anyway, I was driving to work this morning, and my thoughts drifted to the word 'trust.' When I got to work, a work colleague, one of my best mates was filling me in on a group dinner he attended last night with some mutual friends. It was some 'couples' tripple dinner date thing. Anyway Corey and Roo, (a mutural coupled friend) had an argument, for Corey didn't trust her in the pokies room. And in return she abused him for drinking. Roo is very double standards and Corey is a jelous person. They're not a match made in heaven, I just hope Corey will see that before he gets too hurt. Anyway, onto 'trust' 

People are hurt in relationships, they lose trust in the oposite sex, or their partner and for some time afterward they hold onto nothing and the relationship slowly diminishes. If ones trust has been hurt extensively this will move on to ones next relationship, and trust ends up being the hardest thing to do. Like Corey and Roo, he loves her, and he believes that's all they need. To me that's not true, love is not the most importaint thing in a relationship, you need understanding, trust and friendship. If one's trust is hurt several times over then they begin to think they can't trust anyone, or anything. This isn't just in intimate relationships, this can be friends, work colleagues, and worse of all family. "I don't trust anyone" is the phase often heard from their mouth. However I came to the conclusion this statement is wrong and shouldn't exist. I explain..

Driving to work each morning, you're trusting other drivers on the road with you. You're trusting them when they are near you, you're trusting in them and their driving. When you go to a shop, you're trusting the people in the shop with you, you are trusting the checkout operators. you're in an accident, your car goes to the crash repairer, you're trusting them to fi your car, you're trusting your insurance agency to do their job correctly. When walking down the street you are trusting that person walking past you. You buy a product, a matarialistic thing, a mobile an item of clothing.. You are trusting the manufacturer. Each and every moment of our lives we are trusting someone. We are trusting their words, actions and lives. As they are trusting you.

The world as it is today is slowly killing itself, as years go by it is getting faster. People say there is no trust, you have to be careful, noone trusts anyone anymore, everyone judges... This maybe so, however don't go telling me there is no trust, for trust is what keeps this world moving, trust is what gives us life and happiness. Without trust we would be nothing, we would be no-where, we might not even exist or have lived as long as we have.

This may be different to my earlier remark on 'trust in relationships.' However to me it relates... It may be hard to trust another with your heart, but just remember that every moment of your day you are trusting -someone- with your life. You're heart mends, grows stronger and you learn each and everytime it is shattered. Your life? You only have one. If you lose that you'll be no more.

Well that ends my random musing for the evening, if I think of more, (Which I probably will for I'll probably submit this and think 'Oh! I want to write that!) you'll see it soon enough.

You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.
 
 
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thumpersrevenge
13 June 2006 @ 02:16 am
Well how do you like them apples! We bloody beat Japan! 3-1 two goals in under 15 minutes.
It's moments like these I wish I didn't have family in the house. Why you ask? Purely because I couldn't yell and cheer and run around naked drinking beer from a tube. So... I resulted to tears of joy and yelling at all my friends online.  What a life huh? I wish I was in Germany right about now, actually I wish I were there for the entire game. I'm so proud of my 20,000 give or take Aussies over there being louder than the rest. I'll make up for it tomorrow. Day off after a public holiday, how's that for irony? It's a sign if you ask me.

Well onto other news, I came across this earlier, and well... Austria has always bemused me, though had me wanting to visit. The bemusement? Their museums. Quite fascinating yet abnormally scarey. Though who complains about abnormality? They can't anyway, for there is no such thing as normal.
Call me bizzare however this I believe is worth sharing:

The worlds oldest surviving condom in the world has gone on display in an Austrian museum.

Unsurprisingly it was found in Sweden.
My Swedish loves... Theo and Kalle at times I wonder if you both lead a double life being Swedish, though such wouldn't surprise me either, for like most Swedes you're hawt.
Still I look forward to visiting Sweden, their history and style makes my mouth water. I believe I'm onto my 4th bucket. 15 more months to go and posibly many more buckets. Might go blue next.

In closing I'm pondering the reasons I write at 2am in the morning. Even my journal. Though that question is simply answered; when tired your more relaxed.

 
 
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