A New Era..
My new blog will be at:
www.cakeoclock.com
A place where you can have your cake and eat it too!!
And remember: I love you and the cake you rode in on!
It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta wear fabulous red boots to do it.
.. like only the sexiest goddamn boots on the WHOLE freakin' planet.... So anyhoo, its 11.21pm Oz time and this little ram is exhausted. More soon I promise: remember BIG BUNNY LOVES YOU & MISSES YOU HEAPS *MWAH* BIG KISS!!
... they certainly do. OMG!! I went to the NIN gig last Monday night and was totally BLOWN AWAY by this band. It was at the Metro & I was up on some stairs right by the stage. At the end of the night the lead guitarist smashed his guitar on the rigging right infront of me [was hit by flying bits of destroyed guitar] - it made me very happy that people still care enough to smash their instruments. Was very rock'n'roll & tres excitement. [pics taken on my 1.2 megapixel Nokia phone].
the pit







I picked this up at Reader's Feast for a tiny $3.95, it's part of Penguin's 70 Year's Birthday celebration series - 70 'novlets' by authors ranging from Chekov to Hunter S. Thompson, all for the wonderfully cheap price. I got Eggers because I've been so inspired by his writing before, he writes so cleanly, clearly and simply. His voice is strong and vibrant and so easy to read. Each story is very short - around 400 words. Here is a link to most of the stories on The Guardian's website in the UK. My favorite one is: Woman, Foghorn which starts off as a story about a woman who lives in a small landlocked town but who yearns for the sound of foghorns so she decides to move - the narrative then morphs into a criticism of the Bush Administration - all in 400 words! Only Eggers can pull something like this off [unfortunately this is the only one I can't find up on the Guardian site, but the rest are up there for your reading enjoyment]. Here is an excerpt from another, Sleep to Dreamier Sleep Be Wed:"There was a group of people, called the Americans, who once had a very vivid nightmare, simultaneously. The nightmare, which lasted many years, was nightmarish in many ways - but one notable facet was that in this nightmare the vice-president of their country was someone so outwardly and cartoonishly evil that his existence seemed ludicrous and wholly unbelievable, even in a nightmare. In the history of nightmare-villains and movie-villains and villains drawn with crayons by troubled children, this man stood above them all, though he was not very tall. Or maybe he was tall, but it was impossible to tell, given he walked very much like a hunchback, his head set deep into his shoulders and favouring one side. This way of walking seemed suspect, but it was nothing compared with the way he spoke. He spoke out of a small and dark corner of his mouth, in a way that was so comically fiendish that it seemed a put-on. If an improvising actor, asked to conjure a bad man or perhaps a minion of Satan, conceived of such a way of talking, his acting coach would say, "No, no. Pull back. Way back. We're doing the vice-president here - not Marty Feldman in Young Frankenstein." But this was indeed the way the vice-president spoke and walked. And his laugh? A mirthless thing, a chilling "Heh heh heh" (again, emitted from a dank corner of his mouth) accompanied by a forced shaking of his round fleshy back." Read the rest here.I also picked up Hunter S. Thompson: Happy Birthday Jack Nicolson. Great reading for only $3.95 and you cannot beat that folks! ;-)
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The new Meri Nest.
Balcony view.

Out the kitchen window - my very own town hall clock!

Local Fitzroy street art....

The eagle has landed.