Thursday, April 23, 2009


Interesting BV...Very interesting...Check it

Two cans is all it takes these days. Just two cans...

The other night I was out at a happy place when I recalled the scene from Neverending Story when Atreyu's horse Artex or something like that got stuck in the mud. Nothing would move him.

When I got home my horse was still cool but I couldnt take my eyes off him. Haven't since. That scene really effected me as a kid and it seems the silent death of a horse, or any animal for that matter, but especially a horse still rocks me....

So I checked this, to shake me out of the silent shock that was growing inside me... Surrender.

Boom shaka laka


Inxs. Shabooh Shoobah.

You'll find it in bargain bins marked 'under $10' at most record stores. Crazy! Tell the cashier that you'll give them $20 for it!

Key tracks: Soul Mistake & Golden Playpen. You know the hits. Check out their B-sides (Long in Tooth & Space Shuttle)


Monday, April 6, 2009

The wrong type of Jazz

I sat at a bar last night known for it's surround hi fi system playing the right type of jazz. Im not sure what the wrong type is but you know it when you hear it and when you hear it everything becomes increasingly annoying. Your loved, pet, nature....It all becomes intolerable. Anyhow, as I sat with my glass of water the music came to its natural end and then low and behold this came on.... I wanted to say something to someone but no one would listen and I didnt know what it was I wanted to say anyhow. amkjdsujsyuuydhfn bmw,efaglj

I havent got off youtube since......and I love this world.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009


So now you have officially met both components of smiley mcslidey. Bombed Village it seems is a changed man. Twice! For those who haven't seen him, his hair is all ratty, he's not eaten for days it would appear and he only wakes at night, giving him a somewhat pale complexion. Other than that he's the same old Bombed Village he's always been...He loves it like this.

As for my self...I am out of patience. I cant wait any longer. I've been standing at the same bus shelter for....I wont say. But the bus has not come and I now firmly believe it wont come. Years of waiting will do that to a person. So instead Im walking to Hadenvale. Im fucked if I can remember why Im headed there but it's the one piece of information Ive been able to retain and Im blowed if Im going to fuck that up.

The Count of Monte Cristo occupies me and I am learning from its pages on how to mess with those that have messed with you. That is to say....take time with your schemes. Years even... I for ins...

Wait! My god the bus! Sweet Jesus the 361 to Hadenvale!! Speak later.