Random Musings from the Edge

I want a jet pack!

2006-12-30T19:18:00.000+11:00

How fucking cool is this:

I want to get me one of these!

The First Gentleman

2006-12-26T02:09:00.000+11:00

We've all heard of various female spouses of politicians being called "The First Lady"

May I present to you: The First Gentleman

He even took his wife's name.

Perhaps "The First Eunuch" might be more appropriate?

Jamie.

The world's only remaining Superpower...

2006-12-26T01:02:00.000+11:00

Poe for the internet age

2006-12-24T16:34:00.000+11:00

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.
"'Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my cheap hardcore!" -

Quoth the server, "404".

How to win her back...

2006-12-19T00:31:00.000+11:00

The wonderful true love story of Matt and Connie

Dear Connie,

I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during
our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you
left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the
wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the
first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who
would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that.

But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of
pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore.
I don't care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.
Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And
this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I
look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but
they're not you. They're not even close.

Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me.
I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.
She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only
youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean,
just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an ass that
just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought,
look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial.
What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well,
in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her
a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately
attractive Connie?

I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.
I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, I found myself
thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just
her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but
something else. Some nagging feeling of loss.

Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't feel the
same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I mean?
Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going
crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mum we met at the Holiday Inn
lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of
lasagne. She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman
around. I didn't know what she meant till later, but that's not the
real story.

Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know,
we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total
monster in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a
real woman does when she's not hung up about her weight or her
career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she
spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity. So she
puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch
ourselves.

And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help
thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We've
had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a
sex toy."

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the
restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got
a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to
me during this painful time. She's given me lots of good advice
about you and about women in general. She's pulling for us to get back
together, Connie, she really is.

So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about
happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you
and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18.
And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that
gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about
trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between
us. But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your
baby sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you?

It's true, Connie. In your heart you must know it.
Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh?
I think we can.

If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fucking remote is.

Love, Matt

Like father, like son...

2006-12-16T21:42:00.000+11:00

Here we go again

2006-12-12T23:31:00.000+11:00

No sex honey, I'm working

MILLIONS of ambitious executives are risking divorce as long hours take a toll on their sex lives, a study has found.

It estimates 45 per cent of high earners working for large global companies have "extreme jobs" that involve working at least 60 hours a week, although many work 100 hours or more.

I can guarantee you that the vast majority of these workers are men - I wouldnt be surprised if the proportion was over 95%. I can also guarantee you that most of these men are supporting a wife and kids, meaning the long hours are more a necessity to support the family than something done for fun.

The Succubus doesn't work but has a society reputation to uphold, which means the BMW 4 wheel drive, the holiday house, and the kids in the swankiest private schools. These things don't grow on fuckin trees - they actually require the exchange of physical or mental labour for remuneration.

Because of this dedication and financial commitment to their wives and children these men risk divorce, in which they will lose the family home (but not the mortgage payments), well over half of any assets they accumulated (even if owned prior to the marriage), and be forced to pay maintenance.

And people wonder why The Marriage Strike is so popular these days.

Joe Rogan

2006-12-10T17:32:00.000+11:00

Check this clip of comedian Joe Rogan just going to town on this idiot of a woman who starts sledging him during his routine.

The bit right after where she tells him he doesnt have a girlfriend would have to be one of the best comebacks I've ever heard.

More evidence of the matriarchy at work

2006-11-27T21:17:00.001+11:00

This just boggles the mind...

How British Airways bans men sitting next to unaccompanied minors

British Airways has been accused of treating all men passengers as potential sex offenders after it was revealed it has banned children from sitting next to male strangers - even if their parents are on the same flight.

The bizarre regulation came to light when a nine-year-old girl was moved from her seat next to a 76-year-old passenger and his wife on a flight from Malaga to London.

More evidence of the world gone crazy... a Septuagenarian pensioner, SITTING NEXT TO HIS OWN WIFE, is forced to move from his seat because British Airways won't allow children under 16 to sit next to an adult male. What sort of a fucking world are we living in when every male is branded a potential paedophile?

"To my amazement, the stewardess said BA had a rule that no unaccompanied child under 16 may be seated next to an adult male stranger - even if there's a woman on the other side.

"The discussion went on for several minutes but she refused to back down and said we could not take off until the problem was sorted out. I heard her muttering to a colleague that everyone would have to disembark.

Thats right - if the poor old gent didn't vacate his seat, they would empty the entire plane.

Even child protection experts have spoken out about the rule:

Leading child protection campaigner Michele Elliot, director of the children's charity Kidscape, said she was astonished by the BA rule.

"It is utterly absurd. It brands all men as potential sex offenders," she said.

"What message does it send out to children - that men are not to be trusted? Women also abuse children. This is just totally lacking in common sense."

I wonder, then, if British Airways has seen evidence that, in 2004, 58% of perpetrators of child abuse and neglect were female?

And this isn't just from some non-peer reviewed magazine article like most feminazis quote - this is from the U.S Department of Health and Human Services.

But i guess we don't have to worry about it in this part of the world, right???

WRONG!!! Both Qantas and Air New Zealand have an identical rule in place:

Airline policy on men goes to human rights tribunal

An airline policy that prevents men from being seated next to unaccompanied children could pave the way for similar discriminatory policies to run rampant, says National's Wayne Mapp.

Dr Mapp yesterday laid a claim with the Human Rights Review Tribunal, saying that Qantas and Air New Zealand's seating policy breached the Human Rights Act. He said the policy discriminated against men and implied they were dangerous.

The seating policy drew criticism from the Green Party and the Human Rights Commission last year after several men were outraged at having to change seats because they were sitting next to unaccompanied children

Just how ridiculous do you think the situation could get?

Well, take the example of UK Member of Parliament (and married father of four) Boris Johnson. Mr Johnson was observed sitting next to a young female on a British Airways flight, and told that he would have to move.

Mr Johnson calmly replied (I don't know how he managed it) that he was actually sitting next to his OWN FUCKING DAUGHTER!

(You can read his quite humorous article about the event here: Come off it folks: How many paedophiles can there be?)

I'm a 31 year old male who travels alone by plane every month for work. If I was told I wasn't allowed to remain in my seat, simply because the absence of a vagina branded me a potential sex offender, I can't even begin to imagine the volcanic eruption that would follow.

Its all about Me! (pt 2)

2006-11-25T11:46:00.000+11:00

Welfare groups slam voucher plan

WELFARE groups have slammed a plan to give irresponsible parents food and clothing vouchers instead of money in their bank accounts.

Federal cabinet has given preliminary support to the scheme that will quarantine up to 40 per cent of welfare payments to drug-addicted parents and those whose children regularly skip school for use only on food, rent, clothing and bills.

I think this is a GREAT idea. Why NOT ensure that deadbeat parents are forced to at least spend SOME of their welfare cheques on their children – after all, isn't that what the money is for?

Labor and welfare groups said the proposal did not offer solutions.

"This approach is going to leave families in crisis. You're managing symptoms rather than enabling people to address their addictions and crises and move beyond them," ACOSS president Lin Hatfield Dodds said.

How the fuck is it “leaving families in crisis” by ensuring their welfare cheques are used to buy food and clothing, rather than being spent on alcohol and drugs?

Of course Labor don’t like the voucher plan – it doesn’t involve penalizing hard workers and business owners while throwing even more money at current welfare recipients. And the fact that ACOSS, the ultra left wing socialist group who'd like income tax for working slobs set at 60%, dislike it surprises me even less.

Opposition Leader Kim Beazley said the Government needed to put more effort into training welfare recipients, not punishing them.

Yet again, blithering idiot Beazley runs to the left, trying to drum up popular support by offering.. well.. not a single idea of his own. In typical Beazley fashion, he knows he doesn’t want the Coalition’s plan – but he doesn’t have one of his own. Again, no surprises there.

People in Australia are constantly coddled into this entitlement mentality that tells them that they don’t have to take responsibility for their actions. I don’t feel like getting a job, but the taxpayers will look after me. I want to have a baby but I can’t afford to provide for it – no worries, I can get welfare until the child turns 16.

I DO think there should be a provision in the tax system for providing for people who genuinely can’t look after themselves, those receiving disability support pensions for example. There should also be some provision for helping people out of work get back on their feet – this is what unemployment benefits are really for in the first place.

But for fucks sake, there has to be some sort of limit. How can an able bodied man or woman NOT be able to find a job for 5 years? Any sort of job, to contribute to the community that has provided for THEM for the past half decade? Every week you hear of employers lamenting the lack of staff prepared to do a day’s work, because the welfare system makes it too attractive NOT to work. I've heard plenty of people say “Theres no point working – after tax I only get a little bit more than the dole”

I think anything which even attempts to reverse this mentality has got to be a step in the right direction.

Michael Richards goes ballistic

2006-11-23T21:40:00.000+11:00

Footage of Michael Richards (Kramer from Seinfeld) going postal on a couple of hecklers.

A picture says a thousand .... well .... just one word.

2006-11-20T18:03:00.000+11:00

Its all about me!!!

2006-11-19T22:07:00.000+11:00

I headed off to the local Coles this afternoon to do a bit of shopping. The supermarket is in a small shopping centre, maybe another 15 or 20 shops in there. Theres a notice board on the entrance for people to place notices – mostly cars or furniture for sale, rooms for rent, that sort of thing. Its not a big noticeboard, so most days its pretty full up with sheets of paper advertising stuff.

So, as I've been known to do, Im standing there reading the board, trying to decide between having my tarot cards read or buying a 1995 Hyundai Excel (with aircon), when this chick jumps out of a car her mother has parked in a disabled spot, waiting for her. The chick marches up, sheet of paper in hand, and searches the board for somewhere to put her ad. Finding none, she grabs an ad off the board (for a unit for rent), scrunches it into a ball, takes the thumbtacks that were holding it up, and puts her ad in its place.

I turn to her and say “Are you right?”

She huffs “Mind your own business” in reply and traipses back to the car.

I almost missed it - someone less attuned to the phenomenon may have. But when she looked at me, I saw it, if only for a second .… that unmistakable gleam in the eye .… I knew I’d seen it before.

That’s right – she was an ENTITLEMENT PRINCESS.

"A female who believes that she should receive special treatment from all who come into contact with her. She is a condescending, self-centered, nasty little bitch."

As she jumped back into Mummy’s new BMZ Z5 (actually, from the glimpse I had of Mummy and the preening she was doing in the mirror, she looked like she hadn't done a days work in her life, so Im assuming its Daddy's car - but I digress), I took a peek at her ad – she was also advertising a unit for rent. She looked about 19, so she probably tried the year out of home after school, maybe with a friend of similar background and outlook on the world. After 9 months or so, it got tiring paying for things, doing the housework, and not having access to Daddy’s credit card, so she decides to skip out on the lease and leave someone else to move in while she moves back home.

So, by taking down someone elses ad, she’s not only fucked over someone that had the nerve to put their notice up first, she seems to have deliberately chosen someone advertising the same thing she was – after all, it IS all about ME! ME! ME!

Mind you, Im a pretty quick thinker, so this entire exchange has taken less than 60 seconds, and I wander off to buy something for dinner. And, being somewhat prone to my own particular method of righting all thats wrong with the world, I decide to make some helpful changes to her ad on the way back. Into the shopping basket with the steak and veggies goes a brand, spanking new black texta, extra wide.

Her ad now takes pride of place in the middle of the noticeboard, with one small edit. Where it used to say:

Available immediately – call Kate on XXXX-XXXX, it now says

Available immediately – I've been hospitalised due to multiple sexually transmitted diseases – call Kate on XXXX-XXXX.

Hope she gets some interesting replies.

Why Marriage Has Become a Raw Deal for Men

2006-11-13T02:09:00.000+11:00

I'm not normally one to link an entire post of someone else's, but I'm unable to parse the following statement in any meaningful way.. so I link to this wonderful missive in its entirety and let YOU adjudicate as to its merits... its quite long, but persevere...

This writing seeks to educate men about the realities of what he may be getting himself into when he marries. An informed decision is less likely to be one that is later regretted. The intent is not to dissuade men from marrying, but to encourage them in communicating frankly their concerns and expectations of marriage with their potential spouses. The aim of this writing is to also enlighten women with some of the reasons why increasing numbers of successful eligible unmarried men, who otherwise prefer monogamous long-term relationships, are turning their backs on marriage.

Why Marriage Has Become a Raw Deal for Men

Ted Haggard - Shitbag

2006-11-11T18:57:00.000+11:00

Theres been a huge shitstorm in the

for the past couple of weeks regarding religious nutcase Ted Haggard, and relevations that this gaybashing, evangelical hypocrite had a 3 year affair with a gay hooker.

Ted Haggard - Fundamentalist Arsehat

First Haggard claimed he had never met the hooker, then changed his story and said that, while he HAD met the man, he had never engaged in sexual activity with him - he just bought drugs and got a massage. Riiiiiight.......

Check out the following Daily Show clip, with insight in typical Jon Stewart fashion.

Cartoon

2006-11-01T21:58:00.000+11:00

(Click for full size)

Speechless

2006-10-30T20:07:00.000+11:00

Last month I posted about a rectal stain of a mother who killed her baby with methadone

The mother is now claiming in court that her baby died of SIDS.
She also insisted that no autopsy be done, because she “didn’t want him cut up”. The real reason she didn’t want an autopsy performed was because she knew it would show up the cocktail of drugs in his system. Fortunately the authorities persisted, and now she is on trial for murder.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more stomach turning, it emerges that this nauseating skank stopped for a cigarette halfway through CPR.

That’s right. Her baby is blue in the face, choking and trying to breathe, a 000 operator is on the line trying to help her save his life, and this cow stops to light up a fag. The baby was dead when paramedics arrived.

It wasn't the first time she had exhibited her personal brand of "Mother-of the-Year" potential:

Ms Reilly said she'd also questioned the woman on two occasions about how she'd travelled with the baby in the car, once wedging him in the front seat between a teddy bear and a bag of clothes.

On the second occasion, he was wrapped in a blanket and laid on the floor of the car, and told Ms Reilly not to move him because she didn't want to attract the attention of a police Random Breath Test unit across the road.

Makes you wish she had just killed herself, rather than killed an innocent child.
Though I guess death is probably a much better outcome than life with a mother like this.

Knowing the court system in Australia, its highly probable she won't even do jail time, and if she does, she'll be out in 3 years, and pregnant again a few months later.

I say sterilise the bitch.

Irony

2006-10-24T18:40:00.000+10:00

This is a classic:

Turkmen Leader Opens a Book-Shaped Building

The Associated Press

ASHGABAT, Turkmenistan -- Turkmen President Saparmurat Niyazov has inaugurated a massive, book-shaped building dedicated to the media in the heavily censored and tightly controlled Central Asian nation.

Niyazov unveiled the $17 million "House of Free Creativity" last Tuesday. The building will accommodate offices of the Turkmen government-controlled press."

Now THATS irony. A book shaped building, meant to symbolize the creativity and freedom of the nation’s press to print whatever they want, in a country where the President has complete control over everything they say.

This guy is just unbelievable. Last year, he closed every library in the country, except the one that houses his own books. He personally approves the front page of every national paper before its printed each day, and each front page has to carry a photo of the President. No international media is allowed in the country, and the nation’s only ISP blocks any web content which disparages Niyazov. Newsreaders begin each broadcast stating that their tongues should shrivel and fall out should they ever slander the President.

Heres a pic of the building:

Now THAT, Alanis Morissette, is irony.

Top Tips of the Week

2006-10-23T22:17:00.000+10:00

MOBILE PHONE USERS. On trains always choose a seat in the last carriage. Then, when a train enters a tunnel, run as fast as you can towards the front of the train. This will ensure that you are in the tunnel for the shortest possible time and are less likely to miss that all-important call

PUBLIC TOILET USERS. When you realise the person in the next cubicle is holding fire until you leave, simply open and close the toilet door without leaving. Their first plop can then be greeted with a huge cheer.

WEIGHT WATCHERS. After reaching your ideal weight, maintain it by weighing yourself before and after a dump. The weight difference is the amount of food you can eat before having another dump.

SUDOKU LOVERS. Solve your puzzles in seconds by logging on to sudoku.sourceforge.net, typing the clues into the grid and clicking the 'solve' button. This will save hours, leaving you plenty of time to do something worthwhile.

POLICE. Save money on expensive sirens by putting a police dog on the roof of your patrol car and shutting the door on its tail before attending a 000 call.

AMERICANS. Wipe out the Iraqi insurgency by simply joining their side. With your 'friendly fire' tactics, the war should be over in days.

OLD people. Ensure a good fight at your wake by leaving a valuable antique in your will to a distant relative, whilst promising it to a closer relative verbally before you die.

CATHOLIC SCHOOL NUNS. Demonstrate a keen sense of irony by calling yourselves the 'Sisters of Mercy' whilst beating the shit out of kids on a daily basis with bamboo canes.

LADY DRIVERS. Draw a little diagram on a Post-it showing the position of the hand brake and gearstick, and stick it to your dashboard. This will save you having to look for them when the lights go green.

RAPPERS. Avoid having to say “Ya know what I'm sayin” all the time by actually speaking clearly in the first place.

This weeks tips courtesy of www.viz.co.uk

I've found the Lord

2006-10-08T12:36:00.000+10:00

I've always questioned the logic of this statement. It sounds quite comical when someone says "I've found the Lord" or "I've found Jesus" - and I hadn't even heard he was missing.

But now I know what they were talking about, because I HAVE found Jesus - in the arse of a dog!!!

Right where he belongs, too.

Parenthood

2006-10-05T18:22:00.000+10:00

Another day, another story of some drug fucked parent killing a child:

Dead baby given methadone by addict mum

A FIVE-month-old infant died after he was deliberately given methadone by his drug dependent mother, a Sydney coroner has found.

This followed the death of another of the woman's children in similar circumstances, Deputy State Coroner Dorelle Pinch said.

Ms Pinch said while she could not rule on the exact cause of the death of Max Evan Shreckenberg, the presence of methadone in his body was a "significant contributing factor".

She said Max's mother Rochelle Dunlop deliberately gave her son the heroin substitute, which was found at a level beyond anything that could have been ingested through breastfeeding.

Max's brother Jake died aged four months on June 5, 1997 when Ms Dunlop was similarly methadone dependent.

He was either on the lounge next to his mother or in her arms when she feel asleep. He was resuscitated but suffered a brain injury and died from a respiratory infection.

In recording her findings at Glebe Coroner's Court, Ms Pinch said she had concerns for any of Ms Dunlop's future children because Max's older brother, Jake Dunlop, had died in similar circumstances.

Those future children should be regularly tested for drugs, and Ms Dunlop and any other members of the household on methadone programs should not be allowed to take home prescribed doses, she said.

Future children? Are they kidding?

This woman has already killed 2 of her children. She has proven through her behaviour and actions she is unfit to be a mother. If the current investigation proves the allegations made so far, I say sterilize the cretin so she can’t inflict more of her evil on future children

Harlem baby dies after falling into bucket of mother's vomit

Authorities said DeJesus spent the evening of Sept. 15 downing gin and smoking cigarettes and then returned before dawn to the shelter where she lived with the 4-month old girl, Niah. DeJesus threw up into a bucket of cleaning solution next to her bed, then passed out on the bed, clutching Niah's legs, authorities said.

Reading these stories leads me to pose the question - Why is it so easy to have children? You need a license or permit to drive a car, ride a motorbike, navigate a boat…you even need a permit to go camping or fishing…

But any drug addled, alcoholic miscreant with functioning genitalia can bring a child into the world. In Australia, the Government pays new parents $4,000 in cash up front when the baby is born. Then, if the parents can't find work (or if they just feel like sitting on their arses all day playing Sony Playstation and smoking pot), our wonderful welfare system pays them hundreds of dollars a week in benefits - with the payment increasing the more children they have.

There are no checks and balances to make sure new parents are responsible and caring, whether they are able to provide for the future child, whether they are psychologically, physically or financially ready for the huge step of parenthood. Its easier for a 16 year old to have a baby than it is to drive a car, buy cigarettes or get into a nightclub.

Im not making a case for further Government interference in social problems – far from it. But there has to be some mechanism for ensuring that those people responsible for the next generation are both responsible themselves, and capable of shouldering the huge burden that having children requires.

You're required to prove that you're responsible, capable, and mature enough to drive a car.
Why isn't there the same burden of proof when you're creating human life?

Jamie.

For fucks sake

2006-10-04T15:03:00.000+10:00

Am I the only one who finds the world of "fashion" so utterly ridiculous?

JEAN Paul Gaultier's latest ready-to-wear collection

Have a look at some of the crap these fashion knobs are fawning over:

These women prance up and down a catwalk swinging their hips like double-jointed mantises, while snivelling limp wristed twats sit sipping wanky little drinks, ooohing and aaahing over the completely ludicrous rags draped over their anorexic alien bodies.

"Everything Gaultier does is so unique. He's continuously reinventing himself. He's had the most iconic looks in the past 30 years, not quite like anyone else."

Christ, are people really this stupid? Where on earth would you wear these clothes?

"Gee Sharon, I love that little pink cone-titted number you're wearing..."

"Yeah thanks, it's a Gaultier. Set me back a few thousand, but just the ticket for a bit of lawns bowls at the RSL on a Saturday arvo."

Fucking sheep.

Mangina

2006-10-01T11:35:00.001+10:00

Mangina:

A pussy whipped male. Named due to the taking on of feminine tendencies rather than masculine ones. Caused by extreme need to seek approval from females to the point of eradicating his own self and becoming a servant eunuch. Is a man, but may as well have a vagina.

I've been looking for a word for this phenomenon for ages, and now I have it.

Whipped!!

2006-09-27T00:35:00.000+10:00

Click pic to aggrandize

An oldie, Yes.. but something I only realised recently would make a great present for Dunc

Knowing how he feels about the emasculation of todays men, I think he is well overdue for a subscription.

J.

Graffiti

2006-09-16T17:56:00.000+10:00

Once again I have fallen victim to those little fuckers with spray cans.

I woke this morning to some nice graffiti sprayed on the side wall of my house. This is about the third time in 18 months. Really cutting edge art too, the same mindless scribble 3 or 4 times down the wall.

One night Im going to be waiting out there with a baseball bat, a long piece of rope and some boltcutters.

Lets see how easy it is to spray shit on my wall with half your fingers missing.

Little punks.

The Architecture of Happiness

2006-09-14T16:45:00.000+10:00

So I bought myself a new book today.

I've had a real affinity for Alain de Botton for a while now, which started when I read How Proust Can Change Your Life. I've also read The Consolations of Philosophy about three or four times, and can't say I've read many better books in a long time.

So it was with great interest I saw The Architecture of Happiness in the book shop:

"The Architecture of Happiness starts from the idea that where we are heavily influences who we can be - and argues that it is architecture’s task to stand as an eloquent reminder of our full potential.

Whereas many architects are wary of openly discussing the word beauty, the book has at its centre the large and naïve question: ‘What is a beautiful building?’ It amounts to a tour through the philosophy and psychology of architecture, which aims to change the way we think about our homes, streets and ourselves."

Sounds like its going to be an interesting read.

Say Cheese!

2006-09-13T14:13:00.000+10:00