Zodiaccupuncture

Firstly, the new pop77 mix fellates ugly sailors. It's all meant to be all about some kind of old skool, but you must've had to have been there to get it, and luckily I was someplace else. However, I humbly thank the patron saint of coprophagia it didn't take as long to appear as the last mix.

However, I've been listening to the last few albums of Aesop Rock, who, might I add, roolz with a captial X. If you want to really just flip out all over the place, read the lyrics to Zodiaccupuncture. Unlike this gratuitous waste of internet, that page also contains a random 'hip-hop honeys' photo, so double up on fun.

I should finish off what happened the weekend before last. KT drunk all the available alcohol west of the Yarra, and then did a runner without saying goodbye to anyone (This has since been discussed and forgiven). To add insult to, ah, insult, she locked her friends out of the hotel room, and then bought herself a one-way ticket on the Valium express to the land of Z's. This amused the boys and I, but Greta and Lauren less so. The only place that would let us in was this rock club that was dingy, smokey, noisy, black, and full of rock dudes who were rocking out. In other words: an awesome place. Fairly early on some bald pissed guy took off his shirt, dropped his tracky dacks and jocks to his feet and started wrestling some guy in the nud. Then he just rocked out with his cock out, gaining both my respect and admiration. Steve, Choco, and I decided that we were very not drunk, so we bought eighteen shots of tequila. They ran out of salt on the last shot, so we used a shirtload of pepper instead. It was foul, but awesome, especially the way we all writhed around, cussing a lot. Choco attempted to sneak off for a chuck, but we bailed him up in the dunny and prevented any of that nonsense. We were mighty drunk after that, but then we walked around too much and it wore off. Anyway, after a night of sampling the finest liqueurs Melbourne had to offer, it ended up that there were two girls in my bed at Choco's place... and I was sleeping on the damn couch.

I think KT more or less summed up what we got up to in her whirlwind trip to the farm. She discovered her inner yobbo, I think, as she really, really, liked being on the back of the 4-wheel motorbike when I was doing circlework which was verging on rolling the bike. However, this enthusiasm was damped the following day, when she confessed to having a bruised bum. Anyhoo, it was great to have her visit.

Oh yeh, and I think I might have overcome the last (?) obstacle in the way of completing these papers and hence my thesis. This is way rad, and the way I solved it was even way radder. This was a problem that was lurking right up the back of the paper, and I've known that it's been there for months, but I've not spoken of it to my supervisors, or to you, dear internet. Nor have I tackled it. We've been like two cowboys circling one another, staring at one another, hands poised over the pair of six-shooters at our belts, daring the other to make a move, trash talking. Bam! I'm the new sheriff of thesis town.


I love the way Fiddy just leans into this photo to put in a hey-baby.

I've also had a visit from Mike, who wanted to get away from the big smoke to study for his exams. We mostly were working, but also snuck out to do a bit of farm stuff, but it has been raining a fair bit lately. It was good to see him, catch up on a bit of Uni goss, hear what the word on the street is. We went into the gym, and he revised my program. Apparently I was doing many excercises dangerously wrong. I explained my attitude toward danger, however he insisted that we come up with a new schedule. He patiently taught me better technique and a whole lot of new excercises. It will be interesting to see how it goes. Hopefully I'll get totally massive and get in biffos just for fun.

Aesop Rock says: "If the revolution ain't gon' be televised,
Then fuck, I'll probably miss it".