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Perthcomics One-Year Anniversary // Filed under: Random on Monday August 07th 2006, 7:26 am Holy schnapps! It’s the Perthcomics Community one-year anniversary tonight! If you live in Perth and are even vaguely interested in comics and drawing of all sorts, I demand you to move yourself down to Taka’s, in Shafto Lane in Perth at precisely 7pm tonight for a few hours of sketching, eating and laughter! My will be done! // 2 Comments 
// Filed under: Random on Monday May 08th 2006, 2:06 pm
*cries quietly to himself* // 10 Comments
Jingle Bells, Mortar Shells, VC in the Grass // Filed under: Random on Monday April 24th 2006, 6:56 pm There is a story: It is World War I, and the sentry guards the gates.
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See him surface, but never a shadow // Filed under: Random on Sunday April 09th 2006, 9:13 pm There’s an art to walking through department stores. Weaving between the the clothes racks, dodging the people. Spotting the patterns, the ebb and flow of the pedestrian, predicting the current. A skilled person can weave through without splashing or spilling, if you know what to look for. Men, terrified in a foreign land, moving in abstract curves, sticking to the paths like fearful pilgrims. Or worse, anchored to their women, dumbstruck as they are towed helplessly to places they don’t understand to discuss the vagaries of perfume with old sales-women behind the counter who sell only the very latest in whale-stomach contents as an overpriced urine-coloured liquid for the fashion-conscientious consumer. Women, men in tow as they swim between islands of bargains in a sea of consumers. Eyes peeled for tags and colour-coded demarcation, they refresh themselves by receiving beauty tips from wrinkled old saleswomen and young high-school dropouts who wear enough makeup themselves to make any tips almost certainly worthwhile. Nattering old saleswomen talking to their friends on the phone, in the quiet, abandoned luggage section of the store, or worse, to each other at the service counter as the queue slowly increases in size. The young kid, always a young kid, in the DVD section. He looks nervous and I smile, more to myself than him, but I’m just passing through. Straight lines are the key. You need to move in straight lines. You need to watch the crowd, but don’t let them slow you down. Unwinding after a productive weekend and feeling good. // 9 Comments
// Filed under: Random on Wednesday March 15th 2006, 8:02 pm You know what I like best about these weird, vague entries in my journal? They make my love life sound much more interesting than it actually is. I’m doing well, by the way. Here’s something interesting. Recently, the internet at the Colwill household had been dropping out sporadically. We paid it no mind, as our router could be generously described as “fucked”. Said router is, for reasons unknown (theoretically for better wireless broadcasting) located on a ledge under the granny-flat-extension in which we live. However, two days ago I was trying to find one of our dogs. It was dinner’ing time and she is quite old and hard of hearing, and knowing that she likes to lie under the house to seek cool refuge from the Australian summer, I bent down and peered under the house. To find my router lying in the sand. My router was half-buried in the sand. The dogs must have yanked one of the loose ethernet cables running under the house or something, because the whole contraption was lying in the dirt, still connected and miracle of miracles still working. So there I am, lying on my back in the dirt under the house, gently shaking my router and watching the sand fall out of it in waves, and crying softly on the inside. There we go - I just displayed my technical know-how, and my soft sensitive side. I should have a girlfriend any day now. // 12 Comments
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