im still torn and every now and then it gets the better of me . . . but things will look up, i know they will . . .
but on a cheerier note. tonights viewing!
casion royale vs the dark knight
fucking bullshit . . . which do i choose! (looks like casino royale is the winner actually)
and on a cheerier note still . . . i love jo soooooooo much!
her words but i couldn't put it better myself :)

and here are a few 35mm print scans!

i just dont know.

and i fucking hate it.

Just downloaded picasa in the hopes that it'd make uploading photos a little easier . . . this is just a test.

i fucking want one of these. how good is this little guy? he thinks he's people!

and damn it idol is stupid. and one of the guys has a crazy eye.

when i get a day off i swear ill upload some photos. ive got a few fun ones floating around . . . particularly a set i did using a hodge-podge technique of holding an old manual lens with a macro setting (and an fd mount) up to my dslr (ef mount) to attempt some nifty macro shots.

my eyes hut. g'night kids!

xx

kickin' lyrics

when i found out that MCA has cancer i honestly almost cried. hello nasty was the first cd i ever bought (1998) and ive been a fan of the beastie boys ever since. lucky he caught the lump in the side of his throat early and its totally treatable. this is my favourite photo of the band by the way. left to right: Mike D, Ad-Rock and MCA

watching Supersize V Superskinny with mum.

basically a really thin woman and a really large woman swap diets for a week in an attempt to shock them in to losing or putting on weight and eating healthily.

brits have really horrible eating habits.

on a side note: ive been working a fair bit lately so ive got a pretty neat little payslip comming my way. i think ill do something nice for jo with it

i just realised that i dont capitalise in my posts. if you're reading this, dont get mad jo. at least i make an effort to use proper english complete with decent grammar and without lols or rofls

-dave

Its time for a change

when you realise how close you've come to losing the one thing you hold dearest in the world its hard to not look at yourself a little closer and wonder how things got to be this way. change, for better or worse, is infinitely better than doing nothing at all.

i'm not going to lose you

xx

And yet again, its been a while

not much has really been happening. which is sad. I currently hate my job (except on the off day that i get to work with peter, tegan or sylvia) and am looking for something new.

interview in a couple of days actually. office job in surry hills. the man who called me the other day sounded pretty cool (and by that i mean he's probably a late 30-something who's hip and with whatever it is us young'uns are up to) and invited me to the office for a "chat".

a "chat". that little term has fucked me up a bit cause now im not sure what im in for. am i gonna get there and sit back in a couch having an informal discussion with a kinda cool possible boss? (meaning that i can wear jeans and a nice shirt) or am i going to sit infront of a desk to be judged as a prospective employee? (in that case, new leather shoes w/ dress pants + shirt + tie). typical dave. someone offers you a job and what are you worried about? what to wear.

although, at the same time im kind of hoping that its a shit job at a shit company so i can turn it down and wait for something that im interested in. i've applied at borders in paramatta which is a place that i can see myself actually enjoying. id also applied for a job in a print workshop as an assistant leaning the ropes on some of the printing machines and their operating systems.

but ill see how everything pans out. the surry hills gig might end up being pretty sweet.

anyway kids, thanks for reading and i might actually keep this up a bit now

stay golden, pony boy

xx

aint that a kick in the head

long time no see :)

how've you been? good i hope. me? well up and down to be honest but things arent so bad really. still job hunting and whatnot but nobody wants to hear that!

im currently ripping music to put on my ipod (some ray charles and robby williams swing when you're winning album) while waiting for the clock to tick over to 5:30. Going to head into town to visit jo after work.

but all in all, things have been pretty so so lately. Im not bothering to shoot in .RAW anymore cause its too much fucking hassle to convert and resize and all that jazz and since i wont be printing any of them there's no point really. I cant wait till this government stimulus comes through. I might end up using some of it for camera gear which would be dynamite.

But yes, i promised more photos and they'll be comming soon! apparently mabel's the only one that cares though . . . but im not complaining :)

Time to go watch worlds toughest fixes with dad!

stay classy kids

xx

rawr

you know, i was actually gonna blog something (i though would be) interesting. i took photos and everything. honest.

but its too much fucking hassle tonight. im hungry and cant be fucked converting photos from .raw, saving them, making them smaller so photobucket doesnt have a cry and take forever, actually upload them to photobucket then struggle with blogspots retarded photo adding functions.

its not like anyone really reads this anyway.

if you do . . . then thankyou for reading my silly rants and complaints. things get interesting around here sometimes, i swear!

peace

The cougars got rugers, swans with bombs and beehives full of knives

Fuck. Job. Hunting.

And fuck my current job for being so stingy with hours that im fucking forced to leave. Fuck everything. I wish i was fucking good enough at something to make money out of it. 

Fuck.

as i recall, it was a horror film

Jizz in my pants still cracks me up 

and i love how wiki breaks down the plot of this song and it becomes funny on a different level

''The video opens with Samberg singing in a night club. As he is invited to Molly Sims's apartment, he prematurely ejaculates, or "jizz[es] in [his] pants", in the hallway. Taccone then ejaculates in the check-out line of a grocery store, where Sigler is working. Justin Timberlake appears as a janitor in the grocery store. Samberg then leaves a movie theater, when the discovery of a missed telephone call from a girl causes him to prematurely ejaculate. In another scene, Taccone is seen driving his car, listening to the radio, when a song begins to play that reminds him of a girl, and causes him to "jizz in [his] pants". Samberg and Taccone then begin to sing about how they easily "jizz in [their] pants" from an alarm clock, opening a window, the truth about Bruce Willis's character at the end of The Sixth Sense, and eating a grape. Next, Samberg and Taccone explain that, whenever they are next to girls, they ejaculate prematurely, which, they say, necessitates constant wearing of condoms."

feeding fire with firewood

fuck. ouch. fuck.

one of my back teeth is retarded so im constantly biting the inside of my cheek. 

and now its bleeding.

shit off.

excuse my rant.

just because.

xx

ice flow, nowhere to go

i fucking love the mighty boosh. and ive got a big man-crush on noel fielding (right)

its been hot. too fucking hot. laptop is making my hands shweaty. and why is it such a hassle to upload photos to a blog?

other than that, not much is new. still freaking out about interviews but ive at least got a good chunk of photos ready to go. im still waiting for work to back-pay me before i can get printing done . . . ive got about $20 to last me till thursday. balls to that.

the cake is a lie

45 degrees. too. fucking. hot.

currently hiding inside working on photography portfolio . . . which ive got like two weeks to finish since ive been putting off on account of nervousness and general hatred of my photos.  so i figured id finish the last half of it off to have it done then spend the last week or so going over it and adding or subtracting things. ive just finished going through my film photos and they pretty much suck. ive managed to find one shot that i fucking love and a couple that are maybes . . . i mean i love the maybes but they dont really fit in.

ugh. sucks.

ev..ever...more?

what the fuck happened? evermore dissappear for a few months and then pop back in with a new sound and new hair. the lead singer now looks like a blonde robert smith and the drummer looks like he's straight out of nazi germany. 

that aside, im currently in the loungeroom wondering what to do while listening to jannelle monae.

BTW if you read this fil, post a link to your blog for me since i cant find the fucking thing! (and anyone else i know that blogs, feel free to post a link so i have fun things to read)

ive had an eventful couple of days which is pretty neat. there's been a big upheaval at work which has left us without a manager AND a 2ic and things are slowly starting to work themselves out. sort of.

aaaannnddddd yesterday i had a really good day out with the missus :)

we ended up first at DFO (which sucked balls and i only ended up buying 2 pairs of fat converse laces but it was still fun hanging out) then worked our way to parra westfield for random shopping and a visit to work to see peter. and i got a sweet carhartt satchel bag for $60

now ive got a beach trip with jo next week to look forward to!

AND I WANT GUITAR HERO WORLD TOUR. I FUCKING RIP THOSE DRUMS UP.

oh and fils link got me youtubing.

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=BnevMn60Unk&feature=channel

xx

peace