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.