Happy friggin' New Year to you all!
I'm not in a good mood. I have had the house to myself since Boxing Day, with fuck all food and money, and I'm FUCKING BORED!!!!
I haven't talked for 3 days...............Is it starting to show?
I can't wait until Tuesday (pay day), when I shall be buying lots of food to eat. Hell, I might even buy a pizza or two!!!
What's the deal with New Year's resolutions? Why do people feel the need to set goals only a small percentile seem to achieve? People, my advice for today is this:
Aim Low.
Why don't you start small, and slowly work your way up? That's the Australian way. Nobody likes a smartarse who publicly announces that they wish to become a millionaire, or go on an expensive holiday to Hawaii, when in reality, they are near penniless.
That's my thought of the day............I hope that everyone has a dream, but a realistic dream.
Have a better holiday than I am,
Fridge.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Monday, December 13, 2004
The Tribunal
I was at THC with Captain Dickhead today, and I realized that there were a lot of ugly skanks parading themselves around as if they were fucking supermodels. We came up with a cool idea:
To set up a tribunal or court-like arrangement (run by yours truly, of course, because I’m a great judge of character) to put alleged offenders on trial. I will make up penalties on a case-by-case basis. At the moment, I like the sound of enforcing a penalty called ‘Walk the Walk’.
A ‘Walk the Walk’ is a great example of public humiliation. If a girl, or guy for that matter, decides to walk around in next to nothing, she deserves to be ridiculed. So ‘Walk the Walk’ would require an offender to parade around a shopping centre or public area fully naked. Let’s see how they like that………….
I am so sick of seeing stupid kids trying to look and act like adults.
NEWSFLASH: Being an adult sucks!!!!!
Kids don’t have any responsibility; they are looked after by parents and family, and they sure as hell don’t have to have jobs to survive in the world. I believe that kids who walk around in public wearing little more than their underwear are asking for perverts to approach them.
I certainly don’t approve of sexual assaults, rapes or any kind of physical harassment, but I can see how this kind of shit happens.
And before you say anything, I’m not anti-teenager. It’s because I have a great deal of respect for kids that I am trying to help them. Being a teenager is fucked. The world is against you, your body is against you, and a lot of kids end up on drugs, pregnant or fuckheads as a result.
Kids: Look in the mirror before you walk out your front door.
- Fridge.
To set up a tribunal or court-like arrangement (run by yours truly, of course, because I’m a great judge of character) to put alleged offenders on trial. I will make up penalties on a case-by-case basis. At the moment, I like the sound of enforcing a penalty called ‘Walk the Walk’.
A ‘Walk the Walk’ is a great example of public humiliation. If a girl, or guy for that matter, decides to walk around in next to nothing, she deserves to be ridiculed. So ‘Walk the Walk’ would require an offender to parade around a shopping centre or public area fully naked. Let’s see how they like that………….
I am so sick of seeing stupid kids trying to look and act like adults.
NEWSFLASH: Being an adult sucks!!!!!
Kids don’t have any responsibility; they are looked after by parents and family, and they sure as hell don’t have to have jobs to survive in the world. I believe that kids who walk around in public wearing little more than their underwear are asking for perverts to approach them.
I certainly don’t approve of sexual assaults, rapes or any kind of physical harassment, but I can see how this kind of shit happens.
And before you say anything, I’m not anti-teenager. It’s because I have a great deal of respect for kids that I am trying to help them. Being a teenager is fucked. The world is against you, your body is against you, and a lot of kids end up on drugs, pregnant or fuckheads as a result.
Kids: Look in the mirror before you walk out your front door.
- Fridge.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Responsibility, what's that?
On the 30th of October, the unthinkable happened...........
I became coach of an under 15's cricket team.
It's funny how any organisation or sporting club would ever leave me in charge of anything, especially children, because I think that I'm as big a kid( if not, bigger) than most of the boys that I coach.
But the boys are cool, and I have great people helping out. In our first game, against North Pines, we made 163, a pretty decent score. The next week in the same match, we were unable to secure victory, as rain has washed out play.
In the first week against Salisbury West, we were made to pay for sometimes lazy fielding and wayward bowling, conceding a score of 7 for 239. The boys need to bust a gut at training if they hope to get close to that score.
Well, let's see what happens. Watch this space. Or another space.
- Fridge
I became coach of an under 15's cricket team.
It's funny how any organisation or sporting club would ever leave me in charge of anything, especially children, because I think that I'm as big a kid( if not, bigger) than most of the boys that I coach.
But the boys are cool, and I have great people helping out. In our first game, against North Pines, we made 163, a pretty decent score. The next week in the same match, we were unable to secure victory, as rain has washed out play.
In the first week against Salisbury West, we were made to pay for sometimes lazy fielding and wayward bowling, conceding a score of 7 for 239. The boys need to bust a gut at training if they hope to get close to that score.
Well, let's see what happens. Watch this space. Or another space.
- Fridge
Friday, October 29, 2004
What's This?
People have been doing these a lot lately, so I thought I may as well do one.........here goes.
[x] been drunk.
[x] smoked pot.
[x] kissed a member of the opposite sex.
[x] kissed a member of the same sex.
[x] rode in a taxi.
[x] been dumped.
[x] shoplifted.
[x] been fired.
[x] been in a fist fight.
[x] had sex.
[-] had a threesome - kissing or otherwise
[x] snuck out of your parent's house.
[-] been arrested.
[x] made out with a stranger.
[-] stole something from your job.
[-] celebrated new years in times square.
[-] went on a blind date.
[x] lied to a friend.
[-] had a crush on a teacher.
[-] celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans.
[-] been to Europe.
[x] skipped school.
[x] thrown up from drinking.
[-] lost your sibling.
[x] played 'clue'.
[x] had a sleepover party.
[x] went ice skating.
[-] dropped x.
[-] cheated on a bf/gf.
[x] been cheated on.
[-] had a sweet sixteen.
[-] had a quincenera.
[x] had a car.
[x] drove.
Do you...
[-] have a bf.
[-] have a gf.
[-] have a crush.
[-] feel loved.
[x] feel lonely.
[x] feel happy.
[x] hate yourself.
[-] think youre attractive.
[-] have a dog.
[x] have your own room.
[-] listen to rap.
[x] listen to rock.
[x] listen to Faith No More.
[-] listen to soul.
[-] listen to techno.
[-] listen to reggae.
[-] paint your nails.
[x] have more than 1 best friend.
[-] get good grades.
[x] play an instrument.
[-] have slippers.
[x] wear boxers.
[-] wear black eyeliner.
[x] like the color blue.
[-] like the color yellow.
[-] cyber.
[-] claim.
[x] like to read.
[x] like to write.
[-] have long hair.
[x] have short hair.
[x] have a cell phone.
[-] have a laptop.
[-] have a pager.
- Fridge
[x] been drunk.
[x] smoked pot.
[x] kissed a member of the opposite sex.
[x] kissed a member of the same sex.
[x] rode in a taxi.
[x] been dumped.
[x] shoplifted.
[x] been fired.
[x] been in a fist fight.
[x] had sex.
[-] had a threesome - kissing or otherwise
[x] snuck out of your parent's house.
[-] been arrested.
[x] made out with a stranger.
[-] stole something from your job.
[-] celebrated new years in times square.
[-] went on a blind date.
[x] lied to a friend.
[-] had a crush on a teacher.
[-] celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans.
[-] been to Europe.
[x] skipped school.
[x] thrown up from drinking.
[-] lost your sibling.
[x] played 'clue'.
[x] had a sleepover party.
[x] went ice skating.
[-] dropped x.
[-] cheated on a bf/gf.
[x] been cheated on.
[-] had a sweet sixteen.
[-] had a quincenera.
[x] had a car.
[x] drove.
Do you...
[-] have a bf.
[-] have a gf.
[-] have a crush.
[-] feel loved.
[x] feel lonely.
[x] feel happy.
[x] hate yourself.
[-] think youre attractive.
[-] have a dog.
[x] have your own room.
[-] listen to rap.
[x] listen to rock.
[x] listen to Faith No More.
[-] listen to soul.
[-] listen to techno.
[-] listen to reggae.
[-] paint your nails.
[x] have more than 1 best friend.
[-] get good grades.
[x] play an instrument.
[-] have slippers.
[x] wear boxers.
[-] wear black eyeliner.
[x] like the color blue.
[-] like the color yellow.
[-] cyber.
[-] claim.
[x] like to read.
[x] like to write.
[-] have long hair.
[x] have short hair.
[x] have a cell phone.
[-] have a laptop.
[-] have a pager.
- Fridge
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Body Image
The scope of media today is more vast and powerful than it has ever been. Television, magazines, radio and to a lesser extent, the Internet, tell people what to think, feel, buy, listen to and wear. Teenagers, and in particular, teenage girls, are the most vulnerable when it comes to outside influences. The media has become both our best friend and our worst enemy.
62 per cent of the respondents to my survey strongly agreed that teenage girls were being ‘influenced’ or pressured into being or becoming the media’s perception of beautiful.
The fashion industry manipulates people into buying their items, by showing ‘beautiful’ people wearing them, and displaying ‘desirable’ accessories associated with them, such as boyfriends/girlfriends, nice cars, nice houses and a better lifestyle and so on. The media, and its many forms, has teenage girls wrapped around its collective finger. Generally, teenage girls are too naïve not to conform, and too preoccupied with how their peers, and the world, perceives them.
Magazines intended for the consumption of teenage girls (i.e. Girlfriend, Dolly et al) display images of so-called ‘perfect’ people. These people are of an ‘ideal’ weight, with no facial blemishes and bodily dysfunctions or abnormalities. Teenage girls are led to believe that this is normal, when in fact; these ‘perfect’ people are a very small minority of people. Sarah Durkin, author of Relationship between Female’s Body Image and the Mass Media, believes that this distorted view of the female body fails to cover the diversity of the human (and in particular female) body shapes.
Dr. Lina Ricciardelli from the School of Psychology at Deakin University, author of Children and Body Image, believes that children establish the recognition of sexual differences between males and females between 8 and 10 years of age. As they become older, boys will often see the difference between their perceived and ideal body weight decrease, and in girls, this difference increases. As girls enter puberty, their present body size moves away from their ideal body size, while the boys move closer towards their ideal body size.
Research by Eleanor H. Wertheim, an associate professor at the School of Psychological Science at La Trobe University believes that parents are strong role models of morals, values, attitudes and behaviours for children, and those adolescents who are criticized by their parents about their weight appear to be more dissatisfied with their body image and engage in weight loss processes. A possibility for this is that weight-related criticism from family members might lower self-esteem, and increase thoughts of body dissatisfaction. Teenage girls who have low self-esteem and body dissatisfaction may be more sensitive about their weight, and misinterpret what seem to be harmless comments about their weight as criticism.
Social pressure is another factor in how teenage girls view themselves. If they do not meet the expectations of their peers, they often feel degraded and rejected. It seems to be that girls, from a fairly early age, are more likely to compare themselves with others and view themselves in a more negative light than in comparison with boys.
There are many effects related to body image and the battle to become ‘beautiful’. The first of these (and the most well-known) are eating disorders. 23 per cent of the respondents to my survey selected ‘eating disorders’ as the main effect of desiring to be ‘beautiful’.
In the last thirty or so years, there has been a sharp increase in occurrences of eating disorders in Western civilization. However, it is uncertain if this is because of an increased rate of people developing eating disorders, or because of more widespread recognition of eating disorders as a disease. The phrase ‘eating disorders’ is also used not only to include anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa, but also compulsive eating, obesity and some weight loss regimes or behaviours. Thus, it is quite difficult to ascertain an accurate representation of how many people who suffer from these various forms of eating disorders.
According to healthstar.com.au, 2% of young girls, and 0.2% of young men are affected by anorexia and bulimia in Australia alone. However, around 10% of teenage girls suffer from eating disorders, although some are in very mild cases. Statistics at womhealth.org.au suggest that anorexia nervosa affects 0.5%, while 0.5 to 1% of the Australian population suffers from bulimia.
Because eating disorders are quite complex problems, they also have quite differing and varying causes. But there are some causes that have been identified, such as cultural factors (the representation of the female body), family factors, biological factors (genetic predisposition), individual factors (type of personality), and life events. According to womhealth.org.au, it is thought that a combination of these factors could cause eating disorders in some people. Other factors may include pressures from school and social situations, depression and poor self-esteem and loneliness.
According to womhealth.org.au, society’s emphasis on thinness, the power of media, stress, violence towards women, and poor self-image connected to adolescence and low self-esteem have been identified as risk factors for young women developing eating disorders.
Many teenage girls experience food-related difficulties at some point in their lives. They can range from not liking a certain food or type of food, to severe eating problems, which may arise due to medical and/or emotional reasons.
Anorexia nervosa is a disease typified by someone intentionally engaging in acts of self-starvation, resulting in losing a sheer amount of weight (usually over 25% of normal body weight), amenorrhoea (the loss of menstrual periods), a distorted view of themselves, radical weight loss tactics and/or procedures, and a fear of fat. Symptoms can incorporate: over-exercise, vomiting, laxative abuse, the use of diuretics and/or appetite suppressants, poor body image, low self-esteem, perfectionism, deceitful behaviour to forestall eating, depression, an unhealthy obsession with food, body weight and shape.
Bulimia nervosa is the term used for when people binge and then make themselves vomit to get rid of the food. Bulimia sufferers may not look overweight and might sometimes find it easy to disguise their eating problems. Most are unaware that continual binging and vomiting can ultimately cause some serious damage to the body.
Compulsive eating is when people consume more than their recommended intake over a long period of time, or use food as a comforting tool, or to distract themselves from something. Compulsive eating can lead to obesity and other serious medical problems.
Another effect of aspiring to become ‘beautiful’ is unplanned or unwanted teenage pregnancy. 16 per cent of the survey respondents believed that unplanned and/or unwanted teenage pregnancies were the main effect of aspiring to become ‘beautiful’.
Although the number of births to teenage mothers in Australia has decreased in the last thirty years, it is still a problem. Research at womhealth.org.au suggests that this reduction is most probably due to the winder accessibility of contraception and abortion, rather than a decline in sexual activity among teenagers. These pregnancies are commonly the consequence of a teenage girl’s sexual inexperience and insufficient knowledge of their menstrual cycle.
According to research at womhealth.org.au, the rate of teenage fertility has dropped rapidly in the last three decades, from 55.5 babies per 1000 women in 1971, compared to 18 per 1000 women in 2001. However, these figures only indicate live births. In 2001, there were 11 704 births to mothers aged under 19 years of age. But look on the bright side; Australia’s teenage fertility rate (18 per 1000 in 1998) is significantly lower than in the United States (51.1), the United Kingdom (29.7) and New Zealand (29.8).
Falling pregnant at a young age can significantly increase a girl’s chances of complications during pregnancy and/or delivery. In girls aged over 16 years, these problems may arise due to poor care, smoking and an inadequate diet. In those under the age of 15, biological immaturity is a big factor in causing complications. There is also a higher risk of premature birth and lower birth weight if a child is born to a teenage mother.
When a teenager falls pregnant, she is also less likely to return to school, and this deficiency of education can damage their chances of future employment opportunities. Pregnant teens may also experience estrangement from friends and family.
At a time of self-discovery and searching of independence, pregnancy can limit a girl’s options. For teenagers seeking an acceptable position in society, this may seem like a good choice.
Depression is an also effect that can be linked to the media’s ‘influence’ on the youth. In the last half of the 20th century, depression has become a common problem, and the occurrences have increased considerably.
People are lead to believe that the images they see on television and in magazines are the accurate portrayal of what is ‘normal’. In the pursuit of normality and acceptance, they sometimes feel that this goal in unattainable, and they become depressed. According to headroom.com.au, 40 per cent of young people suffer from periods of sadness and/or unhappiness, but not necessarily depression. Depression is a lasting sadness, and can be a life changing process. 21 per cent of the respondents to my survey indicated that depression is major effect in aspiring to become ‘beautiful’.
But is the media to blame for the disfigurement of teenagers, and in particular, teenage girls? 62 per cent of the respondents to my survey strongly believe that the media does indeed pressure teenage girls into becoming ‘beautiful’, while 19 per cent agree, and another 19 per cent are neutral on the matter. A total of 81 per cent believe that the media has a case to answer.
But what is beautiful? Is it the media’s perception? Is it a friend or family member’s perception?
I believe that real beauty comes from within. If you can believe that you are special the way you are, without being unhealthy, you are beautiful. But being the vulnerable people that they are, teenage girls fall into the vanity trap.
62 per cent of the respondents to my survey believe that something can be done to change and/or address this issue, while 38 per cent don’t think that anything can be done. First of all, the media erroneously depicts teenage culture, as it fails to illustrate the diversity of teenagers today, and especially their body shapes.
The media, in its varying forms, should be careful what they print, televise and make people believe. It has to realize that they are playing with the minds of people who have not yet matured enough to make informed opinions and decisions. It needs to show more of the ‘real’ people in order to make some positive changes, not only to the perceptions of the teenagers themselves, but to people in general.
The struggle with body image is not just a ‘teen’ problem; it is a problem for people of all ages. Until the media decides to display an accurate representation of the body, people will continue to suffer and resort to desperate measures to reach the expectations of themselves and others.
62 per cent of the respondents to my survey strongly agreed that teenage girls were being ‘influenced’ or pressured into being or becoming the media’s perception of beautiful.
The fashion industry manipulates people into buying their items, by showing ‘beautiful’ people wearing them, and displaying ‘desirable’ accessories associated with them, such as boyfriends/girlfriends, nice cars, nice houses and a better lifestyle and so on. The media, and its many forms, has teenage girls wrapped around its collective finger. Generally, teenage girls are too naïve not to conform, and too preoccupied with how their peers, and the world, perceives them.
Magazines intended for the consumption of teenage girls (i.e. Girlfriend, Dolly et al) display images of so-called ‘perfect’ people. These people are of an ‘ideal’ weight, with no facial blemishes and bodily dysfunctions or abnormalities. Teenage girls are led to believe that this is normal, when in fact; these ‘perfect’ people are a very small minority of people. Sarah Durkin, author of Relationship between Female’s Body Image and the Mass Media, believes that this distorted view of the female body fails to cover the diversity of the human (and in particular female) body shapes.
Dr. Lina Ricciardelli from the School of Psychology at Deakin University, author of Children and Body Image, believes that children establish the recognition of sexual differences between males and females between 8 and 10 years of age. As they become older, boys will often see the difference between their perceived and ideal body weight decrease, and in girls, this difference increases. As girls enter puberty, their present body size moves away from their ideal body size, while the boys move closer towards their ideal body size.
Research by Eleanor H. Wertheim, an associate professor at the School of Psychological Science at La Trobe University believes that parents are strong role models of morals, values, attitudes and behaviours for children, and those adolescents who are criticized by their parents about their weight appear to be more dissatisfied with their body image and engage in weight loss processes. A possibility for this is that weight-related criticism from family members might lower self-esteem, and increase thoughts of body dissatisfaction. Teenage girls who have low self-esteem and body dissatisfaction may be more sensitive about their weight, and misinterpret what seem to be harmless comments about their weight as criticism.
Social pressure is another factor in how teenage girls view themselves. If they do not meet the expectations of their peers, they often feel degraded and rejected. It seems to be that girls, from a fairly early age, are more likely to compare themselves with others and view themselves in a more negative light than in comparison with boys.
There are many effects related to body image and the battle to become ‘beautiful’. The first of these (and the most well-known) are eating disorders. 23 per cent of the respondents to my survey selected ‘eating disorders’ as the main effect of desiring to be ‘beautiful’.
In the last thirty or so years, there has been a sharp increase in occurrences of eating disorders in Western civilization. However, it is uncertain if this is because of an increased rate of people developing eating disorders, or because of more widespread recognition of eating disorders as a disease. The phrase ‘eating disorders’ is also used not only to include anorexia nervosa and bulimia nervosa, but also compulsive eating, obesity and some weight loss regimes or behaviours. Thus, it is quite difficult to ascertain an accurate representation of how many people who suffer from these various forms of eating disorders.
According to healthstar.com.au, 2% of young girls, and 0.2% of young men are affected by anorexia and bulimia in Australia alone. However, around 10% of teenage girls suffer from eating disorders, although some are in very mild cases. Statistics at womhealth.org.au suggest that anorexia nervosa affects 0.5%, while 0.5 to 1% of the Australian population suffers from bulimia.
Because eating disorders are quite complex problems, they also have quite differing and varying causes. But there are some causes that have been identified, such as cultural factors (the representation of the female body), family factors, biological factors (genetic predisposition), individual factors (type of personality), and life events. According to womhealth.org.au, it is thought that a combination of these factors could cause eating disorders in some people. Other factors may include pressures from school and social situations, depression and poor self-esteem and loneliness.
According to womhealth.org.au, society’s emphasis on thinness, the power of media, stress, violence towards women, and poor self-image connected to adolescence and low self-esteem have been identified as risk factors for young women developing eating disorders.
Many teenage girls experience food-related difficulties at some point in their lives. They can range from not liking a certain food or type of food, to severe eating problems, which may arise due to medical and/or emotional reasons.
Anorexia nervosa is a disease typified by someone intentionally engaging in acts of self-starvation, resulting in losing a sheer amount of weight (usually over 25% of normal body weight), amenorrhoea (the loss of menstrual periods), a distorted view of themselves, radical weight loss tactics and/or procedures, and a fear of fat. Symptoms can incorporate: over-exercise, vomiting, laxative abuse, the use of diuretics and/or appetite suppressants, poor body image, low self-esteem, perfectionism, deceitful behaviour to forestall eating, depression, an unhealthy obsession with food, body weight and shape.
Bulimia nervosa is the term used for when people binge and then make themselves vomit to get rid of the food. Bulimia sufferers may not look overweight and might sometimes find it easy to disguise their eating problems. Most are unaware that continual binging and vomiting can ultimately cause some serious damage to the body.
Compulsive eating is when people consume more than their recommended intake over a long period of time, or use food as a comforting tool, or to distract themselves from something. Compulsive eating can lead to obesity and other serious medical problems.
Another effect of aspiring to become ‘beautiful’ is unplanned or unwanted teenage pregnancy. 16 per cent of the survey respondents believed that unplanned and/or unwanted teenage pregnancies were the main effect of aspiring to become ‘beautiful’.
Although the number of births to teenage mothers in Australia has decreased in the last thirty years, it is still a problem. Research at womhealth.org.au suggests that this reduction is most probably due to the winder accessibility of contraception and abortion, rather than a decline in sexual activity among teenagers. These pregnancies are commonly the consequence of a teenage girl’s sexual inexperience and insufficient knowledge of their menstrual cycle.
According to research at womhealth.org.au, the rate of teenage fertility has dropped rapidly in the last three decades, from 55.5 babies per 1000 women in 1971, compared to 18 per 1000 women in 2001. However, these figures only indicate live births. In 2001, there were 11 704 births to mothers aged under 19 years of age. But look on the bright side; Australia’s teenage fertility rate (18 per 1000 in 1998) is significantly lower than in the United States (51.1), the United Kingdom (29.7) and New Zealand (29.8).
Falling pregnant at a young age can significantly increase a girl’s chances of complications during pregnancy and/or delivery. In girls aged over 16 years, these problems may arise due to poor care, smoking and an inadequate diet. In those under the age of 15, biological immaturity is a big factor in causing complications. There is also a higher risk of premature birth and lower birth weight if a child is born to a teenage mother.
When a teenager falls pregnant, she is also less likely to return to school, and this deficiency of education can damage their chances of future employment opportunities. Pregnant teens may also experience estrangement from friends and family.
At a time of self-discovery and searching of independence, pregnancy can limit a girl’s options. For teenagers seeking an acceptable position in society, this may seem like a good choice.
Depression is an also effect that can be linked to the media’s ‘influence’ on the youth. In the last half of the 20th century, depression has become a common problem, and the occurrences have increased considerably.
People are lead to believe that the images they see on television and in magazines are the accurate portrayal of what is ‘normal’. In the pursuit of normality and acceptance, they sometimes feel that this goal in unattainable, and they become depressed. According to headroom.com.au, 40 per cent of young people suffer from periods of sadness and/or unhappiness, but not necessarily depression. Depression is a lasting sadness, and can be a life changing process. 21 per cent of the respondents to my survey indicated that depression is major effect in aspiring to become ‘beautiful’.
But is the media to blame for the disfigurement of teenagers, and in particular, teenage girls? 62 per cent of the respondents to my survey strongly believe that the media does indeed pressure teenage girls into becoming ‘beautiful’, while 19 per cent agree, and another 19 per cent are neutral on the matter. A total of 81 per cent believe that the media has a case to answer.
But what is beautiful? Is it the media’s perception? Is it a friend or family member’s perception?
I believe that real beauty comes from within. If you can believe that you are special the way you are, without being unhealthy, you are beautiful. But being the vulnerable people that they are, teenage girls fall into the vanity trap.
62 per cent of the respondents to my survey believe that something can be done to change and/or address this issue, while 38 per cent don’t think that anything can be done. First of all, the media erroneously depicts teenage culture, as it fails to illustrate the diversity of teenagers today, and especially their body shapes.
The media, in its varying forms, should be careful what they print, televise and make people believe. It has to realize that they are playing with the minds of people who have not yet matured enough to make informed opinions and decisions. It needs to show more of the ‘real’ people in order to make some positive changes, not only to the perceptions of the teenagers themselves, but to people in general.
The struggle with body image is not just a ‘teen’ problem; it is a problem for people of all ages. Until the media decides to display an accurate representation of the body, people will continue to suffer and resort to desperate measures to reach the expectations of themselves and others.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Another Killer Cut!
Song: Tapping The Vein - Butterfly
Album: The Damage (2002)
Heather Thompson: vocals
Eric Fisher: drums, programming, samples
Joe Rolland: bass
Mark Burkert: guitar
This Goth-alt-rock foursome from Philadelphia are fucking brilliant. Thompson's voice is so versatile; she can go from soft and calm whispers to powerful, heartfelt cries in a mere syllable. This band is not just for the standard melancholic Goth though, as although TTV have dark elements to their sound, there are always glimpses of light to leave a listener enthralled. The musicianship will captivate all those who are looking for something a little different, but still accessible.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
- Fridge.
Album: The Damage (2002)
Heather Thompson: vocals
Eric Fisher: drums, programming, samples
Joe Rolland: bass
Mark Burkert: guitar
This Goth-alt-rock foursome from Philadelphia are fucking brilliant. Thompson's voice is so versatile; she can go from soft and calm whispers to powerful, heartfelt cries in a mere syllable. This band is not just for the standard melancholic Goth though, as although TTV have dark elements to their sound, there are always glimpses of light to leave a listener enthralled. The musicianship will captivate all those who are looking for something a little different, but still accessible.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
- Fridge.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Being single agrees with me............
For the uneducated, I have been single since April 2003. Despite what people will tell you, I haven't tried to get a girlfriend since then. I haven't met anyone that I have been even remotely interested in, and I really couldn't care less about meeting new people.
And for those who think I'm a serial pervert, I haven't been looking for casual sex either. True, I had done a fair bit of that when I was a kid, but there comes a time in a bloke's life when he's after more than just sex. It's called 'settling down'.
I was at that stage a long while ago. I had found a woman I could have easily seen myself settling down with, but I'm not going to embarrass her by revealing her name. Needless to say, I fell madly in love with her.
But things didn't work out, and a healing process began. I'm pleased to say that we have remained good friends, and she's (alongside my mother) now my basis of comparison when it comes to women.
Ever since I was a kid, I have been repeatedly accused of being things I'm not. For example, I have been called a pervert, flirting and/or propositioning people I don't even like or know, masturbating in public, sleeping with other people's girlfriends, and the list goes on. Needless to say, I am not guilty of ALL of these offences.
But still, that reputations sticks. When those closest to me know how much I have grown up and changed over the past year, I still get accusations coming from left, right and centre. I feel that I have been branded as some kind of sexual deviant.
Another truth: I don't even enjoy sex! I have only ever had one partner that I've enjoyed sleeping with, and maybe that's because it was on a higher emotional level. So that's why I have sworn off sex until I find somebody that I have developed a stable relationship with, and whom I am in love with.
Since that relationship ended amicably, I have learnt not to settle for anyone who offers.
Some people (or so I've overheard in conversation) have accused me of degrading women. Anyone who knows me will tell you the exact opposite. I was raised by the strongest woman I know, one who wouldn't make shit from anyone, or be someone else's doormat. My mother taught me not only to respect women, but to respect people. I still live by her morals and values, because I don't know any different. Any of my past girlfriends (unless they are nuts) will tell you that I was polite, respectful and considerate.
If you think you know the real me, you don't. Only I know the real me.
- Fridge.
And for those who think I'm a serial pervert, I haven't been looking for casual sex either. True, I had done a fair bit of that when I was a kid, but there comes a time in a bloke's life when he's after more than just sex. It's called 'settling down'.
I was at that stage a long while ago. I had found a woman I could have easily seen myself settling down with, but I'm not going to embarrass her by revealing her name. Needless to say, I fell madly in love with her.
But things didn't work out, and a healing process began. I'm pleased to say that we have remained good friends, and she's (alongside my mother) now my basis of comparison when it comes to women.
Ever since I was a kid, I have been repeatedly accused of being things I'm not. For example, I have been called a pervert, flirting and/or propositioning people I don't even like or know, masturbating in public, sleeping with other people's girlfriends, and the list goes on. Needless to say, I am not guilty of ALL of these offences.
But still, that reputations sticks. When those closest to me know how much I have grown up and changed over the past year, I still get accusations coming from left, right and centre. I feel that I have been branded as some kind of sexual deviant.
Another truth: I don't even enjoy sex! I have only ever had one partner that I've enjoyed sleeping with, and maybe that's because it was on a higher emotional level. So that's why I have sworn off sex until I find somebody that I have developed a stable relationship with, and whom I am in love with.
Since that relationship ended amicably, I have learnt not to settle for anyone who offers.
Some people (or so I've overheard in conversation) have accused me of degrading women. Anyone who knows me will tell you the exact opposite. I was raised by the strongest woman I know, one who wouldn't make shit from anyone, or be someone else's doormat. My mother taught me not only to respect women, but to respect people. I still live by her morals and values, because I don't know any different. Any of my past girlfriends (unless they are nuts) will tell you that I was polite, respectful and considerate.
If you think you know the real me, you don't. Only I know the real me.
- Fridge.
Monday, October 11, 2004
The Revised Asshole Dictionary
Marriage: The time-honoured art of living with, and obtaining regular sex from one partner. However, the regularity in sexual activity is miniscule in comparison to what it was before you were married.
In my opinion (and I'm a great judge), blokes get married because they like the sex they are getting with one particular woman. This woman realises this, and makes him believe that this sex will only continue when they are married. Of course most blokes have their brains running from their penises, so he agrees to the whole charade.
The woman once again fools him by steadily decreasing the occurrence of sexual activity. But if this sex, however infrequent, is satisfying to both the male and female partner, both will tend not to engage in extra-marital liaisons, i.e cheating.
My advice: Be worse in bed than your wife.
Why should a man try to improve his sex life, when he knows that there is probably something better on offer? Lads, don't feel guilty because one in three marriages end in divorce, and a large proportion of those are terminated within the first 5 to 7 years.
Also, if you discover your wife cheating, that's a great reason for divorce. The pussie's way out is irreconcilable differences. But, because you're here, you're obviously a little better than that.
- Fridge.
In my opinion (and I'm a great judge), blokes get married because they like the sex they are getting with one particular woman. This woman realises this, and makes him believe that this sex will only continue when they are married. Of course most blokes have their brains running from their penises, so he agrees to the whole charade.
The woman once again fools him by steadily decreasing the occurrence of sexual activity. But if this sex, however infrequent, is satisfying to both the male and female partner, both will tend not to engage in extra-marital liaisons, i.e cheating.
My advice: Be worse in bed than your wife.
Why should a man try to improve his sex life, when he knows that there is probably something better on offer? Lads, don't feel guilty because one in three marriages end in divorce, and a large proportion of those are terminated within the first 5 to 7 years.
Also, if you discover your wife cheating, that's a great reason for divorce. The pussie's way out is irreconcilable differences. But, because you're here, you're obviously a little better than that.
- Fridge.
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Who Is The World's Best Guitarist?
Well, after the success (pfft) of The World's Best Vocalist, now we shall vote for The World's Best Guitarist.
Same rules apply. Vote 3-2-1, in order of preference.
My 3-2-1 is:
3. Jim Martin (Faith No More)
2. Jerry Cantrell (Alice In Chains)
1. Dean DeLeo (Stone Temple Pilots, Talk Show)
Get cracking!
- Fridge.
Same rules apply. Vote 3-2-1, in order of preference.
My 3-2-1 is:
3. Jim Martin (Faith No More)
2. Jerry Cantrell (Alice In Chains)
1. Dean DeLeo (Stone Temple Pilots, Talk Show)
Get cracking!
- Fridge.
The results are finally in.........Let's crown the World's Best Vocalist!
And the winner is................................Mike Patton (Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Fantomas, Tomahawk) with 14 votes!
The runner up prize was split five ways: Davey Havok (AFI), Kurt Cobain (Nirvana), James Hetfield (Metallica), Ray Charles, and Karl Rueslatten on 3 votes.
Eight people were tied for third place: Christina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil), Daniel Johns (Silverchair, The Dissoshitives), David Draiman (Disturbed), Axl Rose (Guns n' Roses), Lajon Witherspoon (Sevendust), Jimi Hendrix, Zak Stevens, and Layne Staley (Alice In Chains, Mad Season) on 2 votes.
A well deserved landslide victory for Sir Mike Patton there............As if there was any doubt!
- Fridge.
The runner up prize was split five ways: Davey Havok (AFI), Kurt Cobain (Nirvana), James Hetfield (Metallica), Ray Charles, and Karl Rueslatten on 3 votes.
Eight people were tied for third place: Christina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil), Daniel Johns (Silverchair, The Dissoshitives), David Draiman (Disturbed), Axl Rose (Guns n' Roses), Lajon Witherspoon (Sevendust), Jimi Hendrix, Zak Stevens, and Layne Staley (Alice In Chains, Mad Season) on 2 votes.
A well deserved landslide victory for Sir Mike Patton there............As if there was any doubt!
- Fridge.
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
I met someone famous yesterday.....
Hey everyone,
I was bumming around my beautiful city yesterday (it's called Adelaide), when I seen a really tall bloke sitting on a bench in Rundle Mall. Who was this tall bloke?
I'll give you the hot tip:
Ryan (Fryzie, Rootman, Brian Denim) from Big Brother 2004!
Luckily, I had my camera with me, and I asked (quite politely, SHOCK! HORROR!) if I could have a photo with him. Ryan was only too happy to oblige, and was very friendly. It seemed like he had all the time in the world to chat with me, and the horde of teenage girls skipping school (don't get me started!).
He gave plenty of eye contact (his jaw was basically touching his scrotum to accomplish this), was very down-to-earth, and basically a top bloke. You think that fame (more than he had when he was an AFL footballer) would go to someone's head, but Ryan treated everyone like they were mates. I got that photo, and when I figure out how to put it on here, I'll do just that!
In fact, I might even start a 'Brush With Fame' section, where people can send in photos of themselves with celebrities.
Seeya later people,
- Fridge.
I was bumming around my beautiful city yesterday (it's called Adelaide), when I seen a really tall bloke sitting on a bench in Rundle Mall. Who was this tall bloke?
I'll give you the hot tip:
Ryan (Fryzie, Rootman, Brian Denim) from Big Brother 2004!
Luckily, I had my camera with me, and I asked (quite politely, SHOCK! HORROR!) if I could have a photo with him. Ryan was only too happy to oblige, and was very friendly. It seemed like he had all the time in the world to chat with me, and the horde of teenage girls skipping school (don't get me started!).
He gave plenty of eye contact (his jaw was basically touching his scrotum to accomplish this), was very down-to-earth, and basically a top bloke. You think that fame (more than he had when he was an AFL footballer) would go to someone's head, but Ryan treated everyone like they were mates. I got that photo, and when I figure out how to put it on here, I'll do just that!
In fact, I might even start a 'Brush With Fame' section, where people can send in photos of themselves with celebrities.
Seeya later people,
- Fridge.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Killer Cuts.................at last!
Song: Veruca Salt - I'm Taking Europe With Me
Album: Blow It Out Your Ass, It's Veruca Salt(1996)
Nina Gordon: Vocals, Guitar
Louise Post: Vocals, Guitar
Jim Shapiro: Drums, Backing vocals
Steve Lack: Bass
What can I say?
The first time I heard this song was July last year, when I seen Veruca Salt live, but Nina, Jim and Steve had long left the band by then. Nevertheless, it was a brilliant show, with this song among the highlights. I love the screaming vocals in the chorus, as it's certainly different from Veruca Salt's melodic leanings.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
- Fridge.
Album: Blow It Out Your Ass, It's Veruca Salt(1996)
Nina Gordon: Vocals, Guitar
Louise Post: Vocals, Guitar
Jim Shapiro: Drums, Backing vocals
Steve Lack: Bass
What can I say?
The first time I heard this song was July last year, when I seen Veruca Salt live, but Nina, Jim and Steve had long left the band by then. Nevertheless, it was a brilliant show, with this song among the highlights. I love the screaming vocals in the chorus, as it's certainly different from Veruca Salt's melodic leanings.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
- Fridge.
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Recommended Viewing.........again.
I Am Sam
Year of release: 2001.
Writer/Director: Jessie Nelson.
Starring: Sean Penn, Michelle Pfeiffer, Dakota Fanning, Dianne Weist, Loretta Devine, and Laura Dern.
On purchasing this movie, I noticed the subheading of this movie read 'Love Is All You Need'. Upon reading this, I sensed that there would be a strong Beatles theme in this film. And I was right, not that it's bad thing.
With I Am Sam, Jessie Nelson has constructed an absolute masterpiece, and a definite improvement on sappiness of Stepmom, one of her previous prominent efforts (another disappointing thing about that film is that it featured Julia Roberts).
Sam Dawson (Sean Penn) is a mentally disabled man who works as a cleaner/floor sweeper at a neighborhood Starbucks coffee shop. Sam has the mental capabilities of a seven year old, which is hard enough, but he is also raising a seven-year-old daughter, Lucy (Dakota Fanning). Sam names his daughter Lucy Diamond after the Beatles classic 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds', and he has an obsessive knowledge of Beatles trivia.
Lucy was the consequence of a one-night stand, and is already smarter than her father. As a result of her growing intellectual capacity, she is intensely protective of Sam. Together they form a close-knit relationship that is threatened by the Department of Child Services, who believe that Sam cannot properly take care of Lucy. Consequently, Lucy is taken away from her father and placed into foster care.
Sam is in need of legal aid, so he enlists the help of his equally mentally challenged friends. As Sam and his friends have learned, the best attorneys have four names, so they raid the phone book and find Rita Harrison (Michelle Pfeiffer). Rita is a high-profile career woman who has a detached relationship with her son, and working with Sam on their impending case helps to give her some perspective. This is demonstrated in the communication skills and rapport shown between Sam and Lucy, and to a certain extent, Sam and Rita's son.
Together, Rita and Sam fight the legal system as underdogs. I Am Sam questions what defines the basis of a fit parent; is it the intellectual maturity displayed, or the level of love given?
Sean Penn leaves no doubt in my mind as to who is the best, most talented, and diverse actor around. His portrayal of Sam Dawson ranks very high (if not, at the top) among the greatest roles he has played. He spent a lot of time with L.A Goal, a Los Angeles non-profit organization that assist adults with developmental disabilities, in order to perfect his part. To his credit, Penn does not overact, but still displays a memorable performance that will be remembered as pure gold.
Dakota Fanning in her role as Lucy displays the cutesiness of a child, but also with the maturity of someone thrice her age. Michelle Pfeiffer, I believe, was born to play the part of Rita Harrison. She handles the role with relative effortlessness, and although she doesn't steal the show, she captures the essence of a typical career woman who is more focused on profession than family. It is a cinematic delight to watch her character change with the story.
In keeping with the spirit of the Beatles theme of I Am Sam, the soundtrack is full of Beatles classics. Unfortunately, due to song rights issues, the soundtrack features many accomplished artists covering the original recordings. Some of these are equally as brilliant as the originals. Among these are Eddie Vedder (from Pearl Jam) performing 'You've Got To Hide Your Love Away', The Black Crowes mastering 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds' and Ben Folds with 'Golden Slumbers'
In I Am Sam, I have a new favourite movie. As a male, it's not usually socially acceptable to admit to shedding a tear. But I'm going to break with tradition, and confess that I not only shed a tear during the movie, but I was openly weeping. I wholeheartedly recommend this movie to fans of Sean Penn, and to lovers of movies with artistic credibility and originality.
What are you waiting for?
My Rating: **** (out of 5)
- Fridge.
Year of release: 2001.
Writer/Director: Jessie Nelson.
Starring: Sean Penn, Michelle Pfeiffer, Dakota Fanning, Dianne Weist, Loretta Devine, and Laura Dern.
On purchasing this movie, I noticed the subheading of this movie read 'Love Is All You Need'. Upon reading this, I sensed that there would be a strong Beatles theme in this film. And I was right, not that it's bad thing.
With I Am Sam, Jessie Nelson has constructed an absolute masterpiece, and a definite improvement on sappiness of Stepmom, one of her previous prominent efforts (another disappointing thing about that film is that it featured Julia Roberts).
Sam Dawson (Sean Penn) is a mentally disabled man who works as a cleaner/floor sweeper at a neighborhood Starbucks coffee shop. Sam has the mental capabilities of a seven year old, which is hard enough, but he is also raising a seven-year-old daughter, Lucy (Dakota Fanning). Sam names his daughter Lucy Diamond after the Beatles classic 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds', and he has an obsessive knowledge of Beatles trivia.
Lucy was the consequence of a one-night stand, and is already smarter than her father. As a result of her growing intellectual capacity, she is intensely protective of Sam. Together they form a close-knit relationship that is threatened by the Department of Child Services, who believe that Sam cannot properly take care of Lucy. Consequently, Lucy is taken away from her father and placed into foster care.
Sam is in need of legal aid, so he enlists the help of his equally mentally challenged friends. As Sam and his friends have learned, the best attorneys have four names, so they raid the phone book and find Rita Harrison (Michelle Pfeiffer). Rita is a high-profile career woman who has a detached relationship with her son, and working with Sam on their impending case helps to give her some perspective. This is demonstrated in the communication skills and rapport shown between Sam and Lucy, and to a certain extent, Sam and Rita's son.
Together, Rita and Sam fight the legal system as underdogs. I Am Sam questions what defines the basis of a fit parent; is it the intellectual maturity displayed, or the level of love given?
Sean Penn leaves no doubt in my mind as to who is the best, most talented, and diverse actor around. His portrayal of Sam Dawson ranks very high (if not, at the top) among the greatest roles he has played. He spent a lot of time with L.A Goal, a Los Angeles non-profit organization that assist adults with developmental disabilities, in order to perfect his part. To his credit, Penn does not overact, but still displays a memorable performance that will be remembered as pure gold.
Dakota Fanning in her role as Lucy displays the cutesiness of a child, but also with the maturity of someone thrice her age. Michelle Pfeiffer, I believe, was born to play the part of Rita Harrison. She handles the role with relative effortlessness, and although she doesn't steal the show, she captures the essence of a typical career woman who is more focused on profession than family. It is a cinematic delight to watch her character change with the story.
In keeping with the spirit of the Beatles theme of I Am Sam, the soundtrack is full of Beatles classics. Unfortunately, due to song rights issues, the soundtrack features many accomplished artists covering the original recordings. Some of these are equally as brilliant as the originals. Among these are Eddie Vedder (from Pearl Jam) performing 'You've Got To Hide Your Love Away', The Black Crowes mastering 'Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds' and Ben Folds with 'Golden Slumbers'
In I Am Sam, I have a new favourite movie. As a male, it's not usually socially acceptable to admit to shedding a tear. But I'm going to break with tradition, and confess that I not only shed a tear during the movie, but I was openly weeping. I wholeheartedly recommend this movie to fans of Sean Penn, and to lovers of movies with artistic credibility and originality.
What are you waiting for?
My Rating: **** (out of 5)
- Fridge.
Recommended Viewing
Pootie Tang
Year of release: 2001.
Writer/Director: Louis C.K.
Starring: Lance Crouther, Chris Rock, Robert Vaughn, Jennifer Coolidge,
J.B Smoove, and Robert Vaughn.
This movie is set in Chicago, Illinois in 2001. Pootie Tang (Lance Crouther) is a rapper/movie star/crime fighter who is looked upon as a role model. The most original trait that he possesses is his vocabulary. No one can actually understand what he’s saying, but they always know what he means. Subtitles are a must here, and you might even start using words like ‘capachow’, ‘sa-da-tay’, and ‘leepa-leepa chai’ in your day-to-day life.
Pootie had a relatively normal childhood until his mother died, and in the space of a few short weeks, his father also died (how you ask? watch and find out). On his deathbed, Daddy Tang gives his belt to young Pootie. With that belt, he can defeat anyone who stands in his way. Among these enemies is a drug lord called Dirty Dee (Reg E. Cathey), and his enforcer, Froggy (J.D Williams).
Daddy Tang also gives Pootie some advice before he passes away; "Don’t let the ladies come between you and the belt".
Like Samson had his hair from which to draw strength, Pootie had the belt. But also like Samson, without that source of strength, he was a mere mortal.
Pootie also gains momentous popularity by appearing in a series of public service announcements, urging children to stay away from fast food, cigarettes and alcohol, industries that are all run by Corporate America, controlled by Dick Lecter (Robert Vaughn). Lecter and his evil employees’ first try to get Pootie on board to endorse his products, by proposing a one year, multi-million dollar deal for his services.
When this plan fails, Lecter and his board decide to take a more sinister route. Ireenie (Jennifer Coolidge), a white seductress, is sent out by Lecter to find Pootie’s weakness. But can she expose his weakness?
In Pootie Tang, Louis C.K writes and directs a film that serious DVD or video rental junkies should avoid at all costs. This movie is not meant for general consumption, meaning that there’s only a certain demographic that will get the humour in this film. On the handy side, for those that cannot follow the story, there are pop up screen titles whenever someone significant comes into the film.
This movie is not a cinematic masterpiece, nor is it socially significant, but if you’re looking for cheap laughs in the vein of Beavis And Butt-Head or The Chris Rock Show (from which the character of Pootie Tang was originally conceived), this is your movie.
I definitely rate this movie to be in the 12-20-age bracket. So if it’s a night in with your mates in front of the T.V, Pootie tang makes for ideal viewing.
My Rating: *** ½ (out of 5)
- Fridge.
Year of release: 2001.
Writer/Director: Louis C.K.
Starring: Lance Crouther, Chris Rock, Robert Vaughn, Jennifer Coolidge,
J.B Smoove, and Robert Vaughn.
This movie is set in Chicago, Illinois in 2001. Pootie Tang (Lance Crouther) is a rapper/movie star/crime fighter who is looked upon as a role model. The most original trait that he possesses is his vocabulary. No one can actually understand what he’s saying, but they always know what he means. Subtitles are a must here, and you might even start using words like ‘capachow’, ‘sa-da-tay’, and ‘leepa-leepa chai’ in your day-to-day life.
Pootie had a relatively normal childhood until his mother died, and in the space of a few short weeks, his father also died (how you ask? watch and find out). On his deathbed, Daddy Tang gives his belt to young Pootie. With that belt, he can defeat anyone who stands in his way. Among these enemies is a drug lord called Dirty Dee (Reg E. Cathey), and his enforcer, Froggy (J.D Williams).
Daddy Tang also gives Pootie some advice before he passes away; "Don’t let the ladies come between you and the belt".
Like Samson had his hair from which to draw strength, Pootie had the belt. But also like Samson, without that source of strength, he was a mere mortal.
Pootie also gains momentous popularity by appearing in a series of public service announcements, urging children to stay away from fast food, cigarettes and alcohol, industries that are all run by Corporate America, controlled by Dick Lecter (Robert Vaughn). Lecter and his evil employees’ first try to get Pootie on board to endorse his products, by proposing a one year, multi-million dollar deal for his services.
When this plan fails, Lecter and his board decide to take a more sinister route. Ireenie (Jennifer Coolidge), a white seductress, is sent out by Lecter to find Pootie’s weakness. But can she expose his weakness?
In Pootie Tang, Louis C.K writes and directs a film that serious DVD or video rental junkies should avoid at all costs. This movie is not meant for general consumption, meaning that there’s only a certain demographic that will get the humour in this film. On the handy side, for those that cannot follow the story, there are pop up screen titles whenever someone significant comes into the film.
This movie is not a cinematic masterpiece, nor is it socially significant, but if you’re looking for cheap laughs in the vein of Beavis And Butt-Head or The Chris Rock Show (from which the character of Pootie Tang was originally conceived), this is your movie.
I definitely rate this movie to be in the 12-20-age bracket. So if it’s a night in with your mates in front of the T.V, Pootie tang makes for ideal viewing.
My Rating: *** ½ (out of 5)
- Fridge.
Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Why, Trevor, Why?
I like Trevor from Big Brother. He seems like a cool guy who loves a laugh, and doesn’t seem to piss anyone off. But I lost a little respect for him when he proposed to his lady friend after winning 1 million dollars last night. I know, it’s mean for me to spoil their happiness, but consider this:
A proposal of marriage should be something done privately. Proposing in front of a live audience and TV viewers would make it extremely hard for Breea to say ‘no’. If she had said ‘no’, Australia would make her Public Enemy Number One.
Breea now has 1 million reasons to say ‘yes’. I must admit, they do look a cute couple, but with that ‘added incentive’, Breea now has 1 million reasons not to say ‘no’. If I were in Trevor’s shoes, I’d forever ask the question, “Does she only want me for my money?”
That poem was decent though, but probably best used for intimate moments. And there seems to be a no more intimate moment than a marriage proposal.
Think about it.
- Fridge.
A proposal of marriage should be something done privately. Proposing in front of a live audience and TV viewers would make it extremely hard for Breea to say ‘no’. If she had said ‘no’, Australia would make her Public Enemy Number One.
Breea now has 1 million reasons to say ‘yes’. I must admit, they do look a cute couple, but with that ‘added incentive’, Breea now has 1 million reasons not to say ‘no’. If I were in Trevor’s shoes, I’d forever ask the question, “Does she only want me for my money?”
That poem was decent though, but probably best used for intimate moments. And there seems to be a no more intimate moment than a marriage proposal.
Think about it.
- Fridge.
Ryan Should Have Won Big Brother!
Ashamedly, I watched quite a lot of Big Brother this season.
Before the coming into the house, I had always respected Ryan. His blossoming footy career came to a huge crash landing with a series of horrible injuries (11 in the past four years), yet he kept going at it. After coming into the house, I thought he was a mad laugh.
Another good thing about Ryan? He was the first housemate to think that Miriam was a bloke. To say to other people that you think someone is a gender-bender is gutsy at the very least.
Ryan also made Krystal (one of my most hated housemates) look like a total dumbass. Krystal confessed that she was once an exotic dancer, and said that at times her clients would fondle her breasts. Ryan then talked about a time he paid a woman for a "rub and tug", Krystal got offended (even that I congratulate Ryan for) when he compared it to her previous line of work. I hear you ask what a "rub and tug" is?
As Merlin put it (which is the only good thing he ever did), a rub and tug is "a massage with a happy ending". Krystal then told Ryan that she thought it was wrong for a woman to be paid to pleasure a man. She was an exotic dancer! Old men got their jollies by touching her awful looking tits.
Ryan, the complete and utter genius said, "What's the difference between tugging off a bloke and letting an old sweaty bloke grab your boobs?" There is no difference! Even a moron would know that. But then again, Krystal isn't your average, garden-variety moron.
She replied with, "The difference is that I would not touch an old man's penis and tug him off, I would rather him touch my boobies." I think she just confused herself, or dug herself deeper into a hole. Touching is touching, yet she thinks that touching someone's breasts is different from touching a penis. Apart from being different sexes, there isn't much difference. Ryan completely owned her there. I wish he could've done the same to Ashalea.
Long live Rootman!
- Fridge.
Before the coming into the house, I had always respected Ryan. His blossoming footy career came to a huge crash landing with a series of horrible injuries (11 in the past four years), yet he kept going at it. After coming into the house, I thought he was a mad laugh.
Another good thing about Ryan? He was the first housemate to think that Miriam was a bloke. To say to other people that you think someone is a gender-bender is gutsy at the very least.
Ryan also made Krystal (one of my most hated housemates) look like a total dumbass. Krystal confessed that she was once an exotic dancer, and said that at times her clients would fondle her breasts. Ryan then talked about a time he paid a woman for a "rub and tug", Krystal got offended (even that I congratulate Ryan for) when he compared it to her previous line of work. I hear you ask what a "rub and tug" is?
As Merlin put it (which is the only good thing he ever did), a rub and tug is "a massage with a happy ending". Krystal then told Ryan that she thought it was wrong for a woman to be paid to pleasure a man. She was an exotic dancer! Old men got their jollies by touching her awful looking tits.
Ryan, the complete and utter genius said, "What's the difference between tugging off a bloke and letting an old sweaty bloke grab your boobs?" There is no difference! Even a moron would know that. But then again, Krystal isn't your average, garden-variety moron.
She replied with, "The difference is that I would not touch an old man's penis and tug him off, I would rather him touch my boobies." I think she just confused herself, or dug herself deeper into a hole. Touching is touching, yet she thinks that touching someone's breasts is different from touching a penis. Apart from being different sexes, there isn't much difference. Ryan completely owned her there. I wish he could've done the same to Ashalea.
Long live Rootman!
- Fridge.
Monday, July 26, 2004
My All-Star Band
(1 member per band, 1 member per instrument)
First All-Star Band:
Vocals: Mike Patton (Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Fantomas, Tomahawk)
Guitar: Jerry Cantrell (Alice In Chains)
Bass: Les Claypool (Primus, Sausage)
Drums: Raymond Herrera (Fear Factory)
Keyboards/Piano: Elton John
Second All-Star Band:
Vocals: Christina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil)
Guitar: Dean DeLeo (Stone Temple Pilots)
Bass: Trevor Dunn (Mr Bungle, Fantomas)
Drums: Mike Bordin (Faith No More, Ozzy Osbourne, Jerry Cantrell)
Keyboards/Piano: Josh Silver (Type O Negative)
First All-Star Band:
Vocals: Mike Patton (Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Fantomas, Tomahawk)
Guitar: Jerry Cantrell (Alice In Chains)
Bass: Les Claypool (Primus, Sausage)
Drums: Raymond Herrera (Fear Factory)
Keyboards/Piano: Elton John
Second All-Star Band:
Vocals: Christina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil)
Guitar: Dean DeLeo (Stone Temple Pilots)
Bass: Trevor Dunn (Mr Bungle, Fantomas)
Drums: Mike Bordin (Faith No More, Ozzy Osbourne, Jerry Cantrell)
Keyboards/Piano: Josh Silver (Type O Negative)
My Top 10 Songs Of All-Time (1 song per band)
1) Retrovertigo - Mr Bungle
2) Secretly - Skunk Anansie
3) To Myself I Turned - Lacuna Coil
4) Friday, I'm In Love - The Cure
5) Jizzlobber - Faith No More
6)Adhesive - Stone Temple Pilots
7) Der Golem - Fantomas
8)You Know You're Right - Nirvana
9)The Great Beyond - R.E.M
10)Shame In You - Alice In Chains
- Fridge.
My Top 10 Albums of All-Time (1 album per band)
1) Angel Dust - Faith No More
2) California - Mr Bungle
3) Comalies - Lacuna Coil
4) Tiny Music: Songs From The Vatican Gift Shop - Stone Temple Pilots
5) The Director's Cut - Fantomas
6) Mit Gas - Tomahawk
7) Alice In Chains - Alice In Chains
8) Nirvana - Nirvana
9) Eight Arms To Hold You - Veruca Salt
10) Post Orgasmic Chill - Skunk Anansie
- Fridge
2) California - Mr Bungle
3) Comalies - Lacuna Coil
4) Tiny Music: Songs From The Vatican Gift Shop - Stone Temple Pilots
5) The Director's Cut - Fantomas
6) Mit Gas - Tomahawk
7) Alice In Chains - Alice In Chains
8) Nirvana - Nirvana
9) Eight Arms To Hold You - Veruca Salt
10) Post Orgasmic Chill - Skunk Anansie
- Fridge
Thursday, July 01, 2004
I need a fucking logo!!!
Hey eveyone,
It has come to my attention that I need an official logo for this site. If anyone has any ideas, or the know-how, post a comment here.
Thanks a million, people.
- Fridge.
It has come to my attention that I need an official logo for this site. If anyone has any ideas, or the know-how, post a comment here.
Thanks a million, people.
- Fridge.
Monday, June 28, 2004
Bloody Teenagers
Hey again,
I was at the local shops today, and I noticed that there were a lot of kids hanging around.
DURING SCHOOL TIME.
Why?
I am sick and tired of seeing kids skipping school, and loitering in public areas. Where in the hell are the parents? That’s right, they don’t know. And when they do know, they pass it off as a phase. But the more a kid misses school, the further behind in their education they become. But the kids don’t care. Most of them just want to get drunk, high and laid. Nobody wants to seem to learn any more.
That’s a fabulous life to aspire to, isn’t it?
When a parent places a child into a school, that parent expects a child to learn in a safe environment, where the child is supervised. When a child skips school, the child can often end up in a place which is sometimes unsafe. As a possible deterrent, I hope that child gets harassed or assaulted. He or she is shit itself, and possibly think twice before trying to skip school again.
Another thing that shits me is teenagers out at night, especially on the weekends. If there is a time and place that is unsafe, it’s at night in the city or somewhere completely gay like Norwood. The little shits constantly whore themselves around, scab cigarettes off people and try to get into ‘adult’ places, like nightclubs.
Little kids should not try to play ‘big people’ games. There’s a big chance that he or she will get raped, drugged, mugged, smacked up or worse. Maybe then he or she will learn a valuable lesson. If not:
I THINK THE BEST OPTION IS A CURFEW.
Nothing too gay, like 10pm, but something like 12:30am. That will give the little shits enough time to pretend to be big, and then they can go home and let the adults have their time without them. And once they reach adulthood, then they can come out and play with the big people.
- Fridge
I was at the local shops today, and I noticed that there were a lot of kids hanging around.
DURING SCHOOL TIME.
Why?
I am sick and tired of seeing kids skipping school, and loitering in public areas. Where in the hell are the parents? That’s right, they don’t know. And when they do know, they pass it off as a phase. But the more a kid misses school, the further behind in their education they become. But the kids don’t care. Most of them just want to get drunk, high and laid. Nobody wants to seem to learn any more.
That’s a fabulous life to aspire to, isn’t it?
When a parent places a child into a school, that parent expects a child to learn in a safe environment, where the child is supervised. When a child skips school, the child can often end up in a place which is sometimes unsafe. As a possible deterrent, I hope that child gets harassed or assaulted. He or she is shit itself, and possibly think twice before trying to skip school again.
Another thing that shits me is teenagers out at night, especially on the weekends. If there is a time and place that is unsafe, it’s at night in the city or somewhere completely gay like Norwood. The little shits constantly whore themselves around, scab cigarettes off people and try to get into ‘adult’ places, like nightclubs.
Little kids should not try to play ‘big people’ games. There’s a big chance that he or she will get raped, drugged, mugged, smacked up or worse. Maybe then he or she will learn a valuable lesson. If not:
I THINK THE BEST OPTION IS A CURFEW.
Nothing too gay, like 10pm, but something like 12:30am. That will give the little shits enough time to pretend to be big, and then they can go home and let the adults have their time without them. And once they reach adulthood, then they can come out and play with the big people.
- Fridge
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Who Is The World's Best Vocalist?
Who IS the world's best vocalist? Let's run a poll for 2 weeks, and by then, we will have a winner.
Voting will be by a 3-2-1 vote system, with 3 being your first preference, and one being your third. I will tally the votes, and in roughly 2 weeks, I will announce the winning vocalist right here. So just name your vocalists and the band(s) they are from.
My 3-2-1 goes like this:
3 - Mike Patton (Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Fantomas, Tomahawk)
2 - Christina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil)
1 - Skin (Skunk Anansie)
So get cracking!
- Fridge.
Voting will be by a 3-2-1 vote system, with 3 being your first preference, and one being your third. I will tally the votes, and in roughly 2 weeks, I will announce the winning vocalist right here. So just name your vocalists and the band(s) they are from.
My 3-2-1 goes like this:
3 - Mike Patton (Faith No More, Mr Bungle, Fantomas, Tomahawk)
2 - Christina Scabbia (Lacuna Coil)
1 - Skin (Skunk Anansie)
So get cracking!
- Fridge.
Friday, June 25, 2004
The World Is Fucked And So Are You.
Hey again, I'm in a very judgmental mood today.
Why?
Because I'm an asshole. This entitles me to say whatever I want, and not listen to what everyone else has to say (with a few exceptions). Anyways, even if I did listen, I still wouldn't care about them as a person.
Anyways, this year has been great. I'm having quite a bit of fun by intentionally losing 'friends'. I have a very low tolerance of people, and everyone at school (with a few exceptions) seems to test that tolerance level. The fun part is getting prank calls in the middle of the night (about the only time when I'm NOT asleep), and nasty letters, of which I have received 3 so far this month. Cheers guys. Without your support, I would not be enjoying my work nearly as much as I do. You're keeping me in business.
In the space of 15 minutes yesterday, I bumped into a bullshit artist, a walking orgasm, and someone who looks like they have been slapped with a fish. Now that's entertainment!
There seems to be a rumour floating around that I don't like to have fun. I LOVE FUN! There's nothing wrong with good, clean fun. By good, clean fun, I mean the kind of fun that WON"T get you drunk, high, arrested or assaulted. I have no time for people who abuse drugs and alcohol. I know full well the damage that shit can cause, and it's not something I would wish upon my worst enemies (yes, I have a lot of them.......great, isn't it?).
I also hate sexually promiscuous people. To the FUCKING RETARDED, promiscuous means not restricted to one sexual partner. Why would people want to degrade themselves? I think more people should stop 'fucking around'. I will laugh at you when you catch something.I know you're asking 'What do I care?'
I care about the country I live in, and I'm concerned that it's turning to shit. There's whores, people wanting to be whores, druggie dropkicks, nightclubbers, alcoholics, the government and Girl T.V. The more people that shut the fuck up, listen to the voice of reason (being me, of course), and do something about the country they live in, the better off our country will be.
Let's get back to the days where women acted decently, men were gentlemen, and people respected each other.
Isn't that what we all want?
- Fridge.
Why?
Because I'm an asshole. This entitles me to say whatever I want, and not listen to what everyone else has to say (with a few exceptions). Anyways, even if I did listen, I still wouldn't care about them as a person.
Anyways, this year has been great. I'm having quite a bit of fun by intentionally losing 'friends'. I have a very low tolerance of people, and everyone at school (with a few exceptions) seems to test that tolerance level. The fun part is getting prank calls in the middle of the night (about the only time when I'm NOT asleep), and nasty letters, of which I have received 3 so far this month. Cheers guys. Without your support, I would not be enjoying my work nearly as much as I do. You're keeping me in business.
In the space of 15 minutes yesterday, I bumped into a bullshit artist, a walking orgasm, and someone who looks like they have been slapped with a fish. Now that's entertainment!
There seems to be a rumour floating around that I don't like to have fun. I LOVE FUN! There's nothing wrong with good, clean fun. By good, clean fun, I mean the kind of fun that WON"T get you drunk, high, arrested or assaulted. I have no time for people who abuse drugs and alcohol. I know full well the damage that shit can cause, and it's not something I would wish upon my worst enemies (yes, I have a lot of them.......great, isn't it?).
I also hate sexually promiscuous people. To the FUCKING RETARDED, promiscuous means not restricted to one sexual partner. Why would people want to degrade themselves? I think more people should stop 'fucking around'. I will laugh at you when you catch something.I know you're asking 'What do I care?'
I care about the country I live in, and I'm concerned that it's turning to shit. There's whores, people wanting to be whores, druggie dropkicks, nightclubbers, alcoholics, the government and Girl T.V. The more people that shut the fuck up, listen to the voice of reason (being me, of course), and do something about the country they live in, the better off our country will be.
Let's get back to the days where women acted decently, men were gentlemen, and people respected each other.
Isn't that what we all want?
- Fridge.
My Solution For World Peace.
Okay, here's how we do it: At a universally agreed time (so not as to offend and religious or social groups), go to sleep. How can you hate, or even go to war with someone when you are asleep?
- Fridge.
- Fridge.
I hate everyone.
You know what I really hate?
Apart from people and animals, people who misuse the phrase 'rock'. As in 'You guys rock', 'Justin Timberlake rocks' etc etc.
When someone says to you, 'You guys rock', and you're not in a rock band.............Slap the fucker for me.
When people refer to certain 'musicians' by saying they 'rock', when that said 'artist' quite clearly does not, beat the almighty out of them.
Newsflash retards: You cannot 'rock' unless you actually ROCK. But what IS ROCK, I hear you simpler folk ask. ROCK is freedom, ROCK is (or more accurately was)rebellion. It (like any other genre or subculture) is NOT about fashion, it is a lifestyle. It is about being yourself, not a slave or a clone for corporate consumerism.
Females (especially those in the 12-18 age bracket), in particular, seem to have a need to be just like everyone else. I cannot leave my house without seeing some dumb slurry at my local shops (skipping school, undoubtedly) making herself look fucking stupid by wearing something inappropriate. What IS inappropriate, you ask? To me (and I am a great judge), inappropriate is wearing something like a boob tube in the fuckin snow, or wearing suggestive or overly revealing outfits. Shit like that.
And guys, don't think that you can get away with this either. What's with all the homes? I feel like I'm in a KKK L.A or something. Why do you try to be something you are not? You slack fucks loiter in public places (especially shopping centres) with your equally pathetic mates, looking for people to scab money or cigarettes from, and trying to scam some 'bitches' or 'hoes'. Here's another newsflash: Most of you are WHITE!!!!!
To me (and I'm a great judge) real 'homies' are black AMERICAN guys, who live in the 'ghettos' rob liquor stores, and occasionally kill people too. If you 'Aussie Homies' don't 'keep it real', I will 'pop a cap in YOUR ass'!!!
There seems to be a lack of moral decency when it comes to fashion, nowadays. And come to mention it, there's a lack of decency when it comes to people. You are all fuckwits.
Go to hell.
- Fridge.
Apart from people and animals, people who misuse the phrase 'rock'. As in 'You guys rock', 'Justin Timberlake rocks' etc etc.
When someone says to you, 'You guys rock', and you're not in a rock band.............Slap the fucker for me.
When people refer to certain 'musicians' by saying they 'rock', when that said 'artist' quite clearly does not, beat the almighty out of them.
Newsflash retards: You cannot 'rock' unless you actually ROCK. But what IS ROCK, I hear you simpler folk ask. ROCK is freedom, ROCK is (or more accurately was)rebellion. It (like any other genre or subculture) is NOT about fashion, it is a lifestyle. It is about being yourself, not a slave or a clone for corporate consumerism.
Females (especially those in the 12-18 age bracket), in particular, seem to have a need to be just like everyone else. I cannot leave my house without seeing some dumb slurry at my local shops (skipping school, undoubtedly) making herself look fucking stupid by wearing something inappropriate. What IS inappropriate, you ask? To me (and I am a great judge), inappropriate is wearing something like a boob tube in the fuckin snow, or wearing suggestive or overly revealing outfits. Shit like that.
And guys, don't think that you can get away with this either. What's with all the homes? I feel like I'm in a KKK L.A or something. Why do you try to be something you are not? You slack fucks loiter in public places (especially shopping centres) with your equally pathetic mates, looking for people to scab money or cigarettes from, and trying to scam some 'bitches' or 'hoes'. Here's another newsflash: Most of you are WHITE!!!!!
To me (and I'm a great judge) real 'homies' are black AMERICAN guys, who live in the 'ghettos' rob liquor stores, and occasionally kill people too. If you 'Aussie Homies' don't 'keep it real', I will 'pop a cap in YOUR ass'!!!
There seems to be a lack of moral decency when it comes to fashion, nowadays. And come to mention it, there's a lack of decency when it comes to people. You are all fuckwits.
Go to hell.
- Fridge.
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Killer Cuts 2
This week: My Ruin - American Psycho.
This song will rip you to shreds!!! Can you believe that the vocals (screaming included)are by Tairrie B, a chick???
Believe it. This song is very aggressive, but not in a death metal way, and that's a great thing. This band kick ass in a big way, and I sincerely hope they find it in their hearts to visit Australia.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
-Fridge.
This song will rip you to shreds!!! Can you believe that the vocals (screaming included)are by Tairrie B, a chick???
Believe it. This song is very aggressive, but not in a death metal way, and that's a great thing. This band kick ass in a big way, and I sincerely hope they find it in their hearts to visit Australia.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
-Fridge.
My Hall Of Fame 2
This week's inductee is:
Robert Long.
This dude is my 14 year old brother, and also one of my closest mates. We have always been close, and we do a lot of shit together. I can't speak highly enough of this dude, because he is genuinely great at everything he does. Football, cricket, basketball, school, fixing his bike, God the list goes on.
So cheers to you, Robbo. You deserve all the accolades that come your way.
- Fridge.
Robert Long.
This dude is my 14 year old brother, and also one of my closest mates. We have always been close, and we do a lot of shit together. I can't speak highly enough of this dude, because he is genuinely great at everything he does. Football, cricket, basketball, school, fixing his bike, God the list goes on.
So cheers to you, Robbo. You deserve all the accolades that come your way.
- Fridge.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Women are just as sexist as men............
Hey folks,
Women piss me off. Especially feminazis. Here's a great example why:
The other day (no it wasn't a weekend, so quit you're bitching, fucktard), I went to the local gym. My sole purpose was to get myself fit for a likely basketball season.
At the foyer, I was greeted by a pudgy, little maggot named CinnamonDonut, who obviously wasn't an instructor. When I enquired about a membership, she explained that it was a female-only gym.
Needless to say, I was very royally pissed (yes, I know I'm always pissed, but this time I was really pissed). So I argued these points to her:
a) It's sexist - she replied that only men are sexist. What a load of bullshit. Exclusion from anything on the basis of gender is sexism. So quite clearly, women are equally as guilty as men. Simple enough? No?
How come girls can be involved in Scouts, but boys can't do Girl Guides?
How come there are women-only gyms, but no men-only gyms?
Are men allowed to join feminist groups?
How come some schools offer Womens' Studies as a class, but there's no such thing as Mens' Studies?
b) Men are just as self-conscious as women -CinnamonDonut said that a reason for female-only gyms was the fact that women wanted to Exercise without being uncomfortable in the presence of men. Hey bitch, we get that same feeling too, and we don't like it either!!! We get ogled in the street (however, we don't get harassed at construction sites), we get propositioned at pubs, and we like to perve at women just as much as women like to perve at us (not me directly, I'm too ugly). You dream about guys like Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Hugh Jackoff. but we are cool with that. We got enough on our minds anyways. Like working, paying the bills, putting the kids through school, stuff that you don't do.
Simple enough yet?
It works both ways, ladies. But only one gender really gives a shit.
The women.
- Fridge.
Women piss me off. Especially feminazis. Here's a great example why:
The other day (no it wasn't a weekend, so quit you're bitching, fucktard), I went to the local gym. My sole purpose was to get myself fit for a likely basketball season.
At the foyer, I was greeted by a pudgy, little maggot named CinnamonDonut, who obviously wasn't an instructor. When I enquired about a membership, she explained that it was a female-only gym.
Needless to say, I was very royally pissed (yes, I know I'm always pissed, but this time I was really pissed). So I argued these points to her:
a) It's sexist - she replied that only men are sexist. What a load of bullshit. Exclusion from anything on the basis of gender is sexism. So quite clearly, women are equally as guilty as men. Simple enough? No?
How come girls can be involved in Scouts, but boys can't do Girl Guides?
How come there are women-only gyms, but no men-only gyms?
Are men allowed to join feminist groups?
How come some schools offer Womens' Studies as a class, but there's no such thing as Mens' Studies?
b) Men are just as self-conscious as women -CinnamonDonut said that a reason for female-only gyms was the fact that women wanted to Exercise without being uncomfortable in the presence of men. Hey bitch, we get that same feeling too, and we don't like it either!!! We get ogled in the street (however, we don't get harassed at construction sites), we get propositioned at pubs, and we like to perve at women just as much as women like to perve at us (not me directly, I'm too ugly). You dream about guys like Brad Pitt, George Clooney and Hugh Jackoff. but we are cool with that. We got enough on our minds anyways. Like working, paying the bills, putting the kids through school, stuff that you don't do.
Simple enough yet?
It works both ways, ladies. But only one gender really gives a shit.
The women.
- Fridge.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
The Asshole Manifesto
This is my manifesto, written last year:
A new beginning enters through the door that the past slams shut. I choose to close myself off from my emotions.
The showing of emotions = vulnerability.
I can’t control my emotions. But I can bottle them up. By keeping a lid on what I feel, I can never reveal my true self to the outside world. I doubt that even I know my true self. I cry myself to sleep with these secrets I choose to keep.
My insides churn at the thought of you knowing how I feel about you. Pretending not to care is becoming tougher by the day. Inferiority is my best friend. I wear it like a hat. I can’t remember what love feels like.
Life is passing me by.
I wake up every day, wishing it were my last. I’m not a burden anyone should bear. The weight of a thousand men rests on my shoulders.
My pain reassures me, it consoles me, and it fits me like a shoe. I am capable of loving someone as deep as an ocean, but I fear I will never get that chance.
Everything I touch turns to shit. Have you seen my will to live? I seem to have lost it. My invisible friends are my only friends. I am helpless, but not helpless. I take comfort in my sadness. I am happily sad.
‘Tis not better to lose in love than to never love at all. Never knowing love knows not the fear of heartache. The sleepless nights are often the loneliest.
Would you like some pancakes?
I am a disease. I am a piece of shit. Everyone knows that. And for all those that don’t, I should try harder. I should throw in the towel, or should I keep it and hang myself with it?
It’s time to cut my losses, and my wrists.
Nikki Webster will be working at your local McDonalds this time next year.
Maybe I should open up to you. Maybe then I will know where I stand; maybe I will know where I sit. Sometimes I don’t know whether I am coming or going. I am going nowhere, and I’m making good time.
These are the words of me. These innermost secrets might as well be revealed from the keeper.
Without you, I am nothing.
Without you, I am something.
Persecute me not for who I am, but for who you think I am. Ask forgiveness for future acts of discrimination. I may not have directly burdened you with my company, but chances are you will know someone who has. Pity them, as their lifelong despair is just about to begin.
I miss the sight of you in spite of everything. I long for one last embrace, not an empty silence over a telephone line. Every day without you is longer than the day before. There is no tomorrow.
But before I have time to grasp the concept of a never ending today, I have to think about all my yesterdays. I regret everything, and everyone. And I am confident that you think the same way. But I am not confident in myself. Every day takes you further away from me, and part of me believes that this is for the best.
I feel sorry for you, but I am not even close to feeling sorry for myself.
I need time to think, I need time to drink.
I need time to take all this in. I need time to let it all out.
My hand throbs from the pain of writing what I feel, but to be able to express my thoughts, my feelings and my concerns pains me tenfold. But it is a necessary process. This is my manifesto.
Happiness. A calm, blue ocean. A married couple, two kids, and a home in the suburbs. The great Australian dream, the great universal cliché. A cliché I shall never know, a life I will never have the privilege of experiencing.
I have problems. Everyone has problems. We are fat, we are ugly, we wear happy pants, and we sometimes have braces. We are the minority. We are the lepers of society. Some of us long to become white bread society folk, some of us long to eat white bread.
I am like a goldfish, swimming in my own excrement.
I could have been the cure, but I am more likely to be the disease. I am nothing. I once had dreams, but I gave them up when I realised that they mattered little in comparison with achievements.
I have it better than some, but that doesn’t make me feel any better. I bite my toenails. I can change if I wanted to. I am swimming in a stream of unconsciousness.
I am a man of contradiction. I am not a man of contradiction.
I feel a lot better now that these words have flowed on to paper. This is unedited, uncensored and unadulterated emotion, the very kind of which I was afraid to reveal from the beginning. After reading this, I guarantee you that your opinion of me will have changed.
I wish mine could.
A new beginning enters through the door that the past slams shut. I choose to close myself off from my emotions.
The showing of emotions = vulnerability.
I can’t control my emotions. But I can bottle them up. By keeping a lid on what I feel, I can never reveal my true self to the outside world. I doubt that even I know my true self. I cry myself to sleep with these secrets I choose to keep.
My insides churn at the thought of you knowing how I feel about you. Pretending not to care is becoming tougher by the day. Inferiority is my best friend. I wear it like a hat. I can’t remember what love feels like.
Life is passing me by.
I wake up every day, wishing it were my last. I’m not a burden anyone should bear. The weight of a thousand men rests on my shoulders.
My pain reassures me, it consoles me, and it fits me like a shoe. I am capable of loving someone as deep as an ocean, but I fear I will never get that chance.
Everything I touch turns to shit. Have you seen my will to live? I seem to have lost it. My invisible friends are my only friends. I am helpless, but not helpless. I take comfort in my sadness. I am happily sad.
‘Tis not better to lose in love than to never love at all. Never knowing love knows not the fear of heartache. The sleepless nights are often the loneliest.
Would you like some pancakes?
I am a disease. I am a piece of shit. Everyone knows that. And for all those that don’t, I should try harder. I should throw in the towel, or should I keep it and hang myself with it?
It’s time to cut my losses, and my wrists.
Nikki Webster will be working at your local McDonalds this time next year.
Maybe I should open up to you. Maybe then I will know where I stand; maybe I will know where I sit. Sometimes I don’t know whether I am coming or going. I am going nowhere, and I’m making good time.
These are the words of me. These innermost secrets might as well be revealed from the keeper.
Without you, I am nothing.
Without you, I am something.
Persecute me not for who I am, but for who you think I am. Ask forgiveness for future acts of discrimination. I may not have directly burdened you with my company, but chances are you will know someone who has. Pity them, as their lifelong despair is just about to begin.
I miss the sight of you in spite of everything. I long for one last embrace, not an empty silence over a telephone line. Every day without you is longer than the day before. There is no tomorrow.
But before I have time to grasp the concept of a never ending today, I have to think about all my yesterdays. I regret everything, and everyone. And I am confident that you think the same way. But I am not confident in myself. Every day takes you further away from me, and part of me believes that this is for the best.
I feel sorry for you, but I am not even close to feeling sorry for myself.
I need time to think, I need time to drink.
I need time to take all this in. I need time to let it all out.
My hand throbs from the pain of writing what I feel, but to be able to express my thoughts, my feelings and my concerns pains me tenfold. But it is a necessary process. This is my manifesto.
Happiness. A calm, blue ocean. A married couple, two kids, and a home in the suburbs. The great Australian dream, the great universal cliché. A cliché I shall never know, a life I will never have the privilege of experiencing.
I have problems. Everyone has problems. We are fat, we are ugly, we wear happy pants, and we sometimes have braces. We are the minority. We are the lepers of society. Some of us long to become white bread society folk, some of us long to eat white bread.
I am like a goldfish, swimming in my own excrement.
I could have been the cure, but I am more likely to be the disease. I am nothing. I once had dreams, but I gave them up when I realised that they mattered little in comparison with achievements.
I have it better than some, but that doesn’t make me feel any better. I bite my toenails. I can change if I wanted to. I am swimming in a stream of unconsciousness.
I am a man of contradiction. I am not a man of contradiction.
I feel a lot better now that these words have flowed on to paper. This is unedited, uncensored and unadulterated emotion, the very kind of which I was afraid to reveal from the beginning. After reading this, I guarantee you that your opinion of me will have changed.
I wish mine could.
My Hall of Shame
Hahahahaha!!!!!
Is there no other option but to give this inaugural award to FauxChrist?
She is such a hypocrite religious type, whose Christian beliefs are not as strong as one would like to think. Hypocrisy is one of my strongest hates. And the fact that she's a total cock cuddler means she's a mile ahead of the competition.
I hope you die.
-Fridge.
Is there no other option but to give this inaugural award to FauxChrist?
She is such a hypocrite religious type, whose Christian beliefs are not as strong as one would like to think. Hypocrisy is one of my strongest hates. And the fact that she's a total cock cuddler means she's a mile ahead of the competition.
I hope you die.
-Fridge.
My Hall of Fame
The inaugural inductees into my Hall of Fame are:
Tim Cook, and
Sylvia Stevens.
Tim Cook: My best mate of around 4-5 years, this guy has been with me through thick and thin, and I love him to death. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for him or his family. Words cannot express the gratitude I have for him.
Sylvia Stevens: Tim's other half, but an equal half at that. Such an amazing compassionate girl, with a heart as big as Australia. Having my two best mates living under the same roof is such a rare occurrence these days, but it is indeed a perfect arrangement for me, as I can see them both at the same time.
Cheers Guys!!!!
-Fridge.
Tim Cook, and
Sylvia Stevens.
Tim Cook: My best mate of around 4-5 years, this guy has been with me through thick and thin, and I love him to death. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for him or his family. Words cannot express the gratitude I have for him.
Sylvia Stevens: Tim's other half, but an equal half at that. Such an amazing compassionate girl, with a heart as big as Australia. Having my two best mates living under the same roof is such a rare occurrence these days, but it is indeed a perfect arrangement for me, as I can see them both at the same time.
Cheers Guys!!!!
-Fridge.
Killer Cut
Skunk Anansie - Charlie Big Potato.
Skin has an amazing voice, and can rip your sensitive ears of with her high octave vocal spasms. Equipped with an exceptional rhythm section, this song almost has it all. With a Middle Eastern intro, when the band hits full stride, it blows you away.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
-Fridge.
Skin has an amazing voice, and can rip your sensitive ears of with her high octave vocal spasms. Equipped with an exceptional rhythm section, this song almost has it all. With a Middle Eastern intro, when the band hits full stride, it blows you away.
If you don't dig this, you aren't worth knowing!
-Fridge.
Friday, May 28, 2004
It's time to establish a few facts here.............
Someone (and I think you know who)has decided to step up to the invisible plate and start spinning shit. HAHAHA!!!! How sad. What she said really was below the belt, and at that moment, i cried the first of many rivers of tears for the evening.
Me??? Get a life??? For your information, and this might be a little hard for someone of your limited intelligence to comprehend, I have a life. It just doesn't consist of meaningless activities like being seen at a monument for recreational drug use.
Unlike you, I study my ass off. That's why I was pissed at you. The other, and most important reason, is that I don't want to hear you talk drivel about what you do on your weekends. I also don't appreciate hearing about your seemingly regular sexual conquests. You don't see me running my mouth about such matters, do you? Don't complain when you catch something off some random guy you shagged, probably for a free drink.
Forgive me for being brutally honest with you, but you suck. When you get older, and you have a life with minimal substance, you will thank me for attempting to rectify this situation. Someone says you think I have been avoiding you. She, and i told her this, got it dead wrong. I haven't seen you around. If I had, would it be wrong to NOT to come and sit with you? Maybe I need some time on my own, as I feel very claustraphobic around people and dogs. Which category do you fit in?
I know, your sidekick is a club nut too. But unlike you, she had the guts to talk to me about her grievances. and you talk about having a war with me? And you tell me I have no life?? Your words seem very autobiographical here, love. Girls like you are a dime a dozen.
If you have a problem with me, speak to me about it. You chose this avenue for debate, and it's not like me to dissappoint.
You called for a war? I heed this call, with open arms.
Up for it?
Me??? Get a life??? For your information, and this might be a little hard for someone of your limited intelligence to comprehend, I have a life. It just doesn't consist of meaningless activities like being seen at a monument for recreational drug use.
Unlike you, I study my ass off. That's why I was pissed at you. The other, and most important reason, is that I don't want to hear you talk drivel about what you do on your weekends. I also don't appreciate hearing about your seemingly regular sexual conquests. You don't see me running my mouth about such matters, do you? Don't complain when you catch something off some random guy you shagged, probably for a free drink.
Forgive me for being brutally honest with you, but you suck. When you get older, and you have a life with minimal substance, you will thank me for attempting to rectify this situation. Someone says you think I have been avoiding you. She, and i told her this, got it dead wrong. I haven't seen you around. If I had, would it be wrong to NOT to come and sit with you? Maybe I need some time on my own, as I feel very claustraphobic around people and dogs. Which category do you fit in?
I know, your sidekick is a club nut too. But unlike you, she had the guts to talk to me about her grievances. and you talk about having a war with me? And you tell me I have no life?? Your words seem very autobiographical here, love. Girls like you are a dime a dozen.
If you have a problem with me, speak to me about it. You chose this avenue for debate, and it's not like me to dissappoint.
You called for a war? I heed this call, with open arms.
Up for it?
Monday, April 26, 2004
April School Holidays 2004
G'day everyone!
What an unremarkable waste of a holiday. I didn't get up to much, and what I did do, I overdid to the extreme. You see, On the 24th of April, 2004, I passed out drunk for the very first time.
I know you're all probably thinking, 'Why the fuck would we want to know?'
Here's the deal: THIS IS MY BLOODY WEBSITE!!!!!!!!!!
And besides, nothing interesting really ever happens in my life, so shut up and keep reading. My beloved Port Adelaide Magpies are not going so well in the SANFL right now. They are 0-3, and not looking likely to be competitive any time soon. Times are tough down at Alberton, and for the first time in who knows how long, we are in a huge rebuilding phase at the club.
Our list is young, with the exception of Nigel Fiegert, Fabian Francis, Che Cockatoo-Collins, Ricky O'Loughlin and Mark Clayton, who are experienced campaigners for the club. Take this factor, and the fact that over the past 6 or so seasons, Port has lost a lot of experienced players and potential future champions. Take away the likes of Delaney, Hodges, Borlase, Northeast, Brown, Ginever, Fiacchi, Mead, Poole, Steed, Carter, Lyle, Wait, Miller, Didak, Fiora, Smith and Beinke and there goes the backbone of 6 premiership sides in the 1990's, and the possible foundation of tomorrow's champion Magpies side. But you can't blame those who sought careers in the AFL, because the younger players should be tested at the elite level. But it does eat away at the talent pool at Port Adelaide.
Maybe the problem lies in the fact that today's Port side don't have the same killer instinct as the sides of yesteryear. Past generation teams knew how to win hard but fair, and that there was no such thing as a good loss. Maybe that's what today's side lacks. The decision to recruit an 'outsider', ie Matthew Knights, to coach the club could be a factor. I'm sure he is a good coach, but maybe that's not what the Magpies need. History shows that all the great Port sides were coached by a former club great. Ok ok, I know that Fos Williams originally came from West Adelaide, but that man was a rare exception to the rule. Maybe the players would respond better to someone who lives and breathes the culture of the Port Adelaide Magpies Football Club.
I'm glad I got that out of my system. Anyways, here's to the best of luck for the 2004 season.
Cheers,
Fridge.
What an unremarkable waste of a holiday. I didn't get up to much, and what I did do, I overdid to the extreme. You see, On the 24th of April, 2004, I passed out drunk for the very first time.
I know you're all probably thinking, 'Why the fuck would we want to know?'
Here's the deal: THIS IS MY BLOODY WEBSITE!!!!!!!!!!
And besides, nothing interesting really ever happens in my life, so shut up and keep reading. My beloved Port Adelaide Magpies are not going so well in the SANFL right now. They are 0-3, and not looking likely to be competitive any time soon. Times are tough down at Alberton, and for the first time in who knows how long, we are in a huge rebuilding phase at the club.
Our list is young, with the exception of Nigel Fiegert, Fabian Francis, Che Cockatoo-Collins, Ricky O'Loughlin and Mark Clayton, who are experienced campaigners for the club. Take this factor, and the fact that over the past 6 or so seasons, Port has lost a lot of experienced players and potential future champions. Take away the likes of Delaney, Hodges, Borlase, Northeast, Brown, Ginever, Fiacchi, Mead, Poole, Steed, Carter, Lyle, Wait, Miller, Didak, Fiora, Smith and Beinke and there goes the backbone of 6 premiership sides in the 1990's, and the possible foundation of tomorrow's champion Magpies side. But you can't blame those who sought careers in the AFL, because the younger players should be tested at the elite level. But it does eat away at the talent pool at Port Adelaide.
Maybe the problem lies in the fact that today's Port side don't have the same killer instinct as the sides of yesteryear. Past generation teams knew how to win hard but fair, and that there was no such thing as a good loss. Maybe that's what today's side lacks. The decision to recruit an 'outsider', ie Matthew Knights, to coach the club could be a factor. I'm sure he is a good coach, but maybe that's not what the Magpies need. History shows that all the great Port sides were coached by a former club great. Ok ok, I know that Fos Williams originally came from West Adelaide, but that man was a rare exception to the rule. Maybe the players would respond better to someone who lives and breathes the culture of the Port Adelaide Magpies Football Club.
I'm glad I got that out of my system. Anyways, here's to the best of luck for the 2004 season.
Cheers,
Fridge.
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