Ego Drop

Well like the markets at the moment, my ego is being murdered, so far it's been hit by a car, shot up by gangsters, fired out of a cannon into a pyramid of week old doughnuts, and worst of all it ate a jar of vegemite. When it rains it pours, right, well it's raining right now in Dave Land, actually it's hailing, with the ice being the size of a fist, and the winds being so hard, that when you walk outside it's like 'god' punching you in every possible spot imagined.

Speaking of god, I've been listening to Modest Mouse recently and came across this song Bukowski, pretty cool song, but why I like it is because of it's jeer at god. The second verse going:

If God controls the land and disease, 
keeps a watchful eye on me, 
If he's really so damn mighty, 
my problem is I can't see, 
well who would wanna be? 
Who would wanna be such a control freak? 
Well who would wanna be? 
Who would wanna be such a control freak

Last post for this month, woo.

Dave

Death

It's a touchy subject, it's so filled with sadness because of the loss of life, but is it really? No one has come back from the dead to tell us, so we have to have guesses and come up with theories. So I'm going to say hell, here's a theory that's been overlooked. What if death is like one giant party, and no one comes back from the dead because they are having such a good time? Like a movie that the dead are so immersed in that no one leaves the cinema for a toilet break.

Stranger things have happened (George W. Bush elected twice?).

Dave

Adventurous...

I like to live life on the edge, for example today I did a poo in a public toilets. Now, you're probably thinking I'm crazy and I don't blame you, however, know that there was no cheek-to-plastic touching. I dropped it like an atomic bomb - which by the way was the mother of all drive-bys, you gangstas should take a lesson. I still got a rebound splash, that's the worst isn't it? When you do a poo to expel a foul piece of excrement and then all it comes right back at you.

Maybe this is where they got the inspiration for that Lord of the Rings scene where the fire balrog falls from the bridge but halfway down throws his whip up and grabs Gandalf - further truth! Remove the letters 'alr' what do you have.... I'm onto you Peter Jackson.

Dave

Dog Talk

So I just had a shower at a quarter to twelve and my dog had curled up and was falling asleep when I came in and rudely awoke him. He just gave me that look that said:

"Why can't you just lick yourself quietly?"

Dave

Life of Evil?

Take this obscure concept, let's assume for a second that the entire world was pure evil. It's not that hard to imagine I bet. Continuing, we're all evil then a hero would be a villain, right? However, someone who is good would then be a renegade, a rebel, a traitor. Well, lets take this concept back into the real world. We're currently in a crisis where good guys are a dying breed, getting shut out of the world by skater dudes and emo/goth types. Just imagine the day will come when not being a stereotype will be considered to be evil.

It's a scary world we live in, no?

Dave.

So... Indeed

Today walking back from uni, I had Beethoven's Ode to Joy stuck in my head - I don't know why.  So I just had to ask myself two questions:

"Why is this song stuck in my head?"

"And why am I asking my questions out loud?"

Dave.

11 days...

Well, it's been eleven days without a blog so I thought I would writes something:

Yellow frog cheese munchers

Ok, good bye

Dave

Just kidding. Anyway, I don't know about you guys but I've been rather busy, it's a tough life being a university student I mean how are you meant to go out drinking when you have to wake up at bloody 6:00! How?! I don't know how, only that  I've done it for like the last two weeks straight. And ugh, it never stops. I have to write my resume too...

Toodle loo

Dave