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august 26, 2003: update: 

 

me = older (22)

page = new section

new article? = yes

life = great

sexual prowess = me (none) them (unsatisfied)

 

no, but seriously, i don't intend on keeping this page updated much, as it's mainly people i know that look at it, so read through some of the old stuff, and if you like it or would like more, send me an e-mail...

 

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may 8th, 2003: well, i hate to say it, but i'm back... where have i been? you nosey fucker! go give head to that 60 year old woman who goes to the shop wearing nothing but spandex and a camel toe... one that looks like a mashed paw-paw wrapped in nylon... even with the drippings... 

 

jesus... that was stupid...

 

decided to find out why i can't sleep at night using a free-writing technique... this is why...

 

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january 19th, 2003: some may wonder how much i hate this goddamned planet, in fact, i think i may hate it enough to just go ahead and kill myself...

 

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january 12th, 2003: "Computer games don't affect kids, I mean if Pac Man affected us as kids, we'd all run around in a darkened room munching pills and listening to repetitive music...." -- - Kristian Wilson, CEO, Nintendo Gaming Corporation, Inc, 1989.

 

i hate ravers so much...

 

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january 5th, 2003: i just found this really interesting, people, especially us males, are quite interesting creatures...

 

p.s. the images and hastings street sections are gone now too, they were stupid and i'm never going to use them... much like the labia massagers i received for christmas...

 

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december 23rd, 2002: update for rob, sorry if i came up short, well i know this guy came up short anyway... repeatedly...

 

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november 22nd, 2002: new article...

 

i get to go to the gold coast saturday, well, tomorrow, whoo! muchos fun...

 

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november 13th, 2002: is it just me or does anyone else miss the sniper? i started to depend on waking up with more on this interesting little critter...

 

just me?

 

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november 12th, 2002: being in my early 20's i'm already starting to feel age creep up on me... but this kinda changed when i watched back to the future tonight... based on marty mcfly's age, and when the movie was set, his character would have been born in 1968, making him 34 today, doc brown sent marty back in time 30 years from when he was 17, making the year 1955, if doc had offered me the same opportunity, i would have traveled back in time 30 years from when i was 17, making the year 1968, which was the year marty mcfly was born... 

 

or: i'm only 21 and should just get over it...

 

interesting side note: when watching my cherished childhood movies tonight, i realized that the date the clock tower was struck by lightning was november 12th, 1955... i know the year has no relevance to this, but i thought that the date i bought it was the same as the pivotal date in the series... bah... 

 

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november 6th, 2002: i have articles and images sections now, don't expect much yet though... 

 

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november 3rd, 2002: i'm not going to begin to describe how fucking bad i feel today...

 

i feel like this...

 

oh and mundy won in the 11th... fucking shit...

 

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november 2nd, 2002: holy fuckballs! the year's almost over!!!

 

what do i care? 

 

oooh, tonight is the thornberry - mundine fight, or as i like to call him mundy...

 

can you tell i'm hung over?

 

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october 31st, 2002: oh yes!

 

totally what punk culture is like in noosa... well, when i say punk i'm using the term loosely enough to be conisidered pop...

 

stupid fuckheads, they'll probably be dressed like twats tonight too...

 

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october 30th, 2002: got a couple of new links up...

 

i am convinced that pretty much every girl, minus maybe 2 or 3, in this town have deep-rooted emotional problems, in other words, fuck off and leave me alone...

 

yeah you know...

 

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october 29th, 2002: ok you all want to know what all the little fuck-hole underage wanker shitty fuck fucks in noosa are like???

 

welcome to hastings street...

 

yeah these guys aren't from here, but it's just the same anyway...

 

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october 28, 2002: ha ha ha... and he he he...

 

stupid kids or possibly the most clever anti-suicide campaigns ever? 

 

you decide...

 

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october 27th, 2002: i just found out that peter weller (robocop) and nancy allen (officer lewis, his sidekick) share the same birthday... mine

 

okie dokie, congratulations to quin on blowing .356 at the rsl breath-o, i managed to get myself into 3rd place with .256... stupid lack of money...

 

that sounded bad, i'm actually not proud of the fact i binge drink, i just thought it was funny to see exactly how drunk i was, and on the plus side i managed to piss off some tourists...

 

the thomas crown affair is on, i like this movie because it's clever, i haven't seen the original though...

 

ahh and noosa's rich, old and lonely are currently being victimised by a dating scam, it's good to see they're stupid enough to waste their money, hopefully they'll all go bankrupt and i wont have to perch myself up on noosa hill copycatting the sniper... 

 

brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, 'i'm just going to scope out hastings street'... 

 

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october 26th, 2002: whoa cool, still pissed, couldn't obtain a sound sample, but then again i didn't fucking try...

 

being pissed in the street allows me two things, firstly a non-care attitude to all you fucker fuck heads that pass me, and secondly, a lack of care for everyone...

 

these are the rules, not for me, but for you small-brained smack heads... 

 

enjoy that you sober fuckholes...

 

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october 25th, 2002: i think i might have found the single most entertaining thing in this stupid town last night... me and elusive started fucking around with the information centre touch screen only to find that most of the backing music sounds like it's been directly taken from a porn film... not only that but there's screamy jibberish on one of the ads... 

 

beats the fucking rock hands down...

 

i'll go into town tonight to see if i can get a sample of the gibberish to put on the site, it sounds really weird, but i'm not going to tell you what i think it sounds like, it might offend...

 

and i know how weird that sounded coming from me but there are certain things even i will not say you stupid pig fuckers...

 

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october 24th, 2002: 'lame lame lame... thats the name of the game'

 

my friend elusive is right on this, if you want to use dawson's creek excuses to end a relationship don't expect a teary reunion when you run back to him and knock on his door in the rain...

 

cliches are for retards...

 

it's my opinion that this attitude is common amongst the female population of this town, a lack of upfront-ness leading to lame excuses... well, what can i say? shit on me...

 

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october 23rd, 2002: i'm tired and bored and my cat vomiting on my carpet has given me an excuse to not be able to fall asleep... i urge you to check out lazlow's and michael moore's sites, good good stuff, real eye opening, actually, i have no idea why i hadn't linked them previously, but then again i have no idea why i do anything...

 

i had to go to court monday, then i was told i'm not needed until april... wonderful, plus that day i was kinda hung over, which sucked, why i'm telling you this i don't know, why i'm still awake, i don't know, and why i'm drinking vanilla coke right now...

 

bah, bedtime for me i think...

 

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october 21st, 2002: well well well, doesn't the world officially suck balls these days, many fellow countrymen died in bali this past week, and in the states we have a trained psycho picking off people from the trees... makes me glad i never travel abroad... by the way, sorry about the lack of updates... hang on, no i'm not...

 

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october 2nd, 2002: ok, i am convinced that dalnet is just a place for interbred offspring to 

view their cousin-loving opinions on nascar racing and weed... oh and their lovely grasp of the english language and grammar (and yes i am aware that i dont use capital letters where i should, but there is no excuse for the abbreviations 'mayb' and 'neone').

 

'till next time... um... keep off my fucking lawn...

 

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october 1st, 2002 (later): ok, sites up for now, i still have to construct some sort of links section but right at this point i really can't be bothered... at some point or other i'll throw some files up for you to look at and generally chuckle at like the braindead morons you probably are...

 

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october 1st, 2002: ok, so i give up smoking and begin to notice all the little things in life that irritate the shit out of me... what do i do? get on my piece of shit computer and create this drivel as a way to vent... something, basically, to avoid beating on the tourists that frequent this town...

 

if you don't know by now, i live in a beachside tourist trap, located about an hour north of brisbane, qld, australia,  known as noosa... now geographically speaking, this place is, or was, wonderful... people-wise... it's filled with assholes... basically, SUV driving, debt-riddled yuppie socialites, who spend more time accidentally running over the creatures they come here to see, than actually seeing them... just because you stay here for a few days out of the year doesn't mean you are the sole support of our local economy, so fuck off... please, that's as nice as i'm going to get with you people...

 

anyways, now that that's off my chest, if anyone ever comes to this site, and wants me  to put up something, just mail me, if it's relevant and promotes constructive conversation then i dont see any problem, but no comments on music, religion, and politics... topics such as these are strictly personal and i dont want a rap-obsessed, right wing protestant giving me any shit, ok?

 

(that was a joke...)