Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too

I'm a-gettin' bored of this little internet space so I'm going to start a new place where all kinds of wonder-filled adventures may or may not occur on what will probably be a not-very-frequent-at-all basis. I can sense your excitement.

*after i wrote this and published it my old template went a little crazy and i couldn't fix it, so may i present to you my all new uglyish template!*

Tis' probably time to kinda re-enter society, seeing it's spring and all. Was good catching up with people on the weekend, and finding out the pub just down the road has a big-ass barrel of peanuts in their shells (which could be described as shelled peanuts, but that also means peanuts that have been shelled [i guess that could mean peanuts that have had a shell put on them], so it is really all quite confusing and many a time did I find myself chewing on a shelled peanut. I don't know, did I?) which you can crack open and throw the non-edible bits wherever you goddam feel like it cause you don't have to clean that shit up.

The nicest healthiest food in the history of my gastronomical adventures can be found at The Earthmarket Organic Cafe in Subiaco. And cheap too. And free water from a water cooler thing which I always wanted in my house but haven't ever got.

The best thing I've seen in the last couple of months is Gabba Gabba Hey!, a Ramones musical. It was entirely terrific, and featured such songs as Dean Kay Took My Baby Away (ha!) and, of course, I Wanna Be Sedated, which was performed in a somewhat, erm, sedated style, but it worked. Was good good fun.

Saw Somersault last night, which is a very nice little movie. The main guy looks like my older brother and kinda reminded me of him a bit, and of me a little too. It did a really good job of transforming a small Australian country farming town onto the big screen. It made me remember breaking up square hay bales on a trailer on the back of a tractor and throwing it the always waiting cows, clearing paddocks of rocks, fixing fences in the pouring rain in the middle of winter, kicking the football around, and just the serenity, the fresh air, the not knowing (or not thinking? maybe not caring is the best phrase) that there is anything bigger out there, that there are bands other than those played on the radio, that there are movies other than those on TV, that I can aspire to be something other than a teacher, an accountant, a mechanic, a welder, a footballer, a cricketer, that there are complicated sometimes heart-wrenching things such as friendships, relationships, backstabbing, cancer, death, that sometimes everything does get a bit fucked up and there's not much you can do about it, that it is actually kinda hard to figure out who you are, what you want to do. Sometimes I feel like growing up on a farm in a country town was a disadvantage - just not having access to cultural/arts things. But I'm beginning to cherish it, just cause I have my unspoiled memories of pure peace that make feel so good inside.

Kerouac comes to mind now, he wrote kinda what I'm trying to describe.