Friday, August 31, 2001

*sits in corner with a box of crayola, giggling manically*

can someone please make sure miss noodle has no sharp objects.

thank you.

Thursday, August 30, 2001

Hurray, now you can juggle cds while using your long lost egg beater to whisk the couch. Or something.

after years.

well months.

well almost a year. it's been almost 10 months now. which is just short of a year. or maybe it's 9 months, i kind of forgot.

it's been a while though.


at my house.



Wednesday, August 29, 2001

And maybe to learn yerself a bit of science too.... and get some lights on that bike!

Individuality sucks... what you people need is to blend in!

Tuesday, August 28, 2001

you guys have been busy.

perhaps too busy.


Friday, August 24, 2001

Americans: it's very sad that the good ones are so outweighed by the 'orrible ones - both in sheer force of numbers, and per capita, kilogram wise. It's also annoying that 99% of americans - to be fair - like 99% of the population of most countries, read the equivalent of the herald sun, live to find out celebrity sex gossip, think thank sylvester stallone's a talented actor, think a big mac meal has all the major food groups needed for their lardy tracksuited kids to grow up nice and strong, think that whichever political party offers them less tax (have you ever seen a bogan doing sums?) regardless of lack of services provided for that money is the one to vote for, that they're going to win the lottery and that they're always right when it comes to love and war, cause why would their government lie to them?

And this is why Dubya is getting away with drilling for oil in a world heritage park in alaska, rather than just off the coast of Florida.

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Thursday, August 23, 2001

Hi all, and sorry to rant and rave about this, but I reckon more people read your blog than mine Evey so I figgered I'd throw it up here as well. I wish Blogger would stop munging 'pre' HTML commands but what can you do. I basically stayed up until 2 am in the morning last night poring over a couple of 'revisionist' history books to reply to a post I read on Slashdot ... but because I posted anonymously it wasn't rated very highly. Ironically someone commented on my post, and his (derisive) comment is there, but mine's still 'beneath the radar' ... mmm Underworld.

The article on /. that I was whinging about was about a geek's exploits in the US air force when they were bombin' Tojo back to the Stone Age ... I was just sick of seeing the lie (about the US only participating in WWII 'cause of that sneaky attack in Hawaii) perpetrated. Asbestos suit on.


I trust that not all American ex-servicemen still believe:

"After the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor on 7 December 1941 brought the US into World War II, (...)"

or rather, if they do, then I hope that other Americans can look beyond this myth. You have to go back another hundred years to find the first angry shot fired between the two nations, but more about that later.

The recent release of "'Pearl Harbour' as approved by the US Military"alienated many non-US viewers. (Even the Limeys hated it!) In the aftermath, media outlets reported on the relationship between Hollywood and the military.

Even John Wayne knew Uncle Sam had played a few hands before December - remember his performance in
Flying Tigers?

The following is from p. 93 of "Higher than Heaven: Japan, war, and everything", by Barrel & Tanaka (1995 Private Guy International):


Up the Tigers

The Flying Tigers started arriving in China in mid-1938 and took part in the battle of Hankow. They were strictly mercenaries paid by results: a monthly wage of $US600 and a bonus of $US500 every time they downed a Japanese plane. Even though the USA wasn't fighting Japan yet, in April 1941 President Roosevelt signed an order which allowed regular US servicemen to resign and join the Tigers. The P-40 Tomahawks were dubbed 'Tigers' by the media, because they each had a double row of shark's teeth painted on their nose.

(Former aerial circus star Lt.Col. Claire) Chennault's first serious deployment was in the battle for Burma where he devised a special 'tag' technique to allow the somewhat obsolete planes to fly in pairs and protect each other while dealing with the faster Japanese aircraft. In 1942 the Tigers grew to become the USAAF's Fourteenth Air Force.


SVG veterans themselves proudly declare their involvement, and ten years ago the US Government recognised them as having been on "active duty" from December 1941 to July 1942, and as a result were eligible for veterans' benefits.

Now go back a hundred years to July 1853 to find the US Navy and Commodore Perry, with full 'discretionary powers' from President Fillmore, anchoring his 'black ships' (or 'Kuro fune', a term coined for fear of any threat from outside) for a few days in Tokyo Bay, then marching 300 armed sailors ashore to drive the point home.

What did the US want? To open shipping routes, and for whalers and other merchant vessels to stop and refuel. Ironically, it was American whale hunters who developed the local Japanese appetite for whales into a national taste - now defended as an ancient cultural rite that can't be disturbed.


Perry's Pacific ideas and adventures were savoured with enthusiasm by American admirals and generals. The Japanese also remembered Perry's offensive attitude. Admiral Yamamoto Isoroku described his attach on Hawaii's Pearl Harbour in December 1941 as the 'return of Perry's visit'. When the Japanese signed the surrender on board the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay on September 2, 1945, the US flag that was displayed was the one that flapped on the stern of Perry's steam frigate the USS Mississippi.


(viz., p37)

Some good examples here of the adage 'you reap what you sow'. I wonder what the two seeds that were sown in August 1945 could grow into, with the proper attention.



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Tuesday, August 21, 2001

Re: Dreams, Shit, and Germany ... can anyone say ... TISM?

Defecate On My Face

Come home tired, what a day I've had
News ain't good from Stalingrad
I've been busy protecting the German race
So come on baby, defecate on my face

So, come on baby, send it on down
Bend over Braun and gimme your brown
There's trouble brewing in the Warsaw Pact
So hurry up Eva and move your digestive tract
Defecate on my face (x8)

Get to the bunker, looks like a stye
Turn on the TV, it's all one big lie
Here, Eva, have these prunes to chew
We have ways of making you poo.


[Great Truckin' Songs version has the following added:]

{Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away}

Here come the Russians, it's near the end
Proud to say that my girl never used an s-bend.
What's that, Eva? Your bowel is on strike?
Then it's all over for my Third Reich.


May 1983

Re: Answers to life, the universe, and everything ...

Link One

Link Two

- Alex

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Sunday, August 19, 2001

That advert. I don't even know what it's for; I don't care, either. You know, the one with the song All I need is the air that I breathe and to love you.
I'm currently thinking it would be much more amusing (well, to me and Bill anyway) if people were honest about what they really wanted when writing lyrics, and that instead the song was called All I need is the air that I breathe and a fat hairy german guy with a moustache to poo in my mouth.
Ahh, they don't write lyrics like that any more... *giggle*

Friday, August 17, 2001

Never eat pizza before bedtime. It's the cheese. I ended up going to bed with the rather obscure train of thought of "...butch cassidy and the sundance kid.... ....going out in a hail of bullets.... is that the collective noun for bullets? is it the collective noun for anything else? could you go out in a hail of cheese? ... can you get bullets made of cheese? ... emmenthal... " and with that, I think I fell fitfully asleep.

And dreamed of sitting in a dentist's chair, and putting my feet in a big basin full of huge white maggots.

Monday, August 13, 2001

On one of the nights between Hiroshima Day and Nagasaki Day (Aug 6-9) this week, I had a peculiar dream about a mushroom cloud, the kind that's entered the collective consciousness to depict the detonation of an atomic bomb. The peculiar thing about it though was that it was about a cloud over Melbourne, and that it was growing 'straight up' in the 'normal' way, but then it started to 'tip' and gradually changed its direction to moving along the horizon, like a floating 'O'. As if somehow the prevailing wind was blowing it off course, which isn't what usually happens is it? Odd. Dreams are fun (^_^)

Saturday, August 11, 2001

I can feel it slipping faster than I can hold onto it, like liquid through my hands. I can remember what it was like to think. Thoughts cascading from one to the next, to the next, to the next, and each would be a story, a picture, a dream or at the least would contain the possibility of something.

Then came the nightmares: Dark and ugly they soon moved in and became the things you cant reveal to anybody, and slowly, over the years, they took over, consuming the thoughts and filling the space.

And so I lie here. The water has been burnt off. The black is dancing on the river bed and singing that it’s lovely and I should dive in. The dams that held me burst a long time ago. I’m gasping for air and between surfacing I’m choking on sand.

I sink and rise, like I’m sitting on the chest of a giant and at the top I can see the people on the banks, laughing and playing. Sometimes they see me, sometimes they hear me, sometimes they stare and sometimes they turn away.

And then one offers their hand.

And I take it.

And I hope they’re strong enough to pull me out.

And I hope I’m strong enough to hold on.

Thursday, August 09, 2001

Did you see over at ... umm ... over there. Over at they got a picture of the original The Goonies cast, reunited after 16 years. omfg. What else was there. Oh yeah ... the CIA finally got Einhorn back from France, after killing his girlfriend in `77 and framing him for it. and snuck him back into the country under a media distraction - you know, another Democrat Senator under intense media scrutiny for fiddling with his intern, who consequently went missing. More junk over at ...

Thursday, August 02, 2001

La la la la la....... where the fuck is everybody? I'm gonna have to start writing fake posts from Purdey or something...